<?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-6960617879539986453</id><updated>2012-01-25T13:37:33.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Present</title><subtitle type='html'>...................................................................... unwrapping God's gifts day by day ........................</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1536065286447928499</id><published>2012-01-25T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:37:33.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Trip Video</title><content type='html'>Before I let any more time pass I must share with you the video from our most recent trip to Guatemala... in September.... because you know I'm so on top of things.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/TD6d6JRBgYw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TD6d6JRBgYw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TD6d6JRBgYw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-1536065286447928499?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1536065286447928499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1536065286447928499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1536065286447928499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1536065286447928499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2012/01/mission-trip-video.html' title='Mission Trip Video'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3035174824556759215</id><published>2011-09-26T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:08:51.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Mission With God In Guatemala - Sat. and Sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're in Guatemala!!! We arrived Saturday around lunchtime very tired but eager to begin our work here.&amp;nbsp; After a quick bite to eat and a stop to drop off our luggage at the mission house, we went straight to the church&amp;nbsp;that our missionaries have started to watch the Jesus film.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv4Ex6hi3mA/Tn_3qcPvfKI/AAAAAAAABrM/QpQi9Tuq70k/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv4Ex6hi3mA/Tn_3qcPvfKI/AAAAAAAABrM/QpQi9Tuq70k/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The new church in La Jocotillo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The moment we stepped out of the van we were swarmed with kids hugging us.&amp;nbsp; Talk about a warm welcome!&amp;nbsp; A few adults also came to see the movie and we enjoyed meeting them also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7MHFfpEhfw/Tn_3Q1OYYVI/AAAAAAAABrE/Z3vG61rIJww/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7MHFfpEhfw/Tn_3Q1OYYVI/AAAAAAAABrE/Z3vG61rIJww/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeC9l7Lki5s/Tn_3dE0twkI/AAAAAAAABrI/Au5qPHUuYYU/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeC9l7Lki5s/Tn_3dE0twkI/AAAAAAAABrI/Au5qPHUuYYU/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Tommy&amp;nbsp;loving on the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the movie we drove back into the city for dinner.&amp;nbsp; We passed signs for the place Kenan was born and the hotel where we met him for the first time.&amp;nbsp; That was very special for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to the time when we can bring him back here.&amp;nbsp; We also ate at the same restaurant we went to as an adoption group and had a great authentic Guatemalan meal.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8YAZs7ZUTc/Tn_31zn7PMI/AAAAAAAABrQ/BionB55yW3c/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8YAZs7ZUTc/Tn_31zn7PMI/AAAAAAAABrQ/BionB55yW3c/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We even sat at the same table and in the same seats as last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday morning we woke up feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep.&amp;nbsp; We worshiped online with our church before heading back to Jocotillo for their morning services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO_ed50al-E/Tn_399ul5jI/AAAAAAAABrU/aAUxd75jXOE/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HO_ed50al-E/Tn_399ul5jI/AAAAAAAABrU/aAUxd75jXOE/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Mission House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way there we passed a field of pineapples that were being harvested.&amp;nbsp; Did you know that pineapples grow on top of bushes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlrksyLnFJE/Tn_4JZw8x0I/AAAAAAAABrY/nYjadfwpXw0/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlrksyLnFJE/Tn_4JZw8x0I/AAAAAAAABrY/nYjadfwpXw0/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The workers were very nice and even gave us a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Church started with Sunday School.&amp;nbsp; We colored with the kids, helped them with a memory verse and played a game before service started.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVP7cb3BSqg/Tn_4aOlneeI/AAAAAAAABrg/di1raqSecUM/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVP7cb3BSqg/Tn_4aOlneeI/AAAAAAAABrg/di1raqSecUM/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rex with some of the boys wearing his Guatemalan shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsSTWHKVyic/Tn_4Rirs-qI/AAAAAAAABrc/pYLvhgn3VjM/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsSTWHKVyic/Tn_4Rirs-qI/AAAAAAAABrc/pYLvhgn3VjM/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Garrett comparing sizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kK0y1TeMiXE/Tn_4jBw5dGI/AAAAAAAABrk/nTr_7ofcx0E/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kK0y1TeMiXE/Tn_4jBw5dGI/AAAAAAAABrk/nTr_7ofcx0E/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Loved this beautiful girl's Myan outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch was the Guatemalan version of Mexican and I must say it was very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNsrHfO5-vs/Tn_4rNHUxwI/AAAAAAAABro/V_KzPSK2V0Y/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNsrHfO5-vs/Tn_4rNHUxwI/AAAAAAAABro/V_KzPSK2V0Y/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After a short rest we attended The Gathering.&amp;nbsp; It's an evening servie they have for missionaries&amp;nbsp;and other English speaking people in the area lead by the family that runs the mission house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's been a very full two days so far.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow we start the demolition and prep work for the bridge.&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to another great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3035174824556759215?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3035174824556759215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3035174824556759215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3035174824556759215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3035174824556759215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-mission-with-god-in-guatemala-sat.html' title='On Mission With God In Guatemala - Sat. and Sun.'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv4Ex6hi3mA/Tn_3qcPvfKI/AAAAAAAABrM/QpQi9Tuq70k/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5972566063597619187</id><published>2011-08-23T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:39:35.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning Of The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was the first day of my baby's last year in elementary school.&amp;nbsp; I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around it, it just doesn't seem possible that she's in fifth grade already!&amp;nbsp; In just a few weeks I'll be taking the little man to start his last year in preschool... time is flying by and they're growing up so fast!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra292pvHu1k/TlRgDDg0ukI/AAAAAAAABqs/zawSomelfpo/s1600/IMG_0480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra292pvHu1k/TlRgDDg0ukI/AAAAAAAABqs/zawSomelfpo/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had an awesome summer!&amp;nbsp; We traveled quite a bit, had lots of fun, and those three months went by so fast it doesn't feel like it's time for school to start again.&amp;nbsp; I'm already thinking about next year's vacation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I'm sad to see it go, I will admit I won't miss the sibling bickering that comes with so much togetherness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qTcgGIXxlY/TlRgImZJmrI/AAAAAAAABqw/naopuL_9cK8/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qTcgGIXxlY/TlRgImZJmrI/AAAAAAAABqw/naopuL_9cK8/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One last thing, just had to share 'cause I think it's so cute... This was a first for me, a welcome back teacher gift.&amp;nbsp; How "sweet" is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tr6Tk1A6d98/TlRgNe8sm-I/AAAAAAAABq0/l-1Rf5pak0w/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tr6Tk1A6d98/TlRgNe8sm-I/AAAAAAAABq0/l-1Rf5pak0w/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5972566063597619187?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5972566063597619187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5972566063597619187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5972566063597619187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5972566063597619187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/08/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning Of The End'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra292pvHu1k/TlRgDDg0ukI/AAAAAAAABqs/zawSomelfpo/s72-c/IMG_0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-790434418333218264</id><published>2011-02-26T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:05:52.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Gotcha Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was three years ago that we met our precious Kenan for the first time.&amp;nbsp; He was 11 1/2 months old, just two weeks&amp;nbsp;shy of&amp;nbsp;his first birthday.&amp;nbsp; He had just started walking and was doing more falling down than anything else.&amp;nbsp; He was still taking a bottle every two hours and not sleeping through the night.&amp;nbsp; He was wearing fleece lined overalls and two shirts even though it was nearly eighty degrees.&amp;nbsp; He was used to being held constantly.&amp;nbsp; He was all smiles, giggles, and drool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is a moment that is burned into my memory forever and one that I will cherish and share with my husband and daughter who were there for this momentous occasion.&amp;nbsp; It's when I became a mommy again to a little boy who needed a family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8lL-xBzBhyw/TWlkumXAmVI/AAAAAAAABkM/K92kCjddkFE/s1600/IMG_0231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8lL-xBzBhyw/TWlkumXAmVI/AAAAAAAABkM/K92kCjddkFE/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My how time flies when the waiting is over.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't seem like three years have gone by at all.&amp;nbsp; Isn't it strange how perspectives change from the other side?&amp;nbsp; The baby that was placed in our arms is a baby no more.&amp;nbsp; He runs, talks, plays video games, goes to preschool.&amp;nbsp; It never ceases to amaze me just how well he fits our family.&amp;nbsp; I absolutely adore him, even when he throws a temper tantrum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jy2oupwkPZo/TXufqhuKRqI/AAAAAAAABlw/uZkf0GaNcj8/s1600/IMG_0234-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jy2oupwkPZo/TXufqhuKRqI/AAAAAAAABlw/uZkf0GaNcj8/s400/IMG_0234-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On our 3rd Gotcha Day anniversary we went to our favorite chinese restaurant.&amp;nbsp; I know... If we could find a Guatemalan restaurant we'd go there... After waiting an hour and fifteen minutes we were finally seated and as hungry as he was, all the boy wanted to eat was the cookies.&amp;nbsp; He did try some chicken but that night was all about the fortune cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U8T59qltrds/TXufwkKGnoI/AAAAAAAABl0/qwAgO9zmllE/s1600/IMG_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-U8T59qltrds/TXufwkKGnoI/AAAAAAAABl0/qwAgO9zmllE/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He gave them two thumbs up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AmrBXNftIew/TXufyIqVrLI/AAAAAAAABl4/M9BIWIHlpr4/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AmrBXNftIew/TXufyIqVrLI/AAAAAAAABl4/M9BIWIHlpr4/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We know how blessed we are with this handsome little guy.&amp;nbsp; I pray we never take for granted the gift we've been entrusted with.&amp;nbsp; There are a number of people I know who are still in the waiting phase.&amp;nbsp; Waiting to be picked by a birth mom, waiting to finally have a child of their own.&amp;nbsp; I want to offer them hope and encouragement.&amp;nbsp; I know, I understand.&amp;nbsp; It's hard.&amp;nbsp; Probably harder than you thought it would ever be.&amp;nbsp; More importantly, God knows.&amp;nbsp; Even though we can't see it, there IS an end in sight.&amp;nbsp; Hold on and don't ever give up.&amp;nbsp; Trust me, it's worth every&amp;nbsp;tear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-790434418333218264?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/790434418333218264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=790434418333218264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/790434418333218264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/790434418333218264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/3rd-gotcha-day.html' title='3rd Gotcha Day'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8lL-xBzBhyw/TWlkumXAmVI/AAAAAAAABkM/K92kCjddkFE/s72-c/IMG_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6859310007545827238</id><published>2011-01-26T13:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:35:01.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - First Visit To The Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TUBoWSdbltI/AAAAAAAABjE/NAy1Pwc7VL4/s1600/IMG_0036-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TUBoWSdbltI/AAAAAAAABjE/NAy1Pwc7VL4/s400/IMG_0036-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TUBoZCPtqQI/AAAAAAAABjI/FRJxLVVtJ5s/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TUBoZCPtqQI/AAAAAAAABjI/FRJxLVVtJ5s/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6859310007545827238?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6859310007545827238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6859310007545827238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6859310007545827238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6859310007545827238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/wordless-wednesday-first-trip-to.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - First Visit To The Dentist'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TUBoWSdbltI/AAAAAAAABjE/NAy1Pwc7VL4/s72-c/IMG_0036-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4839668857137059138</id><published>2011-01-19T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:07:44.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Snowball Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdPZzH-CII/AAAAAAAABiA/5km6FD9OCMc/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdPZzH-CII/AAAAAAAABiA/5km6FD9OCMc/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdPkB4D8hI/AAAAAAAABiI/zd5SSY205o8/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdPkB4D8hI/AAAAAAAABiI/zd5SSY205o8/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdRWy0TvNI/AAAAAAAABiY/9L23JNCLkhA/s400/IMG_0033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdPraYKK-I/AAAAAAAABiM/hUJiBTSI9lk/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdPraYKK-I/AAAAAAAABiM/hUJiBTSI9lk/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdRY6tWaOI/AAAAAAAABic/YX0b2MUtOa0/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdRY6tWaOI/AAAAAAAABic/YX0b2MUtOa0/s400/IMG_0031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4839668857137059138?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4839668857137059138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4839668857137059138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4839668857137059138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4839668857137059138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/wordless-wednesday-snowball-fight.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Snowball Fight'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TTdPZzH-CII/AAAAAAAABiA/5km6FD9OCMc/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5557546850945259653</id><published>2011-01-06T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:00:05.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories 2010 and Happy New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Happy 2011!!&amp;nbsp; Christmas came fast and furious this year.&amp;nbsp; I guess technically that would be last year at this point, anyway...&amp;nbsp; It's hard to believe it's all over with already.&amp;nbsp; Our house was a flurry of activity with choir productions, school parties, trips to see family, and company for the holidays.&amp;nbsp; To make things even more exciting, it seems we passed some sort of virus back and forth between the four of us for the past six weeks or more.&amp;nbsp; I'm exhausted to say the least!&amp;nbsp; To start my review of the past month, here are some of my favorite chotchkies from the holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPK7hfezsI/AAAAAAAABg4/Vf-JBHcqIGo/s1600/December+20104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPK7hfezsI/AAAAAAAABg4/Vf-JBHcqIGo/s400/December+20104.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've been Room Mom for Madeline since she started school and every year I make an ornament for all the kids, plus teachers, in her class of whatever the classroom theme for the year is.&amp;nbsp; This year her homeroom is all about monkeys.&amp;nbsp; I added the year, the grade, the school, and the teacher's name to the back of each ornament and put them in a cute gift bag.&amp;nbsp; I'm pleased with the way they turned out.&amp;nbsp; The other ornament I loved this year is a life-sized Kenan handprint made by&amp;nbsp;his preschool teacher out of some sort of foam material, very cool.&amp;nbsp; I found a neat way of displaying some small ornaments and finally got to use the nativity set I found in Ecuador this past summer.&amp;nbsp; I wish this stuff could stay up all year but then it wouldn't be as special to look at so back in the box it will go until &lt;strike&gt;later this year&lt;/strike&gt; next year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPBLWoXxPI/AAAAAAAABgU/eVrgCF_mr0Q/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPBLWoXxPI/AAAAAAAABgU/eVrgCF_mr0Q/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This just cracks me up, it's Kenan's version of the Christmas story.&amp;nbsp; In his little world of course cows and camels could sit on the roof of the stable with the angel.&amp;nbsp; We may need to review the story a few more times... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPLBB0fqjI/AAAAAAAABg8/KHESff8Q5IQ/s1600/December+20105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPLBB0fqjI/AAAAAAAABg8/KHESff8Q5IQ/s400/December+20105.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Something new we did this year was visit the Speed*way's light display.&amp;nbsp; They had set the lights to music you could tune into on your car radio.&amp;nbsp; (Someone in our neighborhood had done the same thing with their yard.&amp;nbsp; All I could think about was what the people living near them thought with all the cars that kept going up and down their street and stopping in front of their house.)&amp;nbsp; When you left you had the choice of taking the inside track - flat and boring - or outside track - steep and adventurous.&amp;nbsp; Well, we had to try the outside of course and it about scared the begeebies out of me!&amp;nbsp; I just knew we were going to tip over in our mini suv.&amp;nbsp; Ahh, love makin' those memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPLHCQLEBI/AAAAAAAABhA/3hMC7JajCtM/s1600/December+20106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPLHCQLEBI/AAAAAAAABhA/3hMC7JajCtM/s400/December+20106.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next, it was off to visit family at the coast where my two munchkins received some&amp;nbsp;surprises and enjoyed feasting on giant marshmallows to boot.&amp;nbsp; The day after we returned home was Christmas Eve and we prepared for our guests and attended our church's first ever Christmas Eve Service.&amp;nbsp; 4,000 people showed up!&amp;nbsp; How lovely it was when the entire sanctuary was filled with candlelight.&amp;nbsp; Sure wish I had been feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPcgzexFnI/AAAAAAAABhY/o_2cKBpUozU/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPcgzexFnI/AAAAAAAABhY/o_2cKBpUozU/s400/IMG_0328.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TR1f3Ry3ZII/AAAAAAAABfw/9HBixjGf0m8/s1600/December+20101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TR1f3Ry3ZII/AAAAAAAABfw/9HBixjGf0m8/s400/December+20101.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we came back home after church we ate one of my favorite meals, Carra*ba's Lentil &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Sausage soup, homemade of course.&amp;nbsp; oh.my.word.&amp;nbsp; The kids were chomping at the bit to open some presents so we let them tear into a few.&amp;nbsp; I asked my parents if I drove them crazy on Christmas Eve the same way our little elves were driving us mad and they just looked at each other, smiled, and said, "Yes."&amp;nbsp; What goes around comes around I guess.&amp;nbsp; Madeline got a Le*go Bat*Man game she wanted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TR1fwABVkeI/AAAAAAAABfs/FP8KaEKoGZw/s1600/December+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TR1fwABVkeI/AAAAAAAABfs/FP8KaEKoGZw/s400/December+2010.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and K-Man was very happy with his new set of trucks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPcxXlKOdI/AAAAAAAABhg/HdoGBDXCPUc/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPcxXlKOdI/AAAAAAAABhg/HdoGBDXCPUc/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We baked a few cookies for Santa, gave baths and went to bed.&amp;nbsp; Morning came quickly and we headed back downstairs to see what goodies were brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TR1f88vlliI/AAAAAAAABf0/CuNAYMXCcns/s1600/December+20102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TR1f88vlliI/AAAAAAAABf0/CuNAYMXCcns/s400/December+20102.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year it was scooters all around plus a Buzz*light*year and Darth*Vader Le*go set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TR1gDJSjNMI/AAAAAAAABf4/6GV1eyW9qkE/s1600/December+20103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TR1gDJSjNMI/AAAAAAAABf4/6GV1eyW9qkE/s400/December+20103.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPcWl5S9QI/AAAAAAAABhU/XHD1LvJcifs/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPcWl5S9QI/AAAAAAAABhU/XHD1LvJcifs/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Twin Lions - Go Hickory Grove!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They got some new clothes, books, and toys.&amp;nbsp; Madeline could hardly wait to put her Le*gos together and spent the next few hours in her Star*Wars world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPQAVC7k-I/AAAAAAAABhE/u0x5giUkR-U/s1600/December+20107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPQAVC7k-I/AAAAAAAABhE/u0x5giUkR-U/s400/December+20107.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She amazes me with how fast and perfectly she can get those sets together.&amp;nbsp; I don't know many girls who love it like she does.&amp;nbsp; They enjoyed finding more treats in their stockings and for dinner that night we had "Happy Birthday Jesus" lasagna complete with the song and candles.&amp;nbsp; Then it started to snow!&amp;nbsp; Technically we did have a white Christmas&amp;nbsp;since it happened&amp;nbsp;before midnight so that counts, right?&amp;nbsp; All I know is that it added to the excitement of the day and will make this Christmas one we won't forget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPQI2AK6yI/AAAAAAAABhI/Wu3urWxCRwY/s1600/December+20108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPQI2AK6yI/AAAAAAAABhI/Wu3urWxCRwY/s400/December+20108.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSSpDppDsyI/AAAAAAAABhk/cGjqOpMMzAk/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSSpDppDsyI/AAAAAAAABhk/cGjqOpMMzAk/s400/IMG_0434.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning was Sunday and I had been asked to sing for church but the early services were cancelled which allowed for a short trip out into our winter wonderland before going to the late service.&amp;nbsp; Once we came home we spent the afternoon eating, throwing, and doing all things snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPQYbK5czI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Oh_2amRxNNk/s1600/December+201010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPQYbK5czI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Oh_2amRxNNk/s400/December+201010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Views of our backyard including the river and a bird's nest.&amp;nbsp; So peaceful... then you're brought back to reality when you hear screaming as the two&amp;nbsp;eskimos come racing down the hill on their&amp;nbsp;sled.&amp;nbsp; I digress...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPQOlFFMEI/AAAAAAAABhM/YKxy8ssrcIk/s1600/December+20109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPQOlFFMEI/AAAAAAAABhM/YKxy8ssrcIk/s400/December+20109.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Due to the weather we spent the next couple of days playing in the snow and doing inside activities like&amp;nbsp;making a gingerbread house and drinking lots of hot chocolate in front of the fire.&amp;nbsp; The kids rode their scooters inside, have mercy, and we continue to share the germs that have found a permanent residence within our walls.&amp;nbsp; Happy New Year!&amp;nbsp; May it be peaceful and blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPBGtGBoMI/AAAAAAAABgQ/KiFuaRhliVI/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPBGtGBoMI/AAAAAAAABgQ/KiFuaRhliVI/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5557546850945259653?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5557546850945259653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5557546850945259653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5557546850945259653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5557546850945259653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-memories-2010-and-happy-new.html' title='Christmas Memories 2010 and Happy New Year 2011'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TSPK7hfezsI/AAAAAAAABg4/Vf-JBHcqIGo/s72-c/December+20104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2592093851681773699</id><published>2010-12-22T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:00:09.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card Carousel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little tardy for the party, I know.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't miss out on all the fun so better late than never!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Faith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walkwithmebyfaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TREHM8wjgtI/AAAAAAAABe8/FB5rx6sbUS4/s200/christmascardbutton350%255B1%255D.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TREHLnEe6UI/AAAAAAAABe4/qRnR8Fp4Isw/s1600/Christmas+Card+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TREHLnEe6UI/AAAAAAAABe4/qRnR8Fp4Isw/s640/Christmas+Card+2010.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is with thankful hearts we are able to share that this year our trust and faithfulness were rewarded. One year to the day Rex found out about his layoff, he began a new job. After being ordained as a deacon, and having an emergency appendectomy the following day, he started working for TIAA-CREF as a Business Metrics Manager in February. He spent some of his vacation time in June on a mission trip speaking with business leaders in Santiago, Chile. We know that everything he went through was for a greater purpose and he’s using his experience to encourage others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline, our 9 year old fourth grader, went to sleep away camp for the first time this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is very busy with school, has become a huge Lego fan, and is developing her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;softball talent by playing as often as she can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kenan, our charming 3 year old, is all boy and started the year with three stitches on the top of his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves to be outside, is exceptionally good at video games, and is very attached to his sock monkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Traci still spends most of her time singing with her women’s ensemble and volunteering as Room Mom at school. She had the privilege of going on a mission trip to Quito, Ecuador in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;August to conduct VBS for soup kitchens in the area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a busy and blessed year this has been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love – Rex, Traci, Madeline, and Kenan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2592093851681773699?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2592093851681773699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2592093851681773699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2592093851681773699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2592093851681773699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-card-carousel.html' title='Christmas Card Carousel'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TREHM8wjgtI/AAAAAAAABe8/FB5rx6sbUS4/s72-c/christmascardbutton350%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1316307244257923609</id><published>2010-12-21T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:10:52.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Home Tour</title><content type='html'>'Tis the Season for busy-ness.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been on here recently due to lack of time and energy but I thought I'd at least repost our candlelight home tour from last year since things look pretty much the same.&amp;nbsp; So, if you've got a minute go check it out.&amp;nbsp; I'll be updating after the holidays.&amp;nbsp; Have a very Merry CHRISTmas ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-home-tour-by-candlelight.html"&gt;http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-home-tour-by-candlelight.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-1316307244257923609?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1316307244257923609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1316307244257923609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1316307244257923609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1316307244257923609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-home-tour.html' title='Christmas Home Tour'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5375131914731084609</id><published>2010-11-25T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:00:13.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Little Pilgrim and his family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TOxxJnmKBFI/AAAAAAAABek/4Ko80LjGIiU/s1600/IMG_0032-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TOxxJnmKBFI/AAAAAAAABek/4Ko80LjGIiU/s400/IMG_0032-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;want to wish you all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TOx6YFv40mI/AAAAAAAABeo/xBTyVFdDcHY/s1600/IMG_0028-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TOx6YFv40mI/AAAAAAAABeo/xBTyVFdDcHY/s400/IMG_0028-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿a very Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have so much to be thankful for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5375131914731084609?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5375131914731084609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5375131914731084609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5375131914731084609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5375131914731084609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TOxxJnmKBFI/AAAAAAAABek/4Ko80LjGIiU/s72-c/IMG_0032-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7426995925949623669</id><published>2010-11-06T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:56:38.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip to the Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week our school had teacher workdays and I'd been itchin' to go see some pretty fall leaves, so we decided to take a day trip up the road a couple hours to the beautiful NC mountains.&amp;nbsp; I've lived my entire life in this state but had never visited one of it's most popular sites, Grand*father Moun*tain.&amp;nbsp; We took the scenic route, The*Blue*Ridge*Parkway, and even though it was a cloudy day, we still had some magnificant views.&amp;nbsp; I love how you can see the clouds between the mountain ranges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViR-IgjYI/AAAAAAAABb4/b-6-b3_6_dE/s1600/IMG_0482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViR-IgjYI/AAAAAAAABb4/b-6-b3_6_dE/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Being a weekday, there was still a line of traffic we had to wait through.&amp;nbsp; I guess we weren't the only ones with this great idea so we just enjoyed the scenery along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVgNy6L_VI/AAAAAAAABbg/18V1_rlz8gk/s1600/October+20106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVgNy6L_VI/AAAAAAAABbg/18V1_rlz8gk/s400/October+20106.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after we entered we saw&amp;nbsp;some amazing natural formations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViaJ4mUcI/AAAAAAAABb8/cs-yUGnjWlA/s1600/IMG_0494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViaJ4mUcI/AAAAAAAABb8/cs-yUGnjWlA/s400/IMG_0494.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;The Sphinx Rock...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViq5jw6ZI/AAAAAAAABcE/lyN62qvbYWM/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViq5jw6ZI/AAAAAAAABcE/lyN62qvbYWM/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...and Split Rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVigbS5wmI/AAAAAAAABcA/-Y8ov4zsPh0/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVigbS5wmI/AAAAAAAABcA/-Y8ov4zsPh0/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As we ventured towards the top, we stopped at a museum and animal habitat.&amp;nbsp; ﻿The otters were resting, you could hardly see the cougar and deer, but one of the bears put on a show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVgl6t2UGI/AAAAAAAABbk/GFwT6eeLLTw/s1600/October+20107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVgl6t2UGI/AAAAAAAABbk/GFwT6eeLLTw/s400/October+20107.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline was very impressed at the size of her birthstone, amethyst.&amp;nbsp; It helps that purple is her favorite color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjItzvXgI/AAAAAAAABcQ/xODlCpglMTI/s1600/IMG_0500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjItzvXgI/AAAAAAAABcQ/xODlCpglMTI/s400/IMG_0500.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little bear cubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjOGwt9lI/AAAAAAAABcU/QvjNkiydb64/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjOGwt9lI/AAAAAAAABcU/QvjNkiydb64/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a wooly worm.&amp;nbsp; See how long the brown stripe is?&amp;nbsp; From what I was told, it's going to be a long winter.&amp;nbsp; We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjCeVKPvI/AAAAAAAABcM/skY9sLjC6so/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjCeVKPvI/AAAAAAAABcM/skY9sLjC6so/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;We made it up the&amp;nbsp;hairpin road to the top.&amp;nbsp; Did you know that part of that road is in the movie For*est Gu*mp?&amp;nbsp; When he's running across America there's a scene on one of those hairpin turns.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?!&amp;nbsp; It was fun to drive too!&amp;nbsp; There we found a one mile above sea level swinging bridge which took a little convincing on our parts to get Kenan to cross.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't really swing, at least not anymore, since it was rebuilt using metal.&amp;nbsp; Now it sings when the wind blows and it was showing off that day because it was soooo windy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVg3RK-jbI/AAAAAAAABbo/opozvjS8z2Q/s1600/October+20108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVg3RK-jbI/AAAAAAAABbo/opozvjS8z2Q/s400/October+20108.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNV6_vzVVaI/AAAAAAAABcs/NDaLXsLDnVQ/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNV6_vzVVaI/AAAAAAAABcs/NDaLXsLDnVQ/s400/IMG_0519.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Views in both directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjYpkDDtI/AAAAAAAABcY/MSMoHqCFzZo/s1600/IMG_0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjYpkDDtI/AAAAAAAABcY/MSMoHqCFzZo/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjkkrDMBI/AAAAAAAABcc/xR0CF379ioo/s1600/IMG_0529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjkkrDMBI/AAAAAAAABcc/xR0CF379ioo/s400/IMG_0529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though we had missed the peak time for the leaves, there were still enough left for me to get my fix and stand in awe of creation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVi4gFLMDI/AAAAAAAABcI/4Vd5E62kT0c/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVi4gFLMDI/AAAAAAAABcI/4Vd5E62kT0c/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVhLCf2RHI/AAAAAAAABbs/nyLReuC1Z9Y/s1600/October+20109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVhLCf2RHI/AAAAAAAABbs/nyLReuC1Z9Y/s400/October+20109.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After our morning adventure, we drove over to Va*lle Cru*cis&amp;nbsp;and the original Ma*st General*Store.&amp;nbsp; We went to the annex building which has a candy barrell and every kind of candy you could think of and some I didn't even know they made.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVhg79qQDI/AAAAAAAABbw/EkgzwlZpSXk/s1600/October+201010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVhg79qQDI/AAAAAAAABbw/EkgzwlZpSXk/s400/October+201010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We let our two loose and they were like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjzE0RNBI/AAAAAAAABcg/F4NXEGe-9MM/s1600/IMG_0546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVjzE0RNBI/AAAAAAAABcg/F4NXEGe-9MM/s400/IMG_0546.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...well, kids in a candy store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVj4tqZr4I/AAAAAAAABck/Gms8rfges8U/s1600/IMG_0550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVj4tqZr4I/AAAAAAAABck/Gms8rfges8U/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;saw this sign and it got me tickled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVkECOF1EI/AAAAAAAABco/KGjCWWvkd5I/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNVkECOF1EI/AAAAAAAABco/KGjCWWvkd5I/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had waited to eat lunch because we knew where we were headed next.&amp;nbsp; We piled back into the car for the short drive over to Boo*ne and The Dan*iel Boo*ne Inn.&amp;nbsp; Talk about a feast!&amp;nbsp; Just look at all the food!&amp;nbsp; We had fried chicken, ham biscuits, country style steak, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, salad, cole slaw, stewed apples, biscuits with butter and blueberry jelly, chocolate cake, and banana pudding.&amp;nbsp; It was so good, I would have much rather been rolled out of there instead of having to walk!&amp;nbsp; We didn't need to eat for days after that!&amp;nbsp; It was hard staying awake on the drive home, let me tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViA3B0CXI/AAAAAAAABb0/MDNnCoSISjQ/s1600/October+201011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViA3B0CXI/AAAAAAAABb0/MDNnCoSISjQ/s400/October+201011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a lovely day we had spending time as a family and visiting what was in our "backyard".&amp;nbsp; The weather was perfect, the sights were breathtaking, and the food was delish.&amp;nbsp; I can't think of a better 'day'cation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7426995925949623669?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7426995925949623669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7426995925949623669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7426995925949623669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7426995925949623669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-trip-to-mountains.html' title='Day Trip to the Mountains'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNViR-IgjYI/AAAAAAAABb4/b-6-b3_6_dE/s72-c/IMG_0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3826478277699775833</id><published>2010-11-05T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:47:26.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Weekend 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We started Saturday off with pumpkin carving.&amp;nbsp; It was Madeline's idea to put a cross on our pumpkin this year.&amp;nbsp; It was also Madeline who played with the knife, even under supervision, and cut her finger.&amp;nbsp; Though it was only a tiny cut, Little Man had to have a bandaid too, they are after all just like stickers.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQnD3V0crI/AAAAAAAABaU/JTVZX6XTna0/s1600/October+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQnD3V0crI/AAAAAAAABaU/JTVZX6XTna0/s400/October+2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the pumpkin fun it was time for Daddy to leave for the football game.&amp;nbsp; It was just going to be Mommy, Ana*kin Sky*walker, and Bu*zz Light*year at the Fall Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQoJJGhE5I/AAAAAAAABaY/BntbB74Qv28/s1600/October+20101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQoJJGhE5I/AAAAAAAABaY/BntbB74Qv28/s400/October+20101.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time!&amp;nbsp; The weather was perfect, just cool enough to know it was fall but not so cold you needed a jacket to cover up your costume.&amp;nbsp; We arrived just as they were letting everyone in and headed straight for the train which was number one on Kenan's list.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQoYiJmDnI/AAAAAAAABac/9zRC70GHT-Q/s1600/October+20102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQoYiJmDnI/AAAAAAAABac/9zRC70GHT-Q/s400/October+20102.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQopbZX6vI/AAAAAAAABag/srSmkGiswvo/s1600/October+20103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQopbZX6vI/AAAAAAAABag/srSmkGiswvo/s400/October+20103.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so proud of them and how they cooperated with me and each other (for the most part, I won't lie).&amp;nbsp; We did have a few tantrums because they each wanted to do their own thing but we worked through them, took turns, and were rewarded with a delicious funnel cake.&amp;nbsp; That was my favorite part of the whole day!&amp;nbsp; Hey, mama had to have some fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQpCEmJfFI/AAAAAAAABak/JxW2AZ-3m2I/s1600/October+20104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQpCEmJfFI/AAAAAAAABak/JxW2AZ-3m2I/s400/October+20104.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the funnel cake, with powdered sugar all over us, we headed to the "bounce the ping-pong into the fish bowl" game. (That may be the official title, who knows...)&amp;nbsp; I stood there cheering them on as Madeline bounced her three balls and then Kenan his two balls... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQptUveFJI/AAAAAAAABas/4xd5vwYyY5U/s1600/IMG_0063-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQptUveFJI/AAAAAAAABas/4xd5vwYyY5U/s400/IMG_0063-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...knowing there was absolutely no way either of them was going to win.&amp;nbsp; Then Kenan bounced the third ball and miraculously, plop!&amp;nbsp; Into the bowl it went, and the crowd went wild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQp0qjmbjI/AAAAAAAABaw/IfDHBS-Zzec/s1600/IMG_0066-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQp0qjmbjI/AAAAAAAABaw/IfDHBS-Zzec/s400/IMG_0066-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bu*zz won himself a goldfish!&amp;nbsp; I was in shock!&amp;nbsp; Probably not as much shock though as that poor goldfish who was now in the hands of a three year old who wanted to shake it's little water world.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next, Kenan and I did the Cake*Walk and guess whose space was called?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQqBB4ChII/AAAAAAAABa4/CjUST4Sor1U/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQqBB4ChII/AAAAAAAABa4/CjUST4Sor1U/s400/IMG_0068.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes siree!&amp;nbsp; He was now two for two and sissy was, well... see for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQp76-KVKI/AAAAAAAABa0/GsDqM4Y3Mjo/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQp76-KVKI/AAAAAAAABa0/GsDqM4Y3Mjo/s400/IMG_0069.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She took her turn at the Cake*Walk and thank goodness we had another winner.&amp;nbsp; I would still be hearing about it if she hadn't have won too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQqKOjh58I/AAAAAAAABa8/n1isYNmwQRw/s1600/IMG_0070-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQqKOjh58I/AAAAAAAABa8/n1isYNmwQRw/s400/IMG_0070-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So when it was time to go we left as&amp;nbsp;a winning family.&amp;nbsp; Guess who won at getting to carry everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the fish........ well, it made it home.&amp;nbsp; After about 48 hours it won a trip down the porcelain tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday evening it was Rex's turn to get in on the Halloween fun.&amp;nbsp; He dressed the kids and took them out trick*or*treating until I could join them after singing at church.&amp;nbsp; He had the wonderful idea of using the wagon so they wouldn't tire as quickly.&amp;nbsp; It worked like a charm and we covered our entire section of neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; Gradpap, you would have been proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQpPRmdhdI/AAAAAAAABao/s5id2t1p_rk/s1600/October+20105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQpPRmdhdI/AAAAAAAABao/s5id2t1p_rk/s400/October+20105.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So until next year, Happy Halloween!&amp;nbsp; We may still be on a sugar high!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3826478277699775833?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3826478277699775833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3826478277699775833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3826478277699775833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3826478277699775833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-weekend-2010.html' title='Halloween Weekend 2010'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TNQnD3V0crI/AAAAAAAABaU/JTVZX6XTna0/s72-c/October+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-9204628458306294459</id><published>2010-10-27T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:00:14.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K-Man as the J-Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few weeks ago I asked Kenan who he would like to dress up as for Bible Character Day at preschool.&amp;nbsp; Without having to even think about it he yells, "Jesus!"﻿&amp;nbsp; Of course, I immediately beam with&amp;nbsp;pride at how spiritual my three year old is being.&amp;nbsp; Then yesterday I get him ready for school and take his picture.&amp;nbsp; He poses like this as if to say, "Yeah, I'm Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Wanna make something of it!"&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, way to aim high, son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TMeGIaMzd1I/AAAAAAAABZs/oRI3F19VaXg/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TMeGIaMzd1I/AAAAAAAABZs/oRI3F19VaXg/s400/IMG_0469.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-9204628458306294459?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9204628458306294459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=9204628458306294459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/9204628458306294459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/9204628458306294459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/k-man-as-j-man.html' title='K-Man as the J-Man'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TMeGIaMzd1I/AAAAAAAABZs/oRI3F19VaXg/s72-c/IMG_0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7312729318909691747</id><published>2010-09-01T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:16:44.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes He Calms The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you've listened to Christian music for any length of time you're probably familiar with the song,"Sometimes He calms the Storm", by Scott Krippayne. I was reminded of its truths a few weeks ago when a fierce thunderstorm rolled through awakening my oldest in a panic and my youngest with screams of fear for his daddy. As my husband went to answer the helpless cries of our son and I reassured our daughter everything was going to be alright, I was reminded how God comes to us when we cry out to Him. He promises us in His Word that He hears us and will never leave us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that doesn't mean He'll always put an immediate end to the storm we're facing but we can be assured that He's in it with us, holding us close while the storm rages on. We weren't able to do anything to stop the thunder from crashing and literally shaking our house or put a stop to the lightning that seemed like it was only inches away, but we were able to hold our kids and calm their fears until the storm moved on. They felt safe in our arms. God, in much the same way, provides for us safety and shelter from the storms of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Sometimes He calms the storm, and other times He calms His child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/9Ti1SULYteI/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ti1SULYteI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ti1SULYteI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7312729318909691747?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7312729318909691747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7312729318909691747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7312729318909691747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7312729318909691747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-he-calms-storm.html' title='Sometimes He Calms The Storm'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-750449860745279888</id><published>2010-08-28T15:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:38:10.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecuador 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;More details will come but for now here is a video I put together to share with my Sunday School class about my recent trip to Ecuador.&amp;nbsp; In one word, "Amazing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a67ad08ad7616be0" 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%3Da67ad08ad7616be0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555427%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1884E45A711F7EB048DB099BD5C500CC04FF9688.5FD79030DFFB0422FA6A66F6C97A9B5FB089EDCC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da67ad08ad7616be0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcmJMF6xLkJg4fS1xYx9Q7EqUr3k&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%3Da67ad08ad7616be0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555427%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1884E45A711F7EB048DB099BD5C500CC04FF9688.5FD79030DFFB0422FA6A66F6C97A9B5FB089EDCC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da67ad08ad7616be0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcmJMF6xLkJg4fS1xYx9Q7EqUr3k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-750449860745279888?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/750449860745279888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=750449860745279888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/750449860745279888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/750449860745279888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/ecuador-video.html' title='Ecuador 2010'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6288116205615513355</id><published>2010-07-30T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:00:04.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecuador Agenda</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm almost packed, almost.&amp;nbsp; I've been so busy this week!&amp;nbsp; I've gotten the clothes tagged for the consignment sale I participate in every August done.&amp;nbsp; Good thing 'cause drop off is the day after I get back.&amp;nbsp; I've cleaned the house so all our babysitters won't think we live like pigs.&amp;nbsp; I've&amp;nbsp;lost count of the number of&amp;nbsp;loads of laundry I've done.&amp;nbsp; There's more to come once Madeline returns home from camp today.&amp;nbsp; Last but not least are the&amp;nbsp;errands run to pick up snacks and more zip*loc bags.&amp;nbsp; Zip*loc bags are a travelers best friend!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I won't be on here for a while so before I go I'd like to ask you to please pray for our team and our families while we're gone.&amp;nbsp; You can check our missions page on face*book all next week.&amp;nbsp; You don't have to have an account just go here:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/HGBCMissions"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/HGBCMissions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we'll be doing, tentatively of course, while we're in Ecuador.&amp;nbsp; You never know how things may change once you're there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. July 31 - travel&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- pray for safety and that we don't have problems with international authorities and&amp;nbsp;that all of&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; our luggage and supplies arrive with us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Aug. 1 - church lead by one of our team members morning and evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon. Aug. 2 - street ministry&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - vbs and lunch for the kids in the community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues. Aug. 3 - baptism service of new believers lead to Christ through in home bible study&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - preparing food to be frozen for later use at the bible studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Aug. 4 - vbs and lunch for church's children's program&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - english class and prayer walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs. Aug. 5 - soup kitchen for compassion international&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - vbs with kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri. Aug. 6 - shopping/touring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. Aug. 7 - anything left to do at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Aug. 8 - travel home&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-pray for safety and that we don't have problems with international authorities and that all of our&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;luggage arrives home with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We covet your prayers.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to the mighty work that God will do and then being able to share that with you once we come home.&amp;nbsp; Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6288116205615513355?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6288116205615513355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6288116205615513355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6288116205615513355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6288116205615513355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/ecuador-agenda.html' title='Ecuador Agenda'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4224080328500068703</id><published>2010-07-27T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:00:11.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Campin' It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XjFO8WyI/AAAAAAAABVE/1dIhrbk7MqE/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XjFO8WyI/AAAAAAAABVE/1dIhrbk7MqE/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3X3mN43fI/AAAAAAAABVs/W_cHWYDyJWw/s1600/IMG_0624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3X3mN43fI/AAAAAAAABVs/W_cHWYDyJWw/s320/IMG_0624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm experiencing a first this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Girlfriend is&amp;nbsp;at her first sleep away camp.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know she will have&amp;nbsp;a great but I miss her already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XoOFCLmI/AAAAAAAABVM/g0nO3eRZ3t8/s1600/IMG_0623-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XoOFCLmI/AAAAAAAABVM/g0nO3eRZ3t8/s320/IMG_0623-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please pray for the 115 campers and counselors that are away from home this week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pray that they'll be safe, have fun, but most of all that these kids will receive a word from the Lord that will change their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XuEwjNuI/AAAAAAAABVc/WZt6iZtKBjE/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XuEwjNuI/AAAAAAAABVc/WZt6iZtKBjE/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XrNm0IKI/AAAAAAAABVU/dEZ0XiwThMM/s1600/IMG_0626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XrNm0IKI/AAAAAAAABVU/dEZ0XiwThMM/s320/IMG_0626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While you're at it you can pray for me too.&amp;nbsp; I've got lots to do to get ready for Ecuador!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4224080328500068703?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4224080328500068703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4224080328500068703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4224080328500068703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4224080328500068703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/campin-it.html' title='Campin&apos; It'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3XjFO8WyI/AAAAAAAABVE/1dIhrbk7MqE/s72-c/IMG_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2379808934296552259</id><published>2010-07-26T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:27:16.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commissioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night our team was commissioned. It's official, we're goin'!&amp;nbsp; All I have left to do is pack my suitcase and that'll probably take all week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3b1Dh15-I/AAAAAAAABV0/LBFJtAwQQnI/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3b1Dh15-I/AAAAAAAABV0/LBFJtAwQQnI/s400/IMG_0616.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of planning and preparation have gone into our trip.&amp;nbsp; We've had team meetings to build relationships and learn about the area and what we'll be doing.&amp;nbsp; We've even had a yard sale to raise money for our team.&amp;nbsp; That sure was a hot day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3e-d4MMzI/AAAAAAAABV8/UiW7plzsl9w/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3e-d4MMzI/AAAAAAAABV8/UiW7plzsl9w/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3fBuzbN-I/AAAAAAAABWE/Ay0mnIp1FJM/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3fBuzbN-I/AAAAAAAABWE/Ay0mnIp1FJM/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord has blessed our efforts and we continue to ask Him to direct our path.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We will be obedient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."&amp;nbsp; Matthew 28: 18-20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2379808934296552259?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2379808934296552259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2379808934296552259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2379808934296552259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2379808934296552259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/commissioning.html' title='Commissioning'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TE3b1Dh15-I/AAAAAAAABV0/LBFJtAwQQnI/s72-c/IMG_0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-9183155268700287556</id><published>2010-07-25T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:00:02.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' To Work With Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEu5aMqUG2I/AAAAAAAABUw/gzyPC3ktACk/s1600/projectIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEu5aMqUG2I/AAAAAAAABUw/gzyPC3ktACk/s400/projectIcon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-9183155268700287556?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9183155268700287556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=9183155268700287556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/9183155268700287556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/9183155268700287556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/goin-to-work-with-daddy.html' title='Goin&apos; To Work With Daddy'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEu5aMqUG2I/AAAAAAAABUw/gzyPC3ktACk/s72-c/projectIcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8228491952891954529</id><published>2010-07-24T14:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:03:51.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say YES... This family did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'd like to welcome home a precious angel who has now been united with her forever family!&amp;nbsp; It was a privelege to witness this miraculous homecoming yesterday all because her parents said "YES!"&amp;nbsp; I look forward to watching the amazing transformation that will take place in her life now that she is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEubJQ64dcI/AAAAAAAABUo/2Ot2EYj5PL0/s1600/IMG_0612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEubJQ64dcI/AAAAAAAABUo/2Ot2EYj5PL0/s400/IMG_0612.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Won't you say yes too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/QOqx4ggOJWc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/QOqx4ggOJWc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/6960617879539986453-8228491952891954529?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8228491952891954529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8228491952891954529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8228491952891954529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8228491952891954529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/say-yes-this-family-did.html' title='Say YES... This family did'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEubJQ64dcI/AAAAAAAABUo/2Ot2EYj5PL0/s72-c/IMG_0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6615211279241672965</id><published>2010-07-17T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:32:59.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's taken me long enough to reach this milestone of 100, about a year and a half.&amp;nbsp; I know that tradition calls for a list of 100 things about yourself, which I've begun, but will have to wait to post until a later date.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I've got many things to catch up on on-this-here-ol'-blog.&amp;nbsp; For now a special announcement will have to suffice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm excited to tell you that I've been called to the mission field again and will be going on a short term mission trip to Quito, Ecuador.&amp;nbsp; Our team leaves two weeks from today!&amp;nbsp; We'll be doing vacation bible school, serving in two soup kitchens, helping with a baptism, preparing food for bible studies, and prayer walking/street evangelism.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we'll be very busy, busy but blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEHKA9QzjJI/AAAAAAAABTk/gQJ-gsey1k4/s1600/flag-ecuador%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEHKA9QzjJI/AAAAAAAABTk/gQJ-gsey1k4/s400/flag-ecuador%5B1%5D.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Please be in prayer for the people of Quito that God will prepare their hearts to be receptive to the gospel.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for our team and the unity we need to be effective messengers of the gospel.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for my family while I'm gone.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for my safety, the plane rides, and the preparation of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm also very excited to share with you that another adoption miracle has occurred in the lives of some friends of mine.&amp;nbsp; Congratulations F family&amp;nbsp;on your new addition!&amp;nbsp; That makes two less orphans in the world this week!&amp;nbsp; Thank you Lord for your faithfulness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEHLmBOiijI/AAAAAAAABTs/A18MtcpxFnM/s1600/38261_1429256504427_1623274521_1000019_6511667_n%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEHLmBOiijI/AAAAAAAABTs/A18MtcpxFnM/s400/38261_1429256504427_1623274521_1000019_6511667_n%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6615211279241672965?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6615211279241672965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6615211279241672965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6615211279241672965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6615211279241672965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/100th-post.html' title='100th Post!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TEHKA9QzjJI/AAAAAAAABTk/gQJ-gsey1k4/s72-c/flag-ecuador%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8455433235498518971</id><published>2010-07-12T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:31:23.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A MIRACLE Happened Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My precious friends are in China getting their daughter today!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Happy Gotcha Day Mia Grace!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We love you and can't wait to meet you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TDsnCIpc7oI/AAAAAAAABTc/8yhsu9srzYU/s1600/IMG_0421%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TDsnCIpc7oI/AAAAAAAABTc/8yhsu9srzYU/s400/IMG_0421%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can follow along and see this miracle unfold by going to their adoption website: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertsfamilyjourney.com/"&gt;http://www.robertsfamilyjourney.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congratulations Stephen and Amy!&amp;nbsp; Your faithfulness has been rewarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-8455433235498518971?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8455433235498518971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8455433235498518971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8455433235498518971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8455433235498518971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/miracle-happened-today.html' title='A MIRACLE Happened Today'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/TDsnCIpc7oI/AAAAAAAABTc/8yhsu9srzYU/s72-c/IMG_0421%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8309918931196763409</id><published>2010-05-26T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:34:37.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Bigger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...in Te*xas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_1M8hOB3BI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UQN9a1zdV6k/s1600/1206565000405220794Anonymous_flag_of_the_state_of_Texas.svg.med%5B1%5D-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_1M8hOB3BI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UQN9a1zdV6k/s400/1206565000405220794Anonymous_flag_of_the_state_of_Texas.svg.med%5B1%5D-1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At least that's what I've always heard.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know when I get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-8309918931196763409?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8309918931196763409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8309918931196763409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8309918931196763409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8309918931196763409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/everythings-bigger.html' title='Everything&apos;s Bigger...'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_1M8hOB3BI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UQN9a1zdV6k/s72-c/1206565000405220794Anonymous_flag_of_the_state_of_Texas.svg.med%5B1%5D-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6353057060767593658</id><published>2010-05-19T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:00:04.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give you 3 guesses...</title><content type='html'>...and the first two don't count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_L9U3Ic5bI/AAAAAAAAA0k/-LKd6hmccPA/s1600/May+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_L9U3Ic5bI/AAAAAAAAA0k/-LKd6hmccPA/s640/May+2010.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guess who got a hold of my camera?!&amp;nbsp; We have close-ups of the cat, cat food, the vacuum cleaner, a swif*fer, gold*fish, the refrigerator, the step ladder, the table, and the floor (see his shoe?).&amp;nbsp; He's a budding paparazzi, don't you think?&amp;nbsp; I wonder where he gets the idea of taking pictures of everything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6353057060767593658?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6353057060767593658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6353057060767593658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6353057060767593658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6353057060767593658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-give-you-3-guesses.html' title='I&apos;ll give you 3 guesses...'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_L9U3Ic5bI/AAAAAAAAA0k/-LKd6hmccPA/s72-c/May+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4484365354968493899</id><published>2010-05-18T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:36:01.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;As a child of the 70's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_J1273ipeI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0TkexFirzos/s1600/TraciBabyPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_J1273ipeI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0TkexFirzos/s400/TraciBabyPic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... I was a pretty cute kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_J13P0bnRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/1JEreofGb0E/s1600/TraciHatPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_J13P0bnRI/AAAAAAAAAzs/1JEreofGb0E/s400/TraciHatPic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4484365354968493899?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4484365354968493899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4484365354968493899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4484365354968493899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4484365354968493899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S_J1273ipeI/AAAAAAAAAzk/0TkexFirzos/s72-c/TraciBabyPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3942850339276264305</id><published>2010-05-12T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:14:27.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S-rFys50VpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/6q-86w3h87Y/s1600/Father-Daughter+Dance+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S-rFys50VpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/6q-86w3h87Y/s320/Father-Daughter+Dance+2010.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3942850339276264305?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3942850339276264305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3942850339276264305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3942850339276264305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3942850339276264305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S-rFys50VpI/AAAAAAAAAzc/6q-86w3h87Y/s72-c/Father-Daughter+Dance+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6808345089551816354</id><published>2010-04-30T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:06:41.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Invited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please join us and help support a worthy cause known as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loislodge.org/loislodgehome.html"&gt;Lois' Lodge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S9sbY8VPpRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/a9o8-4cMrXo/s1600/Lois+Lodge+Invite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S9sbY8VPpRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/a9o8-4cMrXo/s400/Lois+Lodge+Invite.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6808345089551816354?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6808345089551816354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6808345089551816354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6808345089551816354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6808345089551816354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-invited.html' title='You&apos;re Invited!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S9sbY8VPpRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/a9o8-4cMrXo/s72-c/Lois+Lodge+Invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2594324634746402841</id><published>2010-04-29T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:00:05.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 15!</title><content type='html'>I woke up after a late night of rehearsal, eating, spending time with friends and family, washing my hair, and talking to my mom.&amp;nbsp; I had butterflies in my tummy which made it difficult to fall asleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom brought me breakfast in bed along with a little green pouch that held my grandmother's diamond earrings.&amp;nbsp; The butterfiles were still there but I got ready and headed over to a friend's house for more food and "just us girls" fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brunch mom took me to the hair salon.&amp;nbsp; They went right to work rolling my hair and putting on my makeup.&amp;nbsp; By this time I was getting hungry, the butterflies had prevented me from eating much at the party, so we stopped for a hamburger and took it with us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived we needed to iron my dress just a little and I had to start putting my outfit on.&amp;nbsp; I forced myself to eat because I knew that chances were I wouldn't get another opportunity until much later that evening.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was a photo shoot and more pictures, and more pictures, and more pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later I took a little walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight to the handsome young man who was waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been walking together ever since.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S9j3_m0nXoI/AAAAAAAAAys/VUh3IVgGTa8/s1600/Wedding+Photo+B%26W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S9j3_m0nXoI/AAAAAAAAAys/VUh3IVgGTa8/s320/Wedding+Photo+B%26W.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S9j4O6HAvmI/AAAAAAAAAy0/4LrlUlO_qrU/s1600/IMG_1317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S9j4O6HAvmI/AAAAAAAAAy0/4LrlUlO_qrU/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy 15th Anniversary Sweetheart!&amp;nbsp; The Lord truly blessed me when He gave me you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2594324634746402841?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2594324634746402841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2594324634746402841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2594324634746402841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2594324634746402841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-15_29.html' title='The Big 15!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S9j3_m0nXoI/AAAAAAAAAys/VUh3IVgGTa8/s72-c/Wedding+Photo+B%26W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6514742522352597342</id><published>2010-04-28T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:45:07.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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We started making this same journey around the same time&amp;nbsp;every year about four years ago, give or take.&amp;nbsp; What could we possibly be doing year after year in the same place?&amp;nbsp; I'm glad you asked.&amp;nbsp; But before I tell you I have to say that we do not go alone.&amp;nbsp; We are but one of five families that pull our kids out of school on Friday and head out early in the morning, packing the same gear each time, caravaning&amp;nbsp;and descending upon the city along with literally thousands of other people all there for the same reason.&amp;nbsp; Any guesses?&amp;nbsp; Are you in suspense?&amp;nbsp; Just checking... We're going to the C00per*River*Bridge*Run.&amp;nbsp; It's a 10k that Rex and his friends run every year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This year our car looked like this on the way down.&amp;nbsp; We had to start supporting our runner as soon as we could since he decided to&amp;nbsp;participate even though he had not trained for it.&amp;nbsp; That's right.&amp;nbsp; Rex ran over six miles and only&amp;nbsp;prepared on a treadmill for 3 miles&amp;nbsp;one time&amp;nbsp;the week before.&amp;nbsp; Any predictions as to how he did?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaosTS1rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HTMgV9zUtiU/s1600/img_1161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaosTS1rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HTMgV9zUtiU/s400/img_1161.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The reason we leave early on the Friday before the race is so that our&amp;nbsp;older children&amp;nbsp;can participate in the Kid's Run that afternoon.&amp;nbsp; This year Madeline ran the half mile race and her friends did other races and distances in their age categories.&amp;nbsp; They all did a great job and each one received a medal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eQTWbQOnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/zrLAhWdqvpw/s1600/img_1169-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eQTWbQOnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/zrLAhWdqvpw/s400/img_1169-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All the families stay together in the same hotel.&amp;nbsp; I can only imagine what the staff thinks when they see us coming.&amp;nbsp; If everyone is there we're a group of 25 and we end up taking over the dining area.&amp;nbsp; (That must be what it feels like to be a Dug*gar!&amp;nbsp; Ha!)&amp;nbsp; There were several times when someone came around the corner to find a seat and they ended up making a quick u-turn.&amp;nbsp; Since we've been doing this now for years we've perfected our routine.&amp;nbsp; Dining out was such a huge task with so many people that we've started ordering food and bringing it back to the hotel.&amp;nbsp; This year was 0live*Garden with all the trimmings and it worked like a charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eQQT1f6hI/AAAAAAAAAtA/XOhW2oYK6kE/s1600/img_1172-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eQQT1f6hI/AAAAAAAAAtA/XOhW2oYK6kE/s400/img_1172-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's early to bed on Friday night since the guys have to leave at 6:15am to drive over to Mt*Pleasant where the race starts.&amp;nbsp; Everyone else leaves at 7:30ish to claim our same spot every year to wait for all the dads to run by.&amp;nbsp; The kids make signs and we cheer for everyone as we try our best to find our men amongst the throngs of runners.&amp;nbsp; So far we've been able to find each one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eA3rlsxRI/AAAAAAAAAso/F5lT9ROG8to/s1600/Cooper+River+Bridge+Run.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eA3rlsxRI/AAAAAAAAAso/F5lT9ROG8to/s400/Cooper+River+Bridge+Run.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This year I almost missed Rex.&amp;nbsp; Normally they all wear orange shirts to make spotting them easier, that too is something we've learned over the years.&amp;nbsp; However, this time the weather was a little cooler than expected and Rex, being the cold natured being he is, decided to keep his long sleeve white shirt on over his orange one.&amp;nbsp; He was literally right in front of us shouting to Madeline when I saw him.&amp;nbsp; Good thing I had the camera ready or I would have missed him completely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7ePXGpHJFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d6hy4JygV3E/s1600/img_1188-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7ePXGpHJFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/d6hy4JygV3E/s400/img_1188-1.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This was before, during, and after.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;finished in appoximately one hour and&amp;nbsp;thirteen minutes but don't let his smile fool you.&amp;nbsp; His legs were cramping up and he was already starting to limp.&amp;nbsp; Remember I said he hadn't trained?&amp;nbsp; The next morning poor thing could barely move.&amp;nbsp; It took him four days before he had full range of motion again.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, I'm so proud of him for giving it his best effort and completing the course.&amp;nbsp; Way to hang babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As we were leaving we spotted a guy wearing something I had never seen before.&amp;nbsp; Supposedly running in bare feet is better than running in shoes.&amp;nbsp; These offer protection but still give the benefits of running bare foot.&amp;nbsp; I asked&amp;nbsp;him if they really worked and he told me once he had gotten used to them he no longer had hip pain.&amp;nbsp; Aren't they weird?&amp;nbsp; Oh, I did get his permission to take a picture of his feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaiNyIlOI/AAAAAAAAAwY/h7wrHWJsOi8/s1600/img_1192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaiNyIlOI/AAAAAAAAAwY/h7wrHWJsOi8/s400/img_1192.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The rest of the weekend was&amp;nbsp;spent visiting with each other and entertaining the kids.&amp;nbsp; One of our moms organized an Easter egg hunt.&amp;nbsp; The kids&amp;nbsp;loved it, especially because they each had to find the egg with their name on it which won them a prize.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eQWRYbCsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hH6CQfDflZ0/s1600/img_1228-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eQWRYbCsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hH6CQfDflZ0/s400/img_1228-1.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Once it had warmed up a bit we took them to a local park.&amp;nbsp; They were starting to go stir crazy being cooped up at the hotel.&amp;nbsp; They enjoyed being able to run around a bit.&amp;nbsp; There was a slide that had been removed since last year and in its place was a big hill that someone had decided would make a great land surfing zone.&amp;nbsp; There were pieces of cardboard lying around that the kids either stood or sat on to help them slide down the hill.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a big hit with everyone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eT0zWeV7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/o1I2y7S_KhY/s1600/Cooper+River+Bridge+Run1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eT0zWeV7I/AAAAAAAAAtY/o1I2y7S_KhY/s400/Cooper+River+Bridge+Run1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was back to the hotel and kids, kids everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure the next morning when we all left the staff did a happy dance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaClPmewI/AAAAAAAAAv4/N36Nd_e-V8I/s1600/adbdd228_396539_m%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaClPmewI/AAAAAAAAAv4/N36Nd_e-V8I/s320/adbdd228_396539_m%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before heading home we had to&amp;nbsp;make our annual&amp;nbsp;visit to Bat*tery*Park to see the cannons and sit on the cannon balls, or as Kenan called them - "gum" balls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaXBYQoVI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/abAnW5ITP9Y/s1600/img_1245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaXBYQoVI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/abAnW5ITP9Y/s400/img_1245.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...and have lunch at Hy*man's*Seafood.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you, this little boy could sure put away the boiled peanuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaNHSexaI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yAG1wyC10aA/s1600/img_1250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaNHSexaI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yAG1wyC10aA/s320/img_1250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The drive home was quiet due to two very worn out children.&amp;nbsp; They look how we felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaRytZRYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/7GDfONDlphg/s1600/img_1252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaRytZRYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/7GDfONDlphg/s320/img_1252.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What a great weekend away with dear friends.&amp;nbsp; We're already making plans for next year's trip and trying to figure out how we can make it even better.&amp;nbsp; That might be impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7938687478902030866?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7938687478902030866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7938687478902030866&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7938687478902030866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7938687478902030866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/annual-event.html' title='An Annual Event'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eaosTS1rI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HTMgV9zUtiU/s72-c/img_1161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3933523981467151987</id><published>2010-04-14T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:38:44.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S8YZrd6hD-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jl11Re5lVWs/s1600/img_1337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S8YZrd6hD-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jl11Re5lVWs/s400/img_1337.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3933523981467151987?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3933523981467151987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3933523981467151987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3933523981467151987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3933523981467151987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S8YZrd6hD-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jl11Re5lVWs/s72-c/img_1337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5453723293059950492</id><published>2010-04-03T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:06:16.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover Seder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we had the opportunity to attend a Passover Seder led by a Messianic-Jewish congregation&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; Ever been?&amp;nbsp; If not, let me strongly encourage you to find one next year.&amp;nbsp; It will put a fresh, new perspective on Easter.&amp;nbsp; This was my second one, however, the first complete one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7ebzWbxsQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Y9IlbsEiwGk/s1600/img_1263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7ebzWbxsQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Y9IlbsEiwGk/s320/img_1263.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We followed along as we went through this book that&amp;nbsp;explained&amp;nbsp;the historical and scriptual reasons behind Passover.&amp;nbsp; First, preparing the home.&amp;nbsp; All leavened foods (anything with yeast) must be removed.&amp;nbsp; The Israelites had to be ready at a moments notice to leave and therefore wouldn't have time to wait for bread to rise.&amp;nbsp; The disciples also 'prepared' the upper room for Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Second, preparing the heart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Leaven is&amp;nbsp;a picture of pride, sin and unbelief which breaks our relationship with God.&amp;nbsp; We become free from sin (leaven) when we accept salvation through Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Third, preparing for the herald.&amp;nbsp; John the Baptist heralded Jesus at His baptism.&amp;nbsp; (The tradition of leaving an empty seat for Elijah is a long explanation so I won't go into all that, just picture an empty chair at the table.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eb1bGRLUI/AAAAAAAAAww/eSMVhYDk5z0/s1600/img_1265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eb1bGRLUI/AAAAAAAAAww/eSMVhYDk5z0/s320/img_1265.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Seder begins with the woman of the house lighting candles symbolizing Jesus as the Light of the World coming through a woman/virgin.&amp;nbsp; (I don't remember the non-Messianic symbol.) Then we&amp;nbsp;ate&amp;nbsp;bitter herbs (parsley dipped in salt water) to symbolize the slavery of the Israelites and the bondage of sin.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eb3gHYFpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/UqFCxP03dVk/s1600/img_1266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7eb3gHYFpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/UqFCxP03dVk/s320/img_1266.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The man of the house then takes the middle of three pieces of matzah (unleavened bread) breaks it in half and hides it.&amp;nbsp; Scriptual reference to this is the Holy Trinity, Jesus being the middle piece that was crucified and buried.&amp;nbsp; We drank the first of four cups (grape juice) to remeber the blessings of redemption.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A basket of&amp;nbsp;matzah&amp;nbsp;was passed, each person&amp;nbsp;takes a piece and dips it into horseradish.&amp;nbsp; Tears caused from this symbolize the tears shed during slavery.&amp;nbsp; Then more matzah is dipped into a sweet apple relish to symbolize that their labor seemed sweet knowing that redemption was near.&amp;nbsp; Next would come the egg, which we didn't do, but that symbolizes coming out of bondage, Jesus rising from the dead, and our eternal life with its round, endless shape.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Questions were asked why this night was different from all other nights.&amp;nbsp; One boy spoke in Hebrew, another in English, and the story of the first Passover was told.&amp;nbsp; Each plague was mentioned and remembered by a drop from the 'wine' (grape juice) cup, including the lamb's blood that had to put on the doorposts of the house.&amp;nbsp; This lamb must be perfect when slain which symbolizes Jesus as the perfect sacrificial lamb.&amp;nbsp; Typically the shankbone of a lamb is kept on the Seder plate as a reminder of this final sacrifice.&amp;nbsp; Then we drank the second cup and ate our meal of roast chicken, potatoes, green beans, and chocolate mousse for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The matzah that was broken is passed and each person breaks off a piece to remember the Passover Lamb and redemption from Egypt but also in remembrance of Jesus body that was given for us.&amp;nbsp; This was followed by the&amp;nbsp;third cup which symbolizes Jesus blood, the New Covenant, and the fact that all may have relationship with&amp;nbsp;Him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We ended with the fourth cup to rejoice about Jesus coming again to bring us to the New Jerusalem.&amp;nbsp; (Traditionally it's to acknowledge Elijah's absence, again, long explanantion.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7echfnlibI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vZnmtYG-IWU/s1600/img_1267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7echfnlibI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vZnmtYG-IWU/s320/img_1267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was amazing to see how closely related the Old and New Testaments are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The fact that God used &amp;nbsp;the first Passover as a prophetic way to foretell of Jesus-WOW!&amp;nbsp; What a Mighty God we serve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5453723293059950492?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5453723293059950492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5453723293059950492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5453723293059950492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5453723293059950492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/passover-seder.html' title='Passover Seder'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7ebzWbxsQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Y9IlbsEiwGk/s72-c/img_1263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2929364797261761609</id><published>2010-03-31T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:00:00.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7LEERcObsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/u8NcKB71KNU/s1600/img_1247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7LEERcObsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/u8NcKB71KNU/s400/img_1247.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2929364797261761609?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2929364797261761609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2929364797261761609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2929364797261761609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2929364797261761609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday_31.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S7LEERcObsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/u8NcKB71KNU/s72-c/img_1247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7734219713614483933</id><published>2010-03-22T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:00:13.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's A Big Kid Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We reached another milestone over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was time to convert the crib into a toddler bed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what it looked liked our first night home with the K-Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6bMlnN-G-I/AAAAAAAAArg/yC8f7b1nVw8/s1600-h/DSCF0252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6bMlnN-G-I/AAAAAAAAArg/yC8f7b1nVw8/s320/DSCF0252.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6bM6BiN3MI/AAAAAAAAAro/dXcBxSHLbBA/s1600-h/img_1153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6bM6BiN3MI/AAAAAAAAAro/dXcBxSHLbBA/s320/img_1153.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's such a big boy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So far we haven't had any difficulties with the transition, mainly because I don't think he realizes he can get out of his bed by himself yet.&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling that's all about to change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now if he would just get out of diapers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7734219713614483933?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7734219713614483933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7734219713614483933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7734219713614483933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7734219713614483933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-big-kid-now.html' title='He&apos;s A Big Kid Now'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6bMlnN-G-I/AAAAAAAAArg/yC8f7b1nVw8/s72-c/DSCF0252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7929048737222513005</id><published>2010-03-20T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:00:00.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To The Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago Madeline had a day off from school so I thought that would be a good time to visit the place that occupies most of my husband's day.&amp;nbsp; We arranged to meet him for lunch at his new office .&amp;nbsp; I miss the old days of just being able to drop in to surprise him.&amp;nbsp; Now we have to go through three different security check points and wear an ID badge that says GUEST - Must be accompanied at all times.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6RLcsPKEeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Mts_JIU4LVM/s1600-h/img_1018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6RLcsPKEeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Mts_JIU4LVM/s400/img_1018.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He gave us the grand tour and we ate in their cafeteria - kids get free cookies.&amp;nbsp; We met one of the guys who helped Rex get the job.&amp;nbsp; Madeline played hide and seek with the furniture.&amp;nbsp; Kenan wanted to play in the water feature in the lobby.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to go around a few times in the revolving door 'cause I think they're fun, but I didn't.&amp;nbsp; Rex got zero work done for the hour and a half we were there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm, wonder if we'll be invited back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7929048737222513005?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7929048737222513005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7929048737222513005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7929048737222513005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7929048737222513005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-to-office.html' title='A Trip To The Office'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6RLcsPKEeI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Mts_JIU4LVM/s72-c/img_1018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8617717120469496240</id><published>2010-03-18T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:11:44.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Road Gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today my ladies ensemble, One Voice, is off to our first out of town performance!&amp;nbsp; We'll be singing for a Ladies Night Out at FBC-Asheboro.&amp;nbsp; Please pray for our safety as we travel and for our families while we're gone for the evening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6GOG7XR7YI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-T9AcmNoRN4/s1600-h/One+Voice+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6GOG7XR7YI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-T9AcmNoRN4/s400/One+Voice+2.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm having to miss Madeline's concert at school which is a&amp;nbsp;first for me.&amp;nbsp; She's being very understanding but it's not so easy for this mama.&amp;nbsp; I realize it's a timing issue that was going to happen sooner or later but it doesn't make dealing with it any easier.&amp;nbsp; So, while you're at it, pray that my feelings don't interfere with the message.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sidenote:&amp;nbsp; This is our promo pic we were asked to&amp;nbsp;provide for their programs.&amp;nbsp; Who knew there were that many shades of blonde?&amp;nbsp; Real or not?&amp;nbsp; I ain't talkin'!&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-8617717120469496240?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8617717120469496240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8617717120469496240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8617717120469496240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8617717120469496240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-first-road-gig.html' title='Our First Road Gig'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S6GOG7XR7YI/AAAAAAAAAq0/-T9AcmNoRN4/s72-c/One+Voice+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3053923447061308295</id><published>2010-03-11T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:32:57.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Kenan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Three different women are thinking of you today.&amp;nbsp; The first gave you life and made one of the hardest decisions she would ever have to.&amp;nbsp; She chose to give you a better life than what she could provide knowing it meant she would not get to see who you would grow up to be, to experience the joy of your smile, to hear your giggles or feel your soft brown skin as you snuggle close.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Three different women are thinking of you today.&amp;nbsp; The second took care of you for your first eleven months in this world.&amp;nbsp; She chose&amp;nbsp;the difficult task of caring for a newborn and loving you like her own even though she knew it would only be temporary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Three different women are thinking of you today.&amp;nbsp; The third&amp;nbsp;simply chose you.&amp;nbsp; She didn't have to but she wanted to.&amp;nbsp; She is priveleged to watch you grow and discover each day.&amp;nbsp; She gets to caress your head and kiss your cheeks every day.&amp;nbsp; She gets to hold you close and comfort you.&amp;nbsp; She gets to hear you say, Mommy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S5gDmfSnufI/AAAAAAAAAqs/klAyNtHsfDo/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S5gDmfSnufI/AAAAAAAAAqs/klAyNtHsfDo/s400/IMG_1061.JPG" vt="true" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday my sweet boy!&amp;nbsp; You are loved the world over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3053923447061308295?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3053923447061308295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3053923447061308295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3053923447061308295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3053923447061308295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-3rd-birthday-kenan.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Kenan!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S5gDmfSnufI/AAAAAAAAAqs/klAyNtHsfDo/s72-c/IMG_1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1786320618290869152</id><published>2010-03-03T17:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:06:52.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S47dYudFzDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/YlpxWSLVX3g/s1600-h/img_0927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S47dYudFzDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/YlpxWSLVX3g/s320/img_0927.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-1786320618290869152?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1786320618290869152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1786320618290869152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1786320618290869152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1786320618290869152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S47dYudFzDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/YlpxWSLVX3g/s72-c/img_0927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1202754074859104005</id><published>2010-02-28T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:31:15.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We came home two years ago today with our special delivery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4s-EHWYN3I/AAAAAAAAApc/2P6GyqNelI0/s1600-h/Welcome+Home+Kenan+Backes+!063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4s-EHWYN3I/AAAAAAAAApc/2P6GyqNelI0/s400/Welcome+Home+Kenan+Backes+!063.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once again we were busy video taping this momentous occassion so I had to take a picture from that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4tAMB3e1LI/AAAAAAAAAps/uGzfZjugESc/s1600-h/img_0956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4tAMB3e1LI/AAAAAAAAAps/uGzfZjugESc/s400/img_0956.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since then, the&amp;nbsp;crib has been occupied...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4s9aLUSuAI/AAAAAAAAApU/_sMQIf9mkqE/s400/100_2566.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...the house is filled with the pitter patter of little feet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4s9LdUL9eI/AAAAAAAAApM/6x6Bh-SpT-4/s1600-h/100_2555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4s9LdUL9eI/AAAAAAAAApM/6x6Bh-SpT-4/s320/100_2555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and squeals of laughter fill the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4s-nLvIpsI/AAAAAAAAApk/qxICiFr6sfg/s1600-h/100_2977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4s-nLvIpsI/AAAAAAAAApk/qxICiFr6sfg/s400/100_2977.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't be happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-1202754074859104005?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1202754074859104005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1202754074859104005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1202754074859104005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1202754074859104005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-2nd-homecoming.html' title='Happy 2nd Homecoming!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4s-EHWYN3I/AAAAAAAAApc/2P6GyqNelI0/s72-c/Welcome+Home+Kenan+Backes+!063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6399991626696058670</id><published>2010-02-26T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:40:25.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Gotcha Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;It's hard to believe that we've had our Guapo (handsome) Kenan for two years! He has changed so much. Here is a reminder of his first year we spent waiting for him, watching him grow up without us. Getting these every six weeks helped us make it through, and only increased the ache to hold him even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4NswGqvmJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/KUYHHcg7ph8/s400/100_2514-1%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" height="400" ct="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;Then that long anticipated moment arrived. Rex was busy video taping and didn't get a photo of me so I had to take a picture from the video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4aZBoSmBtI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Fp_d1YMhJLQ/s1600-h/img_0791.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4aZBoSmBtI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Fp_d1YMhJLQ/s320/img_0791.jpg" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;It was almost the exact opposite of what I had dreamed that time to be. I thought his foster mom would walk into the room and place him into my arms, but she was there before us sitting on a couch with him sitting in her lap. Madeline was actually the first person to touch him, then Rex held him, and finally I got my turn. I think they felt more comfortable. I, on the other hand, was very nervous around his foster mom, almost as if I was invading her territory. She had a strong attatchment to him and it was obvious he felt the same towards her. I'm so thankful she loved him though and took such good care of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;This was my moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e188d33d015a9401" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De188d33d015a9401%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555427%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63ED220E9F66A7F30960F3263CF076F9459C0198.1BEF10B083E3A230DB68365DBE2E8252C67EDAFB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De188d33d015a9401%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgqzWBCroEturlj2wVORt5lEZuZk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De188d33d015a9401%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555427%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63ED220E9F66A7F30960F3263CF076F9459C0198.1BEF10B083E3A230DB68365DBE2E8252C67EDAFB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De188d33d015a9401%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgqzWBCroEturlj2wVORt5lEZuZk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;We had set the camera down shortly after we walked in and were picking it up so that's why it's so shakey. And in case you didn't catch that, Madeline says, "Oh gosh, Mom's gonna cry." I started to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;If you've found your way here from Jeanette's, welcome! Would you like to see our first few seconds of seeing him in person for the first time? &lt;a href="http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-journey-to-kenan_26.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks so much for stopping by! Leave a comment and let me know you were here. I hope you'll come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;If you're already a follower and would like to read a summary about our journey to Kenan, please visit her blog where I've written our story to participate in &lt;a href="http://threadsoffaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/02/project-chosen-kenan.html"&gt;Project Chosen&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4N7bwXHyUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PYkKUL598yk/s1600-h/Gotcha+Day+collage.jpg+1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4N7bwXHyUI/AAAAAAAAAnM/PYkKUL598yk/s400/Gotcha+Day+collage.jpg+1.jpg" width="400" height="285" ct="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I started out by saying how much he's changed in the two short years we've been a forever family. He was off formula and on whole milk within a month of coming home. He was used to getting a bottle every 2 hours, even throughout the night, and co-sleeping with his foster mom. He only needed that bottle for the first couple of weeks and never complained about being in a crib, soon to be toddler bed. It didn't take him long to learn how to use a sippy cup or climb stairs. He was mostly crawling when he came home but that quickly turned to walking and now he's running non-stop everywhere. His speech was delayed but this past May things started to click and he's making up for lost time. He speaks in complete sentences and believe it or not, is very articulate. He's learning to use the potty, dress himself - from 9-12 months to size 2T, feed himself with a fork, and use the computer and play the W*ii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's also been introduced this past year with the fact that he's adopted from Guatemala. I understand he doesn't fully grasp what that means but we want him to know how God brought him to our family; that he was chosen, wanted, and will be loved foever. I'm so thankful for the blessing of Kenan Marco Wesley and how it has changed me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 2nd Gotcha Day! Te Amo Hijo Mio. I love you my son. You're a miraculous answer to prayer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6399991626696058670?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e188d33d015a9401&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6399991626696058670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6399991626696058670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6399991626696058670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6399991626696058670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotcha-day.html' title='Happy 2nd Gotcha Day!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4NswGqvmJI/AAAAAAAAAnE/KUYHHcg7ph8/s72-c/100_2514-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2184122603784784286</id><published>2010-02-25T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:10:42.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where it all began</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The seed of adoption was first planted on a mission trip to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bra*zil in June 1999 when I held her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4afmZnpk5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/c6aystLmBHk/s1600-h/img_0999.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4afmZnpk5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/c6aystLmBHk/s320/img_0999.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It took years to grow, watered by many tears and prayers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but I knew that one day I'd have my own Lat*ino cutie pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrPGyzvI_nU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrPGyzvI_nU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think there's another seed growing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2184122603784784286?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2184122603784784286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2184122603784784286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2184122603784784286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2184122603784784286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-it-all-began.html' title='Where it all began'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4afmZnpk5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/c6aystLmBHk/s72-c/img_0999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8338701026448146553</id><published>2010-02-23T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:35:39.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Officially Employed... &amp; Valentine's Recap</title><content type='html'>Being sick is not fun.&amp;nbsp; I used to think it was fun when I'd get to miss school but mommies don't get sick days, so I repeat, being sick is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex, started back to a real, full time job on Feb. 8th.&amp;nbsp; Yes,&amp;nbsp;I've been meaning to mention that for a few weeks now but as you've already figured out, I've been sick.&amp;nbsp; His last weekday home&amp;nbsp;I woke up and before I had even gotten out of bed I knew something was not right.&amp;nbsp; Turns out I had a bladder infection, oh joy.&amp;nbsp; Then the next morning, Sat., I woke up with the flu.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember now what we had to do that day but I know I was not able to rest.&amp;nbsp; By Sat. night I knew I wouldn't be going to church in the morning so I slept as much as possible on Sun. because&amp;nbsp;reality would set in on Mon. morning when Rex went to work.&amp;nbsp; Have I mentioned he was starting his new job?&amp;nbsp; WooHoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first day, he tells me, was just orientation&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;since day two, he's been busy.&amp;nbsp; Here at home I'm readjusting to being home alone with a very active 2 year old and that first week was jam packed with things that had deadlines by the end of the week and couldn't wait.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I was sick.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Madeline's birthday so I was getting the house cleaned for company and never did get it all done.&amp;nbsp; I had to finish getting things ready for her party at school and then her "big" party at the Leg* store the next day.&amp;nbsp; I needed to make the Valentine treats for both kid's teachers and help with the Valentine party at school.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, mommy did not have time to recuperate from her flu so the next week I still wasn't feeling much better and it took nearly the whole week to get my energy back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling much better now, just in time for Rex to go out of town on a business trip.&amp;nbsp; The party never stops I tell ya.&amp;nbsp; And for the record, I believe moms should totally get sick days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the yummy goodness we gave as Valentine teacher gifts this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orea Truffles, mint and regular...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4SoKhm1uDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/75xUEW_P-ls/s1600-h/img_0825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4SoKhm1uDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/75xUEW_P-ls/s320/img_0825.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4SoQE7ey8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/BOL1lurwAYk/s1600-h/img_0827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4SoQE7ey8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/BOL1lurwAYk/s320/img_0827.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4Soh-bs00I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ztYXR4EJjkY/s1600-h/img_0828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4Soh-bs00I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ztYXR4EJjkY/s320/img_0828.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...all tied up in a pretty package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oreo Truffles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 package Oreos finely ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 8 oz. package of softened cream cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Combine together, roll into balls, and dip in chocolate.&amp;nbsp; Decorate with tinted white chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Easy and so delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6960617879539986453-8338701026448146553?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8338701026448146553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8338701026448146553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8338701026448146553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8338701026448146553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-officially-employeed-valentines.html' title='He&apos;s Officially Employed... &amp; Valentine&apos;s Recap'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S4SoKhm1uDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/75xUEW_P-ls/s72-c/img_0825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6699208937699031146</id><published>2010-02-11T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:37:14.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Madeline!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;9 years ago today I experienced one of the greatest, most memorable events of my life.&amp;nbsp; The birth of my miracle child, Madeline Jireh.&amp;nbsp; After waiting and longing for three years, the Lord answered our prayer and gave us a healthy baby girl.&amp;nbsp; She made her entrance eleven days early at 5:58 in the morning on a Sunday and I haven't been the same since.&amp;nbsp; I'm honored to have been chosen to be her mama.&amp;nbsp; She brings a smile to my face and joy to my heart.&amp;nbsp; Happy 9th Birthday Madeline!&amp;nbsp; You are loved more than words can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S3TavTF58JI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pQDfp1dAtRs/s1600-h/img_1355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S3TavTF58JI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pQDfp1dAtRs/s400/img_1355.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6699208937699031146?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6699208937699031146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6699208937699031146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6699208937699031146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6699208937699031146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-madeline.html' title='Happy Birthday Madeline!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S3TavTF58JI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pQDfp1dAtRs/s72-c/img_1355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8467907013396503200</id><published>2010-02-01T15:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:31:11.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Chosen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My precious friend Jeanette is featuring a different family every day this month whose lives have been blessed through the miracle of adoption.&amp;nbsp; This is a fabulous idea that hopefully will spread the word and show the need of the over 143 million orphans who are waiting around the world for a forever family.&amp;nbsp; That is a staggering amount and I pray that heart strings are tugged and people will&amp;nbsp;answer an overwhelming call to open their homes to a child who desperately needs them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2c2HIkKj2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/CFKfjmiQBy4/s1600-h/ProjectChosenButton%5B1%5D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2c2HIkKj2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/CFKfjmiQBy4/s400/ProjectChosenButton%5B1%5D.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="http://threadsoffaithfulness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Project Chosen&lt;/a&gt; and see how these families lives have been changed.&amp;nbsp; We are honored to be part of this and our story will be shared on February 26th.&amp;nbsp; If you would like to share your adoption story there is still room, just leave her your email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-8467907013396503200?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://threadsoffaithfulness.blogspot.com/' title='Project Chosen'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://threadsoffaithfulness.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8467907013396503200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8467907013396503200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8467907013396503200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8467907013396503200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/project-chosen.html' title='Project Chosen'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2c2HIkKj2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/CFKfjmiQBy4/s72-c/ProjectChosenButton%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4684303408240206587</id><published>2010-01-31T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:35:59.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We had some very excited children on Friday evening when the snow started to fall.&amp;nbsp; Rex and Madeline put one of our corn hole boards down towards the bottom of the hill in our backyard and covered it with a&amp;nbsp;piece of cardboard&amp;nbsp;in preparation&amp;nbsp;for some "extreme" sledding come morning.&amp;nbsp; Kenan kept running to the back door and yelling "It snowing Mommy!"&amp;nbsp; I knew we were in for a long night.&amp;nbsp; How could they possibly sleep when they were that excited?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUEtQbsuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/M0EdCLw1nUY/s1600-h/img_0731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUEtQbsuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/M0EdCLw1nUY/s400/img_0731.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, about a quarter to four Kenan wakes up crying and then Madeline walks into our room.&amp;nbsp; It had started sleeting and the noise it made on their windows was loud enough that it woke them both up.&amp;nbsp; Everyone piled into our bed which must have looked like&amp;nbsp;a scene&amp;nbsp;straight out of Willy*Wonka with all four of us in there together.&amp;nbsp; (You remember the scenes with the four grandparents in bed together?)&amp;nbsp; After a few minutes I knew that I'd never get&amp;nbsp;back to sleep with a talking 2 year old in the bed so I grabbed my pillow and headed to Madeline's room.&amp;nbsp; The sleet was so loud and I was completely awake at this point that it took me an hour to fall back asleep.&amp;nbsp; When Rex woke me up Saturday morning I truely thought I had only been there a little while.&amp;nbsp; I knew I had very anxious youngin's so I dragged myself out of my warm cocoon to go out into our winter &lt;strike&gt;wonder&lt;/strike&gt;sleetland.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZULTUIxbI/AAAAAAAAAko/556DfZW3o3k/s1600-h/img_0739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZULTUIxbI/AAAAAAAAAko/556DfZW3o3k/s400/img_0739.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the morning sledding... (the ramp actually worked!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUPGTLbHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/OhCF9Y3X72I/s1600-h/img_0741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUPGTLbHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/OhCF9Y3X72I/s400/img_0741.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;...and sledding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUQ9lSPjI/AAAAAAAAAk4/w1oQAeNZU9w/s1600-h/img_0742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUQ9lSPjI/AAAAAAAAAk4/w1oQAeNZU9w/s400/img_0742.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;...running back up the hill ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZWBSu7hOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W8Gtkxw8UlI/s1600-h/img_0740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZWBSu7hOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W8Gtkxw8UlI/s400/img_0740.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and sledding... (like my hair?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUezbmPCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2RuvTPWNFTY/s1600-h/img_0748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUezbmPCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2RuvTPWNFTY/s400/img_0748.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and sledding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUYNznirI/AAAAAAAAAlI/o9I_3zG04Hc/s1600-h/img_0744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUYNznirI/AAAAAAAAAlI/o9I_3zG04Hc/s400/img_0744.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was time to drive the jeep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUiw4uoTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WjlKcsisW7A/s1600-h/img_0756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUiw4uoTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/WjlKcsisW7A/s400/img_0756.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and ride bikes.&amp;nbsp; Hey, we live in the south, what else is there to do when you can't build a snowman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUnN_8K4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/qjPBiDg2eoc/s1600-h/img_0757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUnN_8K4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/qjPBiDg2eoc/s400/img_0757.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Once we were all thoroughly chilled and starting to get cranky (probably frost bite setting in) we headed inside for some hot chocolate and warm soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUtthd04I/AAAAAAAAAlo/-wz4t08GwSs/s1600-h/img_0763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUtthd04I/AAAAAAAAAlo/-wz4t08GwSs/s400/img_0763.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a way to spend a Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4684303408240206587?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4684303408240206587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4684303408240206587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4684303408240206587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4684303408240206587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S2ZUEtQbsuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/M0EdCLw1nUY/s72-c/img_0731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2894173202640842635</id><published>2010-01-30T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:06:52.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogoversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Blogoversary To Me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What are you supposed to talk about on your blogoversary? I have no idea what the tradition is so I'm gonna go with my experience so far. (If you know what I'm supposed to do leave me a comment so I can follow the rules.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been at this for one year now and while it hasn't turned out like I thought it would, it's still been fun.&amp;nbsp; I've met some great people who have the same hopes and dreams as I do, some have been through similar circumstances and we've encouraged one another, but most share the same love for a great God which makes us part of His family.&amp;nbsp; While this hasn't turned out to be some grandios thing, (I admit, I'm a little disappointed that I haven't attracted more people, just being real here) I believe I've met exactly who I was supposed to.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Those connections&amp;nbsp;have been so special and I'll always be thankful for them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, did you know you don't have to have a blogger account to leave a comment?&amp;nbsp; I'm just telling you this because I know you're out there.&amp;nbsp; Yes, you lurker you!&amp;nbsp; I can say that because I used to be one.&amp;nbsp; I see the counter going up which means you're stopping by, thank you so much for being here, but I'd like to hear from you and find out who I'm reaching.&amp;nbsp; I have met some very nice people all over the country by leaving comments and I'd like to get to know you too.&amp;nbsp; This is your official pep talk!&amp;nbsp; Let me encourage you, it's easy, just click 'comments' at the end of each post.&amp;nbsp; I know you can do it!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to meet you friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, 100th post!&amp;nbsp; Don't know exactly when but it'll be some time this year before my next blogoversary.&amp;nbsp; Hope you're here for that&amp;nbsp;too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2894173202640842635?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2894173202640842635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2894173202640842635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2894173202640842635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2894173202640842635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogoversary.html' title='Blogoversary!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-257546335851713428</id><published>2010-01-25T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:30:23.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL Job Update</title><content type='html'>Yes, you heard me right.&amp;nbsp; I won't have to keep telling you&amp;nbsp;he's still looking because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE GOT THE JOB!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Praise the Lord!&amp;nbsp; After starting in to the 12th month of lay off an offer was given and accepted.&amp;nbsp; His first day will be Feb. 8th.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the company that he flew to N*wY*rk three days after surgery to interview with at their headquarters.&amp;nbsp; The local office is only 10 - 15 minutes from home!&amp;nbsp; Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It may take awhile but life can begin to return to normal, whatever that is.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to have to readjust to having him gone again.&amp;nbsp; He has spoiled me with his house husband-ness, parts of me doesn't want him to be gone.&amp;nbsp; Our bank account on the other hand says different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd like to thank all the people who&amp;nbsp;helped us make it through these last few months.&amp;nbsp; Without your generosity things would have certainly been much more diffucult.&amp;nbsp; We love you and thank God for you.&amp;nbsp; Please know that your kindness will never be forgotten and you will forever be part of our testimony.&amp;nbsp; The Lord used you in a mighty way as He provided for us.&amp;nbsp; Blessed be Jehovah-Jireh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rex has healed nicely since the surgery.&amp;nbsp; The week after being in the hospital his incision started bleeding whenever he would move certain ways or rubbed against it with his belt buckle.&amp;nbsp; This went on for about 4 days until he found ways to protect it better and not lift heavy things.&amp;nbsp; Since then it's had a chance to completely close and all is back to normal, minus one appendix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been on a quest to find local Guatemalan adoptive families and was able to find someone not too far from me.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully we will get to know each other better and our kids can meet and form a friendship.&amp;nbsp; If you know of anyone in and around the Charlotte area, please send them my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our family is getting ready to celebrate some important days.&amp;nbsp; Keep checking back to find out what they are and you can celebrate with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/6960617879539986453-257546335851713428?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/257546335851713428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=257546335851713428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/257546335851713428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/257546335851713428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/final-job-update.html' title='FINAL Job Update'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-573520280332164448</id><published>2010-01-08T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:33:00.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Update</title><content type='html'>Haven't talked about this in a while because there hasn't been much to report.&amp;nbsp; He's still looking and interviewing, currently on final interviews at&amp;nbsp;a company's headquarters in N*wY*rk.&amp;nbsp; That's right...&lt;br /&gt;After having surgery Monday night he flew out three days later so he wouldn't miss it.&amp;nbsp; A final decision is supposed to be made Tuesday of next week and there was no way he was going to reschedule.&amp;nbsp; You can't keep a good man down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people hear N*wY*rk they always ask if we would have to move.&amp;nbsp; Praise the Lord, no!&amp;nbsp;I don't mean that in a bad way it's just that we like where we are and don't feel called to relocate.&amp;nbsp; The office he'd be at is about ten to fifteen minutes from home.&amp;nbsp; It's an ideal situation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm claiming the promise of Ephesians 3:20.&amp;nbsp; "Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us."&amp;nbsp; That has already been the case for this week and my prayer is for that to continue.&amp;nbsp; We believe He has the perfect job set aside and we want to be found faithful in our waiting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join with me today as I lift up my strong man.&amp;nbsp; That he will say the right things and make the necessary impression to receive an offer.&amp;nbsp; Then, for safe travel as he flies home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-573520280332164448?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/573520280332164448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=573520280332164448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/573520280332164448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/573520280332164448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-update.html' title='Job Update'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2875216675209555856</id><published>2010-01-05T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:24:06.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In A Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm really having trouble knowing even how to begin, we've been living in a whirlwind for the past couple of days.&amp;nbsp; First a quick update on K-Man since my last post.&amp;nbsp; You'd never know anything had happened to him.&amp;nbsp; He was sore the next day and kept saying, "Watch my head."&amp;nbsp; Ever since then, he's been back to his usual cute self.&amp;nbsp; He'll have his stitches taken out next week some time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The next day, Saturday, we were supposed to have our annual New Year's get-together with Rex's running buddies and their families at our former Sunday School teacher's house but it was canceled that morning due to illness.&amp;nbsp; Three of the six families were healthy and in town so we decided that we'd still meet since we had all planned to do it anyway.&amp;nbsp; We laughed, talked, played games, laughed some more, and ate way too much.&amp;nbsp; We always have the best time with those folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Moving on to Sunday.&amp;nbsp; My dear, sweet husband was ordained as a deacon during the evening service.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S0P8gr8GsYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/pnV663YiALU/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S0P8gr8GsYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/pnV663YiALU/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I couldn't be prouder of him!&amp;nbsp; I've watched as his&amp;nbsp;relationship with the Lord&amp;nbsp;has grown this past year and it just blesses my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S0P8nAn91_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/GYdID8NvFb0/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S0P8nAn91_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/GYdID8NvFb0/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He is a champion for our family and does all he can for us.&amp;nbsp; We love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;During the service it was mentioned&amp;nbsp;how s*t*n&amp;nbsp;likes to attack us.&amp;nbsp; We had no idea it would happen so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Around 10 o'clock Sunday night poor Rex is doubled over with severe stomach pain.&amp;nbsp; He thought maybe he had food poisoning from eating some bad leftovers.&amp;nbsp; He just couldn't&amp;nbsp;get comfortable and was up and down all night.&amp;nbsp; By 10 o'clock Monday morning he was telling me it was so bad that he was going to the doctor.&amp;nbsp; For my man to go to the&amp;nbsp;doctor means he must really be in bad shape.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;From the urgent care he was sent to have a ct-scan done to confirm appendicitis.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, that's what was going on.&amp;nbsp; He was then told to be at the hospital within the hour.&amp;nbsp; By the way, this was the second visit to urgent care for one of us already this year, and the year was only 4 days old!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He was taken back to surgery at 5 o'clock.&amp;nbsp; Love the hat honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S0QHFZHyRMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/D-SH6XUwsrU/s1600-h/img_0673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S0QHFZHyRMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/D-SH6XUwsrU/s400/img_0673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The surgery only lasted about 45 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Everything went well so they moved him up to a private room to recover.&amp;nbsp; We were planning on going home around 9:30 but just about that time he started getting sick from the anesthesia.&amp;nbsp; It didn't help that he hadn't eaten all day.&amp;nbsp; We decided at that point it might be better if he stayed overnight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My mom was already scheduled to be in town for a doctor's appointment yesterday morning and was planning on spending the night.&amp;nbsp; Talk about God's perfect timing!&amp;nbsp; She was able to stay with the kids while I was at the hospital so there was never an issue with childcare.&amp;nbsp; It's no coincidence that all the details had already been taken care of.&amp;nbsp; God is so cool like that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After getting the kids ready for school this morning, I went back out to the hospital to pick up my sweetie, minus one appendix.&amp;nbsp; He has a big purple buise on his abdomen and walks kinda slow but he's been up and around the house for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; I have to keep reminding him to take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whew!&amp;nbsp; So it's been an&amp;nbsp;eventful few days at our house.&amp;nbsp; It's also been&amp;nbsp;amazing to see how God has put all these pieces together like a puzzle.&amp;nbsp; What a mighty God we serve!&amp;nbsp; To Him be all the praise and glory!&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/6960617879539986453-2875216675209555856?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2875216675209555856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2875216675209555856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2875216675209555856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2875216675209555856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-in-whirlwind.html' title='Living In A Whirlwind'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/S0P8gr8GsYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/pnV663YiALU/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4108158653810703027</id><published>2010-01-02T19:56:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:08:27.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're off with a Bang!</title><content type='html'>A head bang that is. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After staying up late for New Year's Eve and then sleeping in, the kids were full of energy.  So, what does K-Man do?  Jump on our bed.  A favorite pasttime that has gotten him scolded before but obviously not made the necessary impression.  Well, this time what happened might have done the trick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was having a good 'ole time, he fell backwards onto the pillows only missing them 'by that much'.  He slams his head down on the edge of the wooden head board with a loud thud which immediately got my attention from the other room.  I was down the hall in the laundry room just waiting for it.  You know, the couple seconds before the wail.  When it pierced the silence it wasn't the typical whine but a cry of pain.  Time for mama to come kiss the boo boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rounded the corner, my husband, who had been sitting on the bed watching football, was already holding him and had his hand on the back of his head.  All I saw at that point was blood dripping between his fingers. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had to rinse the laundry soap off my hands before I could wet a washcloth and start playing my role of nurse mommy.  I knew that head wounds bleed easily and sure enough, it didn't take long before the washcloth was covered.  It was hard to assess how bad it was because Kenan's hair is so dark it made it difficult to really see what was going on.  What I could make out helped confirm my initial thought of, "This boy in going to need stitches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, because we had slept late, Madeline and I were still in our jammies so I told her to go get dressed.  The look on her face was a mixture of panic and horror.  She didn't know what was going on.  I think all the blood made her think he was dieing or something.  She started crying, bless her heart, but it was nice to see how concerned she was for the person she fights with regularly.  We kept assuring her he was going to be okay.  I quickly changed too and threw on a hat, no time to fix my hair.  We all piled into the car and Rex held him in the backseat holding an ice pack and washcloth on his head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the nearest urgent care which is only about 10 minutes from our house.  Wouldn't ya know it!  Closed!  Are you kidding me?!  Then I remembered it was New Year's Day.  So, I called a friend of mine as we headed toward the hospital to find out where she had taken her son a few weeks ago when he broke his ankle.  It ended up being the urgent care that we had gone to last year for Kenan's broken foot.  She suggested going there instead of the emergency room because we'd probably get in faster.  I called to make sure they were open this time.  I guess we're becoming regular customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take too long to be called back but waiting for the doctor once we made it to the exam room took forever.  Seriously, what takes so long?  I began to wonder if they were watching and listening to us on a hidden camera.  Finally, he comes in and sure enough, my Guatemalan cutie needs stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure my little guy would not handle this well.  He's two and being stuck with sharp objects.  It meant screaming, right?  Wrong!  All he made was an ouchie face and that's it.  He didn't even move while the doctor tied three black stitches into the top of his head.  What a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.  Our first day of 2010.  Have you heard the saying that what you do on New Year's Day you'll be doing the most of during the year?  Let's hope that's not true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4108158653810703027?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4108158653810703027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4108158653810703027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4108158653810703027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4108158653810703027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-off-with-bang.html' title='We&apos;re off with a Bang!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8107688801301249490</id><published>2010-01-01T13:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:30:55.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2010 - Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It was a quiet evening at home with the family on New Year's Eve last night. We ate a nice dinner and had a special dessert, molten chocolate cakes. The whipped cream is already starting to melt into the chocolate. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421837588393412978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sz48j34MyXI/AAAAAAAAAiw/1hIPWekhMOE/s400/img_0643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave baths and played W*ii I*Spy until it was time to watch the final countdown. We toasted in the new year with sparkling apple cider, scout's honor, and remembered how Rex proposed on New Year's Eve 18 years ago. Has it really been that long ago? My how time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sz480mgL4zI/AAAAAAAAAi4/i3W8SMunZOY/s1600-h/img_0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421837875787064114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sz480mgL4zI/AAAAAAAAAi4/i3W8SMunZOY/s400/img_0647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since then. I pray that 2010 holds wonderful memories and lots of exciting times. My top 10 things that I'm most looking forward to are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Growing closer in my relationship with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. For my husband to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Celebrating birthdays, anniversarys, and gotcha days with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Establishing an adoption and foster care ministry with two amazing friends through my&lt;br /&gt;church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For my women's ensemble to reach others with the good news of Jesus Christ through song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Going on a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting back in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Attending my 20 year high school reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Getting my house decluttered and organized. It'll take a miracle but I believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Watching as the Lord answers prayers for us and our friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an added bonus I'm giving you the recipe for the delicious dessert that I know you're drooling over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOLTEN CHOCOLATE CAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 squares semi-sweet baking chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Tablespoons flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipped Topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREHEAT oven to 425 degrees. Butter 4 custard cups or souffle dishes. Place on baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICROWAVE chocolate and butter in large microwavable bowl on High 1 minute or until butter is melted. Stir with wire whisk until chocolate is completely melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STIR in sugar until well blended. BLEND in eggs and egg yolks with wire whisk. STIR in flour. DIVIDE batter between prepared custard cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKE 13 to 14 minutes or until sides are firm but centers are soft. Let stand 1 minute. Carefully run small knife around cakes to loosen. INVERT cakes onto dessert dishes.&lt;br /&gt;TOP with whipped topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like chocolate I guarantee you'll love this. It's also great to make for Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know what you're looking forward to the most this year. Leave me a comment so that I can celebrate with you! Have a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-8107688801301249490?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8107688801301249490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8107688801301249490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8107688801301249490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8107688801301249490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010-happy-new-year.html' title='Welcome 2010 - Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sz48j34MyXI/AAAAAAAAAiw/1hIPWekhMOE/s72-c/img_0643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4320669106968628856</id><published>2009-12-31T10:56:00.035-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:30:41.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry CHRISTmas!</title><content type='html'>A rainy Christmas morning came early this year. Madeline woke up at 7 and checked out the goodies Santa had brought. She ran upstairs and startled me awake. Who likes being woke up like that? I held her off another thirty minutes while I tried to get a few more winks and allowed my heart rate to return to a normal rhythm. That was all she could take so we made our way down the stairs to see what other treasures awaited us under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421430347242129746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzKLUXjyVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kO_BQMNDXVU/s400/img_0553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Santa was good and brought her a Le*gos set and the complete St*rW*rs saga computer game. He gave Kenan H*tWh**ls cars and a race track. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421430195470956338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzKCe-fdzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/qyiJ_hnRNEk/s400/img_0555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy got the car monogram sticker she asked for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421431127889582530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzK4wgamcI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pN1nUfhZfoo/s400/img_0563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy got the Car*lina vs. N*treD*me print he wanted. (FYI, he and two of his friends went to that game and are in the picture, very tiny, but they're there. Oh, and our Hee*ls won which was a nice and unexpected surprise.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421430572313931698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzKYa0277I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Hw94vHxF7Kc/s400/img_0587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kiddos got the next book in the series written by Big*Mama. It's part of a Sunday morning children's program at church. They have online stuff too. &lt;a href="http://www.bigmamasattic.com/"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421430953291810530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzKumFEBuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kOtbQB0YYM0/s400/img_0568.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT, the BIGGEST surprise of them all was a W*ii!!! Thanks dad, it wouldn't have been possible without you! I think she's just a little happy, don't you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421432400588993170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzMC1rmcpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/l38IP1d6GZI/s400/img_0570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The rest of the day was spent playing with all of our new toys. It took 2 hours and 20 minutes plus a few hundred pieces... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421431338701797074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzLFB19ttI/AAAAAAAAAho/CiKO8FtwrFU/s400/img_0597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...but she put the whole thing together by herself. This is Ana*kin's Y*Wing Fighter.  Girlfriend loves Le*gos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421431458172145170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzLL-56jhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/DdqyMurwgVg/s400/img_0599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kenan ran over everything with his new remote control car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421431596675379730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzLUC3qMhI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kwcRaJvAv7E/s400/img_0616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And everyone got in on the W*ii action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421431856857026770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzLjMHzENI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gyMAKmG0Y8Q/s400/img_0633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Including the K-Man. Believe it or not, he's actually good at bowling or as he calls it, blowing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421432134333838242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzLzVzbM6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SDQ8if0Mhq4/s400/img_0635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; For dinner that night I made Car*raba's Lentil*&amp;amp;*Sausage Soup. If you've ever had it, this recipe tastes exactly the same. I may have to share it with you sometime...maybe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421528649616126210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sz0jlRP48QI/AAAAAAAAAig/8a_XSMdRicE/s400/img_0629.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended our day by singing Happy Birthday to Jesus and blowing out candles on a rice*krispie treat cake. I didn't want the day to pass without remembering the One whom we celebrate, who makes this day possible in the first place.  Thank you Jesus for coming to a rotten world so that I might live with you forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to remember the friends, known and uknown, who helped make our Christmas all that it was.  We had food on the table and gifts under the tree thanks to some kind and generous individuals.  For that, we will be forever grateful.  It was a very Merry CHRISTmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4320669106968628856?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4320669106968628856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4320669106968628856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4320669106968628856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4320669106968628856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry CHRISTmas!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzzKLUXjyVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kO_BQMNDXVU/s72-c/img_0553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3887097659585103574</id><published>2009-12-30T11:32:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:23:03.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve And The Weeks Before</title><content type='html'>The weeks leading up to Christmas were busy to say the least. The first weekend of December Madeline had her first solo in the children's choir Christmas Musical - Hotel*Bethlehem. She sang "A Way/Away In a Manger" and sounded like an angel. Yes, I could have popped my buttons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421088201979603858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuS_18OK5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/28PUDfeBhuQ/s400/img_0328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next week we had our adult choir Christmas Musical - "A Hickory*Grove Family Christmas". I had to capture my little cherubs before the dress rehearsal. Check out the K-Man's tie! So cute!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421068776689491634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuBVJGJ3rI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ftaHj6uv6l4/s400/img_0368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were asked to give our family's testimony and Rex did a fantastic job telling our story. We pray that our trials and their outcomes will encourage others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421089500784633058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuULcXeJOI/AAAAAAAAAgg/QxkeYblPVoQ/s400/img_0392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421069556555338658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuCCiUqU6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/_V3yFk3VGFI/s400/img_0419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After two jam packed weekends at church it was time to get ready for Madeline's Christmas Party at school. I planned a whole bunch of fun stuff for her class to do but the weather did not cooperate and school closed early before we could celebrate. Guess we'll just have to have a 'winter' party when they go back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad arrived on Christmas Eve and the kids were about to tear the house apart they were so excited. Can you remember being that excited at Christmastime? Our tradition is to have our big Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve. This year we made it easy and fixed a lasagna, salad, and breadsticks. I think everyone enjoyed their meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421090536564776834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuVHu8s34I/AAAAAAAAAgo/I24X6JBRgrk/s400/img_0530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was time to open a few presents. Another tradition is to give the kids an ornament that is representative of their year. So Madeline got a Jonas*Brothers ornament that plays one of their songs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421070484935521794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuC4kzvtgI/AAAAAAAAAew/g4jpAhp_1dk/s400/img_0534.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and Kenan got Thomas *The* Train...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421070343735566130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuCwWzDXzI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y6tvyu0L1uA/s400/img_0535.jpg" /&gt; ...a new pair of Jo*Bros pj's...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421087299857452018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuSLVRii_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/IL3FHylEKPs/s400/img_0537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...and a photo book telling how God brought Kenan to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421070997356286194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuDWZuYEPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2IQAjijCoKQ/s400/img_0539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421070189460884530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuCnYFGjDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oXMeiDmRgkE/s400/img_0532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it was time to get ready for Santa. We left food for the reindeer so they could find our house...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421071273582921666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuDmev8B8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/nM_TmN-IkW0/s400/img_0545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and some cookies and milk for the big man himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421071334392065010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuDqBR96_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/VnChmSnn4H0/s400/img_0546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madeline insisted she sleep on the couch in front of the fireplace so she could see Santa...wonder if it worked?  Daddy's settling down for his long winter's nap too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421094149832107458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuYaDaw5cI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-wwYOGnvkXg/s400/img_0550.jpg" /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3887097659585103574?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3887097659585103574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3887097659585103574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3887097659585103574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3887097659585103574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve-and-weeks-before.html' title='Christmas Eve And The Weeks Before'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzuS_18OK5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/28PUDfeBhuQ/s72-c/img_0328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8657053136028101205</id><published>2009-12-23T22:20:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:59:21.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Home Tour By Candlelight</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our home! I'm so glad you came over for a visit. Please, come in. As in any proper southern home I'd like to offer you a glass of iced tea. Take a look around. Relax and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418637944939110738" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLegHKMYVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QOnxFIsUkOk/s400/100_2270.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;I do realize the date says 2007, however the outside still looks pretty much the same and I haven't taken a picture as of yet this year, so, I'm using what I've got. The first thing you'll see when you walk in the front door is a nativity scene. I love them and have them placed all over. Jesus is the center of our home and this puts the focus where it needs to be right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638332512755826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLe2q-84HI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UmekciONMnE/s400/img_0474.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638425707697378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLe8GKW1OI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ALrhpo5StPM/s400/img_0477.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first nativity scene I purchased the year Rex and I were married. I bought it from a Christ*mas Around The Wor*ld home party, ever been to one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638255973961538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLeyN2rj0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/qInxS0Picno/s400/img_0472.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll go down the hall to your left you'll come to our family room. On the left side of the room is the staircase and in front of it is our Carolina*Christmas*Tree complete with blue and white lights. Over the years we have collected Tar*Heel ornaments and use this three foot tree to display them all on. The collection is still growing and I think it's about time to get a bigger tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418651408559260978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLqvzDYRTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/tQ8rKR2zgtg/s400/img_0469.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 301px;" /&gt;Now turn around to the right side of the room and you'll find our fireplace opposite the stairs. You can actually see it from the foyer where we started, just to give you a little perspective. It thrills me to see four stockings hanging there! This will be our second Christmas with our son! It still amazes me to know that he's home and will never again have to spend Christmas without a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638519263989602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfBir6j2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/d9qrlqqEqPw/s400/img_0479.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the foyer to the right is our fomal dinning room. You're just in time, the table is all set! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638596603614418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfGCzHlNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WopFZzj2aX4/s400/img_0480.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your traditional red and green Christmas girl. I love jewel tones! The pattern I use is called Holly*Joy and it sits atop a gold charger. The plate is actually a cream color but in this picture it appears more yellow than it really is. It's a discontinued pattern so if you know where I can get serving pieces please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638689416226754" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfLcjXp8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/gGiKssX3KVQ/s400/img_0482.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look behind you, it's our tree! You're now facing the front of the house. See the windows by the front door to the right? That's where you came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418639141000720514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLflu1gMII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4bM6sRLHk_E/s400/img_0502.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk from the dining room into the living room there's a little table on the right with another nativity scene. This one was made by our newlywed Sunday School class teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418639591092269154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLf_7jsMGI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Re4Ed5oL_Hw/s400/img_0504.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave one to each couple and we all thought it was some kind of puzzle. It looked very abstract at first until we saw it put together. Each time I put it out I think of how much it made us laugh. That was fifteen years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638853020325394" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfU-BoFhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/vXsUUwmz6i8/s400/img_0483.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite that table is our piano which holds yet another nativity scene. I told you I loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638925513967538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfZMFdR7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/vFGwjn3mKt4/s400/img_0485.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is especially dear because it came straight from the Holy*Land. We bought this in Bethlehem when we visited Israel. It's made of olive wood and I leave it here all year 'round. Who says you can only use nativity scenes at Christmas?! What a life changing trip that was! We stood in the very place the shepherds stood as they saw baby Jesus for the first time. I've touched the manger that held the Saviour with my own hands. We even sang O Little Town of Bethlehem as we huddled together in that cave that was once a stable. That was my favorite moment of the entire trip. Well, that and the promise we were given... but that's a story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLgD2IcLpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/engIwKiiWxQ/s1600-h/img_0527_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418639658355273362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLgD2IcLpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/engIwKiiWxQ/s400/img_0527_00.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is our tree proudly glowing with purple and white lights and holding so many years worth of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfhuxPDkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/TFGtFfi0P50/s1600-h/img_0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418639072263343682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfhuxPDkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/TFGtFfi0P50/s400/img_0493.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of which is this ornament to commemorate the first Christmas we got to spend with our sweet boy. From Guatemala with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfdgdcpyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5DKB75j327E/s1600-h/img_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638999702775586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLfdgdcpyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/5DKB75j327E/s400/img_0491.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we even have the kid's nativity scene under the tree to remind us all that Jesus is the best gift we can ever receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for stopping by! It was a pleasure having you in our home. We hope that you'll come back another time. Have a very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-8657053136028101205?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8657053136028101205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8657053136028101205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8657053136028101205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8657053136028101205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-home-tour-by-candlelight.html' title='Christmas Home Tour By Candlelight'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SzLegHKMYVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QOnxFIsUkOk/s72-c/100_2270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4104542127976358840</id><published>2009-12-16T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:24:05.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card Carousel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone, hope you enjoy our card!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Syj6uHSIEcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/olyw7r97nX8/s1600-h/Christmas+Card+2009+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415854222049022402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Syj6uHSIEcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/olyw7r97nX8/s400/Christmas+Card+2009+-+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard to see the writing so I'm adding it here so you can read what we've done this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have experienced a very challenging year that has allowed our faith and trust to be tested and affirmed.  Rex was one of the many who were laid off from Bank of America in February and after numerous interviews is still looking for his next position.  We are confident that he will not have to wait much longer.  In the meantime, we are being provided for day by day and were able to spend the entire summer together visiting family and going to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;  Madeline, our 8 year old third grader, debuted her singing talent with a solo in our children’s choir Christmas musical.  She is doing well in school and is looking forward to softball season in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;Kenan, our adorable and active 2 year old, celebrated his first Forever Family anniversary with us and has finally started talking.  He continues to bring so much joy to our lives and to all he meets.&lt;br /&gt;Traci remains active as a room mom and volunteer at church.  She had many singing engagements with her women’s ensemble, One Voice, and already has the calendar filling up for next year. &lt;br /&gt;Please keep us in your prayers as we enter a new year and&lt;br /&gt;visit our family blog for all the latest updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepresent-backesfamily@blogspot.com"&gt;www.thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love – Rex, Traci, Madeline and Kenan&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/6960617879539986453-4104542127976358840?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4104542127976358840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4104542127976358840&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4104542127976358840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4104542127976358840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-card-carousel_16.html' title='Christmas Card Carousel'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Syj6uHSIEcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/olyw7r97nX8/s72-c/Christmas+Card+2009+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1021826240431203451</id><published>2009-12-04T17:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:37:50.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1OTk1NDc2OTQ3MCZwdD*xMjU5OTY2MjY3NzUyJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTE*Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz**NzMwM2VlMGQ5ZTA*NmUxYmI3OTI2N2JmOTExMmU2MiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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Won't you join me and my friend &lt;a href="http://walkwithmebyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-card-carousel-mark-your.html"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt; for her Christmas Card Carousel. Come on , it'll be fun! Visit her blog on December 16th and share those cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410855560324639330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sxc4dtQY6mI/AAAAAAAAAbY/q9d1QxOkyMM/s400/christmas-card-button2-150%5B1%5D.png" /&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/6960617879539986453-920204301221174246?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/920204301221174246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=920204301221174246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/920204301221174246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/920204301221174246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-card-carousel.html' title='Christmas Card Carousel'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sxc4dtQY6mI/AAAAAAAAAbY/q9d1QxOkyMM/s72-c/christmas-card-button2-150%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3315556307875155572</id><published>2009-12-01T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:49:02.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shoe Is On The Other Foot</title><content type='html'>This is how I went to church Sunday. Oh, yes I did! Made me laugh so hard I cried! One is brown and one is black.  I had absolutely no clue until I had been there over an hour.  Who knew I'd be a trendsetter?!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410480185969805938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SxXjEC0FCnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qxYa-Z-FuM0/s320/img_0303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3315556307875155572?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3315556307875155572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3315556307875155572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3315556307875155572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3315556307875155572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/shoe-is-on-other-foot.html' title='The Shoe Is On The Other Foot'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SxXjEC0FCnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qxYa-Z-FuM0/s72-c/img_0303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7677472481115318934</id><published>2009-11-30T21:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:52:31.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Pilgrims, Church, Bible, Prayer, Trials, Friends, Adoption, Christmas</title><content type='html'>Weellll... I started out strong, posting every day, but we all know what happened. Since I made the commitment I plan to finish so here's the rest of the 30 things I'm Thankful For...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;PILGRIMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all know that story, right? What better time to mention them than Thanksgiving. But if it weren't for them, our country would not have been founded upon religious freedom. It's hard to imagine life without freedom of religion; to live in a place where it's illegal to gather together for worship. Which brings me to my next thankful thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;CHURCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.hgbcfamily.org/"&gt;my church&lt;/a&gt;! I love my pastor, the ministers, the programs. We have something for everyone, literally. No, it's not perfect, but neither is any church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;BIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is the Living, Breathing, Word of God. I didn't understand this as a child. How could a Bible be alive? Well, when I read a scripture and then reread it at another time it is applicable in different ways depending on my situation at that time. Love that! We're fortunate to have several copies, some homes in this world don't have any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Direct access to the most High God. We don't realize the untapped power that's right there waiting for us. It has proven to be a most amazing thing in our lives. We would not have our daughter or son if it weren't for prayer. There's not enough room to list all the things that prayer has done for us but we would not be who we are without it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;TRIALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Strange thing to be thankful for, right? The Bible tells us to consider it joy when we're faced with trials. Again, not something I've always understood. When I think back at all the stuff we've had to go through, and it seems like nothing ever came easy, it's then that I've grown the most in my walk. When you're forced to rely on the Almighty instead of yourself, giving up that control, you can more easily see His hand move and it changes you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am blessed to have a handful of close friends who support and encourage me. The things they have done to help while we were waiting for Kenan made it more bearable. We can laugh at just about anything, cry with and pray for one another, and grow together as sisters in Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ADOPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't say enough about this topic! It's a miracle. It's also very addictive. I get overwhelmed at times thinking about how much I can love someone who didn't physically come from me. It's one of the best things I've ever done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My favorite holiday. I enjoy the sights, sounds, smells. No other time of year can bring about certain feelings like Christmas does. If it weren't for Christmas there would be no Easter, no salvation. It all starts with Christmas, with a baby who was born to die so that you and I might live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What are you thankful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again I have not kept track of my giving like I was supposed to. I can list a couple things that I remember though. I've done some extra volunteering in helping to get ready for the upcoming Christmas programs. We gave our tithe to the Lord. (I say we because it's not myself who actually gets the check in the mail but we as a couple who are being obedient by giving a portion back.) What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for sticking with me during this month long experiment of Thanks and Giving. I hope it reminded you of some things we may take for granted. Every good and perfect gift comes from above, for which I truely am thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7677472481115318934?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7677472481115318934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7677472481115318934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7677472481115318934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7677472481115318934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_30.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Pilgrims, Church, Bible, Prayer, Trials, Friends, Adoption, Christmas'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6770589681925773886</id><published>2009-11-22T22:20:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:12:44.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Computers, Cameras, Modern Medicine, Food, Clothes, Consignment Sales, Pets, and Peace-n-Quiet</title><content type='html'>Days 15 through 22... Got lots to catch up on so this is gonna be short and sweet. I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Computers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Almost a must have these days for communication and information and to help with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cameras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't know where I'd be without mine. I love documenting our family's life story. Some day they'll thank me although right now all I hear are groans when I whip it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Modern Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This one's pretty self explanatory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love food. These extra 30 pounds are testament to that. Wasn't sure what we were going to do about Thanksgiving dinner this year-perhaps peanut butter and jelly sandwiches-until we received gift cards in the mail that allowed us to purchase a turkey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They may not be the style or size I want, but at least I'm covered and warm. Some people aren't even that lucky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Consignment Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You can find some of the cutest kids stuff there and at great prices.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You might call me crazy cat lady. I've had 15 cats in my life but they're my favorite. I did have a totally cute dog once. Her name was Taffy and she was the dumbest cocker spaniel you'll every meet. I like having an unconditional friend around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Peace and Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After a day of living out loud I'm glad to give my ears and mind a break and enjoy the silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What are you thankful for today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To be completely honest, I can't remember everything I've done over the last week to give. I have spent a lot of time volunteering, singing, cleaning, baking, hosting, entertaining, etc. I've been giving my time and talent. What have you done to give today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6770589681925773886?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6770589681925773886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6770589681925773886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6770589681925773886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6770589681925773886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for-computers-cameras.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Computers, Cameras, Modern Medicine, Food, Clothes, Consignment Sales, Pets, and Peace-n-Quiet'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7800295212701379169</id><published>2009-11-14T21:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:56:20.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Home</title><content type='html'>It's day fourteen and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In our current financial situation it's truly a miracle we've been able to make our house payments and remain in our home. I don't think I've shared this before so now is as good a time as any. You may remember that I've talked about the fact that our wait for Kenan kept getting pushed back for months. We were originally told that we would be traveling to get him in Aug./Sept. 2007. Then it was Nov./Dec. 2007. We were praying for no later than December so that we could claim him on that year's taxes. Next came Jan./Feb. 2008. We did end up going late February which meant having to wait another year for the tax benefit. Our return wouldn't get to us until this year, 2009. What we didn't know at the time was that a year after getting our precious Guatemalan boy, Rex would be laid off from his job. The refund we had wanted a year ago came at just the right time and it's what has kept us in our home these last ten months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We don't always get to see reasons why things happen the way they do. We still don't know why God chose to wait three years to give us our first pregnancy, or why He chose to take that baby away. We trust that His ways are higher than our ways and that His timing is perfect. But sometimes He lets us know exactly why He does what He does and the timing in which it happens. So, today I'm thankful for the tornado aftermath environment I live in most of the time, my home. It's a four walls and a roof miracle. What are you thankful for today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While the boys were away at a football game today, Madeline and I spent the day doing what she wanted to do. We went to the bassproshop's santa wonderland were she played the free games, we went to chucke.cheese for lunch and tonight we went to toysRus to make a wish list. She loves going to these places and today was all about her. So, today I gave my day to my daughter to do the things that make her happy. What have you done to give today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7800295212701379169?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7800295212701379169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7800295212701379169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7800295212701379169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7800295212701379169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for-home.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Home'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6723508395873933021</id><published>2009-11-13T19:53:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:55:07.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Military and Vacation</title><content type='html'>Once again a day got away from me so I'm combining days twelve and thirteen, and I'm thankful for our...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Military&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning (yesterday morning) our school had a Veteran's Day Chapel. The entire elementary school came together to honor our military, past and present. Family members of students and members of our church, most all of them in uniform, stood across the front of the sanctuary as the song for their branch of service played; we even had someone from the Coast Guard. It was quite moving especially when a precious gentleman, wearing his uniform from World War II, saluted our flag as the band played the Star Spangled Banner. There was also a time when students brought forward envelopes full of letters and pictures to be delivered to soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan. Over 700 were collected! Think of the impact that can make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We too often forget, at least I'm guilty of forgetting, the sacrifice our military and their families make; even after my brother-in-law served I need to be reminded from time to time. Freedom is something we all expect but forget what it takes to keep it. So, today (yesterday) I'm thankful for the men and women who gave and risk their lives just so I can enjoy life as I know it, our military heroes. What are you thankful for today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because chapel is held first thing in the morning, I had to get up much earlier than normal. I am not, I repeat, I am not a morning person! But, if I wanted to be there I had to drag myself out of bed which is so hard for me to do. So, today (yesterday) I gave up my beauty sleep in order to attend an all-out American celebration. You may roll your eyes but for me it was a sacrifice. What have you done to give today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love to go away on an adventure to a place I've never been before. Even going somewhere over and over again, like the beach or mountains, that gets me away from the every day for a while is great too. I'm fortunate to have been able to go to lots of different places. Some of my favorites are Israel, Jamaica, Brazil, Guatemala, Las Vegas, Williamsburg, and Disney World. Granted, these weren't all vacations. Brazil was a mission trip and Guatemala was more of a pick up trip to end the long journey to our son. But they felt like vacations being that far from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vacationing is not something I like to do alone, though. As long as I have someone else with me that can help read maps and drive I'm much more comfortable. It's also more fun to make memories with a loved one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for vacations, small or large, far away or close by. What are you thankful for today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For giving today I was simply a mom. I cooked, I washed clothes, and I cuddled. So, today I did the job I wanted for so many years. What have you done to give today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6723508395873933021?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6723508395873933021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6723508395873933021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6723508395873933021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6723508395873933021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_13.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Military and Vacation'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5307228306501719863</id><published>2009-11-11T22:14:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:46:59.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Music and Coffee</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was super busy so I'm combining days ten and eleven, and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; loved music. For as long as I can remember it's always played an important role in my life. From what my mom tells me it goes back even further to when she would rock and sing to me all night long as a baby. I've always been part of children's choir, youth choir, school chorus, orchestras, even went to college to be a singer, and now am part of our adult choir at church and a women's ensemble. It's always been about music for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've gone through different phases with the types of music I enjoy. Just about everything has made it's way onto my radio over the years. Every once in a while some of those old favorites that bring back fond memories or mark special occasions find their way back. The one style that has never gone away however is Praise and Worship. I'm stuck on Contemporary Christian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today (yesterday) I'm thankful for music, the kind that brings me to the throne whenever I want - and sometimes when I don't - there's no better place to be. What are you thankful for today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday was the North Carolina Baptist State Convention and our church took over 150 choir and orchestra members to Greensboro to lead in worship. It took some planning ahead to make preparations for the kids after school since we wouldn't be home until after 11:00. So for giving today (yesterday), I gave up family time to give my musical best to the Lord. What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad calls what I like to drink froo-froo juice since I enjoy a little flavor, cream and sugar with my coffee. He on the other hand is strictly a plain, black coffee drinker, the stronger the better. It's not something I have to have all the time but if I go too long without it I start to crave it. I love the way it smells, I have my favorite brands, and I like it iced or hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for one of my favorite drinks, coffee. Especially on the days I need it. What are you thankful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight I gave my weekly volunteer time to help teach children's choir. We're getting ready for our Christmas musical and my angelic voiced daughter has her first solo! Yes, I'm a proud mama! What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5307228306501719863?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5307228306501719863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5307228306501719863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5307228306501719863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5307228306501719863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_11.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Music and Coffee'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5409576438728257110</id><published>2009-11-09T21:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:53:19.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Modern Appliances</title><content type='html'>What day is it? That's right, it's day nine and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Modern Appliances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever stopped to think what life would be like if we didn't have a washing machine, microwave or the other things in our homes that help us on a daily basis? I know it sounds silly to be thankful for this but seriously, these are things we all take for granted because we just expect them to be there. Just imagine for a second life without them. Talk about going back in time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for the helpers in our homes - appliances. What are you thankful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My daughter is in third grade and so far is having a great year even with increased homework and having to actually study for tests. Our nightly routine is to go over spelling words and check homework, etc. in preparation for the next day. So, today I gave her help with her homework and we reviewed for a test. What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5409576438728257110?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5409576438728257110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5409576438728257110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5409576438728257110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5409576438728257110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_09.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Modern Appliances'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7724135557864787832</id><published>2009-11-08T22:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:52:40.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Rest</title><content type='html'>It's day eight, a whole week has passed, and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been a super busy day. Up at 5:30 to get ready and be at church to rehearse by 7:15. Sing for the 8:00 service, open the 9:15 service then head to Sunday School and go back to close the service, sing for the 10:45 service and get home at 12:30. Eat some lunch, take a quick rest, leave at 2:30 for a 3:00 meeting. Rehearse with one group for a fund raiser at 3:30, rehearse with another group for a banquet at 4:00, then go to choir rehearsal at 4:30. Leave early to get a sound check at 5:30 for the 6:00 service. Finally get home at 7:45...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually missed my 3:30 rehearsal because the meeting I was in lasted longer than I thought it would. Arrived late for my 4:00 rehearsal and didn't get to choir practice until 5:00... what a day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for rest, I sure need it! What are you thankful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so busy today that I started to wonder if I had done anything to give. Then I realized I spent my entire day in the Lord's house and while I was there I was giving. So, today I gave my time to the Lord to help lead and prepare for worship. What have you done to give today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7724135557864787832?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7724135557864787832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7724135557864787832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7724135557864787832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7724135557864787832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_08.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Rest'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2191250889955911191</id><published>2009-11-07T23:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:52:03.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Transportation</title><content type='html'>Already day seven and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Transportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It may not be the biggest, fanciest, newest, or cleanest. It may just be barely big enough for all four of us and our luggage to fit into. It may not have the bells and whistles I'd like. But our car serves its purpose and we own it. That's right! Just made the last payment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for a way to get around, play taxi driver or chauffeur, in our mobile society. I'm talking about my car. What are you thankful for today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I gave prayers for a friend whose uncle is battling the final stages of lung cancer. What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2191250889955911191?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2191250889955911191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2191250889955911191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2191250889955911191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2191250889955911191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_07.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Transportation'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-949165093603187138</id><published>2009-11-06T21:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:51:23.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Provision</title><content type='html'>It is now day six and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Provision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many of you are aware that our family has been in the midst of a trial that has tested and retested our faith. My husband was laid off from his job in February of this year and is currently still looking for another position. It has been difficult even finding jobs to apply for in his field because the corporate world has so few available. I could go on and on about everything he's done for the last nine months on his part to resolve the issue but that's not the purpose of this post. I'm here to testify about God's part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To make a long story short, severance and savings are long gone. The day this happened we received a check in the mail from someone telling us that they were being obedient to the Holy Spirit's direction. We've also gotten gift cards and the like from others who have seen our need and have felt lead to help. By the way, this is NOT a plea for money! It is however my way of recognizing from where our help comes, the maker of Heaven and Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for Jehovah Jireh, the Lord who provides. It has been truly amazing to watch His hand work on our behalf. What are you thankful for today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This afternoon we saw a neighbor who we've quietly been disagreeing with for a number of years. I'm not sure we were recognized because we don't really have direct contact with them but we see one another in passing regularly. We were patronizing the same establishment and actually had for the first time a one on one meeting. It was polite enough while we were all together but when they left they forgot to take some of their belongings with them. I realized it just as they were backing out of the parking space and quickly got their attention to return the items. They were very appreciative and it made me feel good to know I had helped in some small way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I gave help to a stranger. What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-949165093603187138?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/949165093603187138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=949165093603187138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/949165093603187138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/949165093603187138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_06.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Provision'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2557450507621461027</id><published>2009-11-05T17:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:49:45.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... GEMs</title><content type='html'>Day five and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;GEMs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was the monthly meeting of my mom's group at church, God Embracing Mother's or GEMs. I look forward to going every month. There's always good food, great speakers, and cute crafts. It's nice to have a break from mommy duty and receive encouragement. I always leave there feeling renewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for GEMs and the women's ministry at church that organizes it. What are you thankful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For my daily giving... today I gave extra patience to my third grader who was just not getting her math homework even after multiple explanations. Outside I was the calm and sweet, inside my blood pressure was through the roof! What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2557450507621461027?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2557450507621461027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2557450507621461027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2557450507621461027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2557450507621461027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_05.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... GEMs'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-726535273587371518</id><published>2009-11-04T23:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:49:03.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Health</title><content type='html'>It's day four and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HEALTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure, I've had my share of medical things happen to me over the years but overall, praise the Lord, nothing is or has been life threatening. It's certainly not something I want to take for granted either because I know of several individuals who have battled some pretty serious stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, today I'm thanking God for my health and praying He'll keep me and my family this way so that we can carry out the plans He has for us. What are you thankful today? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the giving side of things - I gave volunteer time at church tonight to teach our children's choir. What have you done to give today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-726535273587371518?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/726535273587371518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=726535273587371518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/726535273587371518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/726535273587371518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_04.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Health'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6526482004089779463</id><published>2009-11-03T23:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:48:41.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Christian Education</title><content type='html'>Today is day three of thanks and giving and I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Christian Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning we had a parent conference with Madeline's teacher. In our elementary school, teachers meet with each child's parents at the end of the first grading period to give them a progress report and their report card. Let me tell you, we were beaming from ear to ear when we left from all the wonderful, positive things she had to say about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's doing well academically, socially and spiritually. That's why I love our school so much. We've chosen to send her to our church's private school because we believe so strongly in &lt;a href="http://www.kingdomeducation.org/templates/_kingdomeducation/default.asp?id=38723"&gt;Kingdom Education&lt;/a&gt;. What is it? Well, I'm glad you asked. Kingdom Education is combining the church, the school, and the home to teach a biblical worldview. The same truths and values are taught at home, at church and at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for Christian Education in the form of &lt;a href="http://www.hgbcs.com/"&gt;Hickory Grove Baptist Christian School&lt;/a&gt;. What are you thanful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For my giving today, I gave words of praise to my Madeline for having done so well in school. What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6526482004089779463?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6526482004089779463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6526482004089779463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6526482004089779463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6526482004089779463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_03.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Christian Education'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2328085609603691360</id><published>2009-11-02T16:04:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:48:14.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Family</title><content type='html'>It's day two and I'm so very thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My parents, husband, and kids are probably the only ones here on earth who completely accept me as I am, flaws and all. I come with a lot of baggage and I know that my Heavenly Father loves me just as I am and carries all that weight for me. Through His grace and mercy He's provided the family I need to love me in spite of it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today and tomorrow we don't have school so this morning we went and had our family Christmas portrait made. First in, first out, no lines or waiting, you get the picture. Ha, get it! Here's a little preview for ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399683161744855538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su-HOhN10fI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FAFbTDn2R4I/s320/Christmas+2009-1+dep_show_line_item%5B4%5D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is my precious family that I'm so thankful for. What are you thankful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we were finishing our photo session, the ladies helping us were having some difficulty ringing up our order. Things got put into the computer wrong and between the three of them they were trying to fix the problem. Instead of acting the way I felt, irritated, I waited patiently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So today I gave grace and understanding to retail employees by remaining calm. What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-2328085609603691360?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2328085609603691360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2328085609603691360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2328085609603691360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2328085609603691360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for_02.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Family'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su-HOhN10fI/AAAAAAAAAaY/FAFbTDn2R4I/s72-c/Christmas+2009-1+dep_show_line_item%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3092864355832340754</id><published>2009-11-01T20:33:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:23:15.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had fun with our...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321291257190786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su4-G4mWmYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/R11VjuQ1DAU/s320/img_0153.jpg" /&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;Super Girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399313906587562386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su43ZCj6cZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1L7nAWWNrWA/s320/img_0156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and Little Monkey...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399315415805469298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su44w41gInI/AAAAAAAAAZI/hjqxE2e6_A8/s320/img_0155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;on Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399316337841966866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su45mjsIjxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/I6W366_w7Wc/s320/img_0157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to the Fall Festival at church and as soon as we got there it started to rain. First time in seventeen years it's rained, I figure we were due. Maybe it won't rain on Halloween for another seventeen... After two games the bottom fell out and we huddled under two tiny umbrellas and a tree. Didn't know I'd wear a wet rat costume this year! Once it lightened up we made our way around in the mist and let the kids see their friends, play more games and get lots of candy. The rain finally let up about an hour later and we were able to enjoy the rest of the night without the aid of umbrellas. After another hour it was time to go home but not without first getting a funnel cake! As we made our way down our street, we stopped at the few houses left with porch lights on to get in some trick or treating. This will definitely be a Halloween to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399317566318992834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su46uEH4XcI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_NMVsi0uuVI/s320/img_0177.jpg" /&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/6960617879539986453-3092864355832340754?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3092864355832340754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3092864355832340754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3092864355832340754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3092864355832340754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su4-G4mWmYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/R11VjuQ1DAU/s72-c/img_0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5798374785368392538</id><published>2009-11-01T18:52:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:47:46.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thankful For... Fall</title><content type='html'>Today starts day one of the experiment. As I was thinking about what to post, so many things came to mind and it became harder and harder to narrow it down to just one. Hopefully this means I won't have any trouble coming up with 30 things for the month. But in sticking to the rules, I've decided to go with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just love this time of year! The weather starts to cool off, which for me is such a blessing because I'm not a fan of hot temperatures. Unless of course it comes with a tropical beach, wait staff and maybe a cruise ship! I so enjoy a little nip in the air, wouldn't you know I'd marry a total opposite on this issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also love the explosion of color! We like to take an annual trip to the mountains to pick apples and I get so excited to see the gorgeous leaves around every corner. We also have the tradition of going to a pumpkin patch which surrounds me with one of my favorite colors, burnt orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399306045846631810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su4wPfBOtYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aa8jSGrZC8w/s320/img_0029_00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399306602843875426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su4wv5_uKGI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wCZuyHEfTh8/s320/img_0070.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Fall is also the kickoff for the holidays and I love the sights, smells, and excitement they bring. I seem to get more done this time of year too. Hmmm, could be because it's not so hot any more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, today I'm thankful for my favorite season, fall. What are you thankful for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The second part of the experiment is to give and today I gave of my time to my daughter by watching a movie with her after church instead of taking a nap. This may not seem like a big deal but if you knew how much I like my Sunday afternoon naps you'd understand. We sat in front of the fire and sipped hot chocolate while we laughed at Elf. I admit I dozed off towards the end being so warm and cozy but it meant a lot to her to have me all to herself for a little while. What have you done to give today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5798374785368392538?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5798374785368392538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5798374785368392538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5798374785368392538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5798374785368392538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful For... Fall'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Su4wPfBOtYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aa8jSGrZC8w/s72-c/img_0029_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7541165776604620782</id><published>2009-10-30T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:43:03.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness and Giving</title><content type='html'>I have decided to participate in my friend's experiment of Thanks and Giving. Each day in November you tell what you're thankful for and give of yourself in some way. Honestly, I take so much for granted without even realizing it and this is a way to focus on the blessings of every day. When I take my eyes off of me and my situations, and there are many, I can see the hand of Jehovah Jireh who provides for all my needs. Won't you join me? What are you th&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;ankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398603691168236690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SuuxdD8yBJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/5l96qef9M0Y/s400/30+days_thumb%5B6%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Visit her blog for more details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7541165776604620782?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7541165776604620782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7541165776604620782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7541165776604620782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7541165776604620782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankfulness-and-giving.html' title='Thankfulness and Giving'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SuuxdD8yBJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/5l96qef9M0Y/s72-c/30+days_thumb%5B6%5D%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7187243483242580257</id><published>2009-10-27T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:37:45.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED:  Guatemalan Adoption Community in Charlotte and surrounding areas</title><content type='html'>This may be a long shot, but I'd like to meet other Christian families who have adopted children from Guatemala. I've seen the friendships and support that other adoptive communities have and would like for my son and I to establish relationships with other forever families who have children his age and nationality and who love the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... if you know of anyone, preferably in Charlotte or surrounding areas, who has a blog and fits that description, send me a link.  If they're further away, that's ok too, we can always communicate via the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7187243483242580257?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7187243483242580257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7187243483242580257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7187243483242580257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7187243483242580257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/wanted-guatemalan-adoption-community-in.html' title='WANTED:  Guatemalan Adoption Community in Charlotte and surrounding areas'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1451419774064288701</id><published>2009-10-03T16:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:29:50.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Voice Now Has A Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hello friends!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to introduce our new blog, &lt;a href="http://onevoicegirls.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Voice&lt;/a&gt;.  It's just getting started but we'll have plenty of information soon on how you can have us sing for your next event.  We would love to bring a refreshing call to worship for you "so that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ." Rom 15:6&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-1451419774064288701?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1451419774064288701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1451419774064288701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1451419774064288701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1451419774064288701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-voice-now-has-blog.html' title='One Voice Now Has A Blog!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1273028447576708607</id><published>2009-09-30T11:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:49:34.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SsN9xyph8gI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_O_mEDYLWwE/s1600-h/img_1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387287873628271106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SsN9xyph8gI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_O_mEDYLWwE/s400/img_1992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I had to clean my nose."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just had to laugh!&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/6960617879539986453-1273028447576708607?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1273028447576708607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1273028447576708607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1273028447576708607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1273028447576708607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/caught.html' title='Caught!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SsN9xyph8gI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_O_mEDYLWwE/s72-c/img_1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4772969208689418723</id><published>2009-09-07T11:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:22:21.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SOOOOO EXCITED!!!</title><content type='html'>Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mychinajourney.com/OurJourneytoSarahBeth.com/view-travel.asp?TravelDayID=6"&gt;Click here to find out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4772969208689418723?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4772969208689418723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4772969208689418723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4772969208689418723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4772969208689418723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sooooo-excited.html' title='I&apos;M SOOOOO EXCITED!!!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-6494207854096083250</id><published>2009-08-04T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:15:33.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ULW</title><content type='html'>The following is from a two part message that my pastor put on Facebook.  (I cut and pasted the parts I wanted to share.)  The fact that most of my adult life seems to be as a student at the University of Learning to Wait makes it timely and applicable.  I hope you can glean from it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"But these things I plan won't happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, do not despair, for these things will surely come to pass. Just be patient! They will not be overdue a single day!" (Habakkuk 2:3 LB)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"In order to build your faith, God will give you a dream, then He'll urge you to make a decision, but then He'll allow a delay, because in the delay He matures you and prepares you for what is to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The truth is you'll have difficulties while God delays. This isn't because He doesn't care about you or that He's forgotten your circumstances; rather, it's one of the ways He pushes you toward the deep end of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As God delays, you'll face two types of difficulties: circumstances and critics. This is a natural part of life. God designed it this way because He knows we grow stronger when facing adversity and opposition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;God does this because He is building our faith and character. When we finally come to a place where the difficulties become so bad, where we've never reached our limit, where we've tried everything and exhausted all our options, it is then that God begins a mighty work through us: "I know, even though you are temporarily harassed by all kinds of trials and temptations. This is no accident—it happens to prove your faith, which is infinitely more valuable than gold" (1 Peter 1:6-7 PH)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-6494207854096083250?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6494207854096083250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=6494207854096083250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6494207854096083250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/6494207854096083250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/ulw.html' title='ULW'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-8229475701901421059</id><published>2009-07-24T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:17:54.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Update</title><content type='html'>Lets back up a few weeks first... Rex has been interviewing with a company who seems very interested in him.  He went for third round interviews not too long ago that resulted in him being mentally drained.  Making a good impression with seven different people for seven plus hours has a tendency to do that!  They told him to expect a phone call on Monday of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, the call came only to inform him that one of the people who is a deciding vote was out of town so they wouldn't know anything for sure until Friday - today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets another phone call this morning and he finds out that they want him to come in Monday morning for more interviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one big game of cat and mouse!  He's so ready to have this over with.  If you think of him lift him up in your prayers so that he can press on until this whole issue has been resolved.  Hopefully I'll have some good news to report in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-8229475701901421059?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8229475701901421059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=8229475701901421059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8229475701901421059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/8229475701901421059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/job-update.html' title='Job Update'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-758013548154756585</id><published>2009-07-03T21:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:52:07.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Out of town again but wanted to say hi to everyone.  Can't wait to share where we've been and what we've been doing but I want to wait until I can add pictures - it'll make it so much better - have to wait until we get back home to do that though.  So I leave you in suspense...&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy 4th!  Enjoy the fireworks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-758013548154756585?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/758013548154756585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=758013548154756585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/758013548154756585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/758013548154756585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7967777863325804261</id><published>2009-06-24T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:47:37.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer... 'tis the season</title><content type='html'>I am so far behind and need to catch up with all my bloggy friends.  Just wanted the faithful three of you to know that I'm still here.  I thought summer break was supposed to slow things down a bit not make me more busy!  Between VBS, vacationing, and fighting for computer time with an 8 year old who loves to play games or an out of work husband that's surfing for a job, it makes it hard to find spare time to post.  When I do get a free minute I'm usually too tired to want to write about anything.  It may take me a while but I plan to read up and see what's been going on with you.  I have been thinking about you and praying for you though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7967777863325804261?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7967777863325804261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7967777863325804261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7967777863325804261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7967777863325804261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-tis-season.html' title='Summer... &apos;tis the season'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1405642651366176497</id><published>2009-06-01T16:32:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:15:29.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tire Swing Park</title><content type='html'>&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;Last week at the first break in the rain when the sun finally appeared, we headed to a nearby park to get rid of our cabin fever. It was perfect weather and we enjoyed a picnic lunch with a side of swingin', climbin', spinnin', and runnin' fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342465183570458738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiQ_x2Ob-HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0l63aY7jnFA/s320/img_1011.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you know how hard it is to capture a moving target?  This is the best I could do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342465335991156818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiQ_6uCXQFI/AAAAAAAAAXE/B2lrwtqb5Go/s320/img_1027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342465787124520722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiRAU-o8FxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LboPDGFFqpY/s320/img_1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  MAMA!  He does this a lot lately... melts my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342465654047291090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiRANO42ttI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pFOpyXfi828/s320/img_1041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342465498201299698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiRAEKURmvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/eYRZ5i11Sg4/s320/img_1032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We started going here when MJ was 2 or 3 years old.  This and another one near our house are the ones we frequent the most.  It does have an official name but it has affectionately been referred to as the tire swing park ever since she named it that to tell the two apart.  The other one we call the green park because, well, all the equipment is green.  Look how she's grown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiQ_Z87dxAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZtlFpAn3AWE/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp7%253Evq%253D3235%253E586%253E45%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3232393392%253A7%253Bvq0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342464773053072386" style="WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiQ_Z87dxAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZtlFpAn3AWE/s400/232323232%257Ffp7%253Evq%253D3235%253E586%253E45%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3232393392%253A7%253Bvq0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiQ_gUZw_6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/tEGYmv9Pz4k/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp432%253C3%253Evq%253D3235%253E586%253E45%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3236529872325vq0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342464882433392546" style="WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiQ_gUZw_6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/tEGYmv9Pz4k/s400/232323232%257Ffp432%253C3%253Evq%253D3235%253E586%253E45%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3236529872325vq0mrj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope you're having a great summer!                      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-1405642651366176497?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1405642651366176497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1405642651366176497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1405642651366176497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1405642651366176497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/tire-swing-park.html' title='Tire Swing Park'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SiQ_x2Ob-HI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0l63aY7jnFA/s72-c/img_1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5288146100236725077</id><published>2009-05-27T15:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:24:50.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memorial Day was pretty low key. Due to the rain, plans were postponed but we still managed to make it to the farmer's market between showers. Each Monday they offer free train rides and only ask for a donation to help with upkeep.  K-man loved it which is no surprise since he's into everything choo-choo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340582925720195554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sh2P4BURkeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LjaidseV3ts/s320/img_1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583397986812098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sh2QTgpaQMI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mzQwXt8pc3g/s320/img_1006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340584007493738738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sh2Q2_PL4PI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8yODn9t4jt8/s320/img_1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583693242373250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sh2Qksj0lII/AAAAAAAAAVk/zH4IrcfMG-s/s320/img_1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it cute?!  I think they call it a steamer.  It goes around the market twice, not bad for free!  We also bought 2 quarts of strawberries which were gone in a matter of hours - yum!  Overall it was a relaxing and enjoyable day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5288146100236725077?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5288146100236725077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5288146100236725077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5288146100236725077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5288146100236725077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/train-ride.html' title='Train Ride'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sh2P4BURkeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/LjaidseV3ts/s72-c/img_1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1022455025696106475</id><published>2009-05-18T16:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:47:09.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my birthday and I've been celebrating all weekend!  Saturday was Girl's Day Out.  After a bridal shower for a sweet, sweet friend who's getting married in just two weeks we went to get our nails done.  Look how cute my toes are!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337262457325427298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/ShHD7UnpGmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/70NNNbBgwSA/s320/img_0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you love my flip flop tan line?  I love the flowers - thought I'd treat myself.  To my surprise when I went to pay they told me it had been taken care of.  Thanks girl's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was an early day since my vocal team was singing.  After church we had planned to go to my fav Mexican place.  My thoughtful husband who knows how much I love surprises had gotten some of our closest friends and their families to meet us there.  It was so much fun, sombrero and all!  He's the greatest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337262321797565746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/ShHDzbvSDTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rBsVQ5abOaw/s320/img_0926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was also my daughter's last day of school!  I know, all ready!  We spent the morning playing games and having their end of year party.  Tonight she has a softball tournament game and then her season will be over.  What are we going to do for the next 14 weeks?  Feel free to offer suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as you can see, we've been busy but having a great time!  Birthday's come but once a year so celebrate while you can!&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/6960617879539986453-1022455025696106475?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1022455025696106475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1022455025696106475&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1022455025696106475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1022455025696106475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/ShHD7UnpGmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/70NNNbBgwSA/s72-c/img_0984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7125736657412408506</id><published>2009-05-15T21:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:53:43.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 3 More Days</title><content type='html'>Until my birthday that is!  I knew you were wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7125736657412408506?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7125736657412408506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7125736657412408506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7125736657412408506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7125736657412408506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-3-more-days.html' title='Only 3 More Days'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3485055381948486162</id><published>2009-05-15T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:33:17.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Bow Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Go on over to &lt;a href="http://sarabethbows.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara Beth Bows&lt;/a&gt; and check out some of the most adorable hairbows I think I've ever seen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336225522505716802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sg4U1xZTlEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yj2_57KCrEY/s400/bows.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://threadsoffaithfulness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeanette&lt;/a&gt; is doing another fabulous giveaway to help promote her business that raises money to bring home their daughter from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336222722838764178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sg4SSz0sGpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UeJP_ZW56nk/s400/bow+giveaway.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are three different summer packages you could win so be sure to enter!  When you do, please let her know I referred you and be sure to put my first name and last initial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336225759801252802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sg4VDlY-G8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YWB25BITtzA/s400/bows2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE the fishy and firecrackers!  Some little girl is going to be very happy and look adorably cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3485055381948486162?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3485055381948486162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3485055381948486162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3485055381948486162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3485055381948486162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-bow-giveaway.html' title='May Bow Giveaway!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sg4U1xZTlEI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yj2_57KCrEY/s72-c/bows.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7595053244854035668</id><published>2009-05-14T22:10:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:32:58.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335868907678302658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzQgDo3gcI/AAAAAAAAATA/FAL_m3Rc8fE/s320/img_0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335869660489319394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzRL4FAA-I/AAAAAAAAATY/TmpjtxI_-Jw/s320/img_0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335869502065561874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzRCp51URI/AAAAAAAAATQ/r-tjdVhAQmM/s320/img_0861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870056723515986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzRi8KmClI/AAAAAAAAATg/LSDwsdg1A3I/s320/img_0860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335868767832873314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzQX6rHmWI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Lt9Ygo2shAQ/s320/img_0892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335869108330677618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzQrvIHxXI/AAAAAAAAATI/0CKyazaYfSM/s320/img_0870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335870227237177442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzRs3YOCGI/AAAAAAAAATo/hL3_kzhbHzk/s320/img_0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our visit to Daniel*Stowe for Mother's Day.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335868506828793810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzQIuW5Z9I/AAAAAAAAASw/vGNS_ceAoGU/s320/img_0849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my pretty mama.  There's no denying we're related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7595053244854035668?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7595053244854035668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7595053244854035668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7595053244854035668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7595053244854035668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-tour.html' title='Garden Tour'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SgzQgDo3gcI/AAAAAAAAATA/FAL_m3Rc8fE/s72-c/img_0886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5990308084544910606</id><published>2009-05-10T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:10:28.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is Mother's Day and my family and I have had a very memorable and enjoyable day.  We went to church this morning and my ladies ensemble sang and so did the children's choir.  Then we changed clothes and grabbed a quick bite to eat on our way to a nearby botanical garden.  This was part of my mom's gift since she was in town for the weekend and had been wanting to go there for years.  The weather was perfect, actually a little warm in spite of a rain forecast, and the flowers were beautiful.  After we came home we exchanged presents and then went out to dinner.  A fun filled day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in the midst of the memory making my mind couldn't help but wander to the many friends I have who weren't able to celebrate today the way their hearts would have liked to.  I kept thinking of these mommies in waiting who are facing one of the biggest emotional challenges they'll ever experience.  Those who are having trouble conceiving for whatever reason... Those whose bodies aren't cooperating in carrying a child and won't be able to hold the baby that was once there... Those who are waiting for governments to process paperwork so that they can add to their family.  It's heart breaking for me because I've lived through each one of those circumstances and feel their pain as fresh as if it were happening to me all over again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me share a very special picture with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334366368711550946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sgd58xzXp-I/AAAAAAAAASk/YIuYvUlquHE/s320/UltraSound+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the only picture we have of our unborn child whom we believe to have been a boy.  In the sermon this morning our pastor reminded everyone to 'call your mama and tell her you love her' and if she was no longer here to ask God to tell her for you.  So I asked the Lord to tell my grandma I love her and to give our little boy a hug from his mama and tell him I love him very much.  Until I can do it in person one day, I wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for all my mommies in waiting friends, I've remembered each of you today and I pray you've felt peace beyond understanding.  Today can be extremely difficult to get through but let me encourage you by saying you have not been forgotten, by me or by your Abba Father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5990308084544910606?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5990308084544910606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5990308084544910606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5990308084544910606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5990308084544910606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-waiting.html' title='In the Waiting'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sgd58xzXp-I/AAAAAAAAASk/YIuYvUlquHE/s72-c/UltraSound+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3955854203613144773</id><published>2009-05-05T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:53:45.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>Rex and I enjoyed lunch at our favorite mexican place today taking full advantage of kid free dining time together.  These moments come few and far between so it was nice not to have to worry about spills and disruptive noise for other diners.  It's amazing how much faster we were able to get done too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5th of May! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Only 13 more days until my birthday in case you're keeping track!  hee!hee!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3955854203613144773?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3955854203613144773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3955854203613144773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3955854203613144773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3955854203613144773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-7284219965746336834</id><published>2009-04-30T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:36:49.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenan Sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This should make you smile.  Make sure your sound is turned up so you can hear him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                         &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96e5442ae5afa74e" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96e5442ae5afa74e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555427%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41E9C68A1C10F1EA29EF68546E2C378F357D7E09.472EFBB0960B6F58333E61F06732960719C94DAE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96e5442ae5afa74e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJgv2Pl3P-KbThUZ1Y3yNf7xZWtA&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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96e5442ae5afa74e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555427%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41E9C68A1C10F1EA29EF68546E2C378F357D7E09.472EFBB0960B6F58333E61F06732960719C94DAE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96e5442ae5afa74e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJgv2Pl3P-KbThUZ1Y3yNf7xZWtA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the weeks leading up to our women's conference I played this song so often in the car that he started saying this in time to the music.  He's got the groove goin' on doesn't he?  He reminds me of a bobble head doll.  It cracks me up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know...do we have a funniest home video's submission?  Maybe not funniest but certainly cutest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-7284219965746336834?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=96e5442ae5afa74e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7284219965746336834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=7284219965746336834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7284219965746336834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/7284219965746336834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/kenan-sings.html' title='Kenan Sings'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-541105860133608186</id><published>2009-04-29T22:11:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:07:08.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Years And Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks 14 years that my sweetheart and I have been married.  He's my best friend and the only one who puts up with my many faults on a daily basis.  After everything we went through in the four years leading up to our wedding day, I knew that if we had made it past that we'd stick by each other for a lifetime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember it like it was yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom woke me up the morning of April 29, 1995 with breakfast in bed and the gift of my grandmother's diamond earrings.  It had been a late night - after getting home from the rehearsal dinner and being too excited to sleep - I was pretty tired.  We both got ready and headed over to my maid of honor's house where she and my matron of honor (yes I had both) were throwing me a shower with all the other bridesmaids, their moms, the grandmas and extended female family.  We had a great time laughing and opening gifts but I was too nervous to eat much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At lunch time Rex was over at his best man's house with the other groomsmen, dads, grandpas and extended male family.  He was being given a tool party and cookout.  Mine was a brunch 'cause it takes us girl's longer to get ready.  Afterwards we all headed over to the salon to have our hair done.  Just the girls by the way in case you were wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had arranged for the photographer to do all separate wedding party pictures before the ceremony so it wouldn't take us so long to get to the reception and so that we wouldn't see each other beforehand.  This worked out great but it meant getting to the church a few hours earlier.  Because I hadn't eaten much that morning I was getting pretty hungry, the wedding wasn't until 5:00, so I have video of me standing there in my wedding dress eating a hamburger and big cookie.  What a sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330303072393832914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfkKZzc1KdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CbWYz0ISd3Y/s320/img_0642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330302935257360834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfkKR0k8qcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZB2G2c0e-qU/s320/img_0641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful wedding.  The sanctuary was filled with candlelight and flowers.  I selected lots of music and solos - you know my love for music!  I'm a big fan of The Sound of Music so I chose to use the Wedding March that Maria walks down the aisle to.  Gorgeous, rich organ music filled the sanctuary.  Just thinking about it gives me chills.  I even recorded a song that played while we lit the unity candle.  I knew I wouldn't be able to sing it live so I borrowed the idea from my friend/matron of honor.  It was such a great day we decided to do it all again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, we had a vow renewal ceremony for our 10th anniversary.  Same church (were I grew up), same flowers (they were silk), and same people - only there were fewer this time, just the original wedding party and our families.  It was much less expensive too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330303383888564434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfkKr729kNI/AAAAAAAAASM/6WYh1hjNfeQ/s320/wedding2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost unbelievable the many things we've experienced as a married couple.  Life, death, schedules, car accidents, travel, jobs, moving, school, surgeries... the good, the bad and the ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks babe for choosing me to go through life with.  I pray that the Lord will continue to bless us and grow us closer to one another.  I love you.  Happy 14th Anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330302790223699138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfkKJYSOnMI/AAAAAAAAARs/h9lpysMuZvE/s320/img_0640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what?  I'd still do it all again.&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/6960617879539986453-541105860133608186?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/541105860133608186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=541105860133608186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/541105860133608186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/541105860133608186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/14-years-and-counting.html' title='14 Years And Counting'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfkKZzc1KdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CbWYz0ISd3Y/s72-c/img_0642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-5926983272113731207</id><published>2009-04-28T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:33:05.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Job Update</title><content type='html'>Rex is finishing up contract work with the mortgage company this week.  Severance ends and we thought insurance did too.  Praise the Lord we have coverage for nine more months at 35% of what we were paying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another contract job for May with a different company but we're not exactly sure when it'll start.  Nothing permanent yet but we are being provided for month by month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying that something somewhere will open up for him and give thanks for His provision thus far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-5926983272113731207?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5926983272113731207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=5926983272113731207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5926983272113731207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/5926983272113731207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-job-update.html' title='Another Job Update'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-2465133091528152331</id><published>2009-04-28T12:10:00.042-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:16:54.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break, Easter and Everything In Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodness Gracious! Has it really been three weeks since we talked? WOW!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad you're here 'cause we've got some catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rewind to three weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break was here and it was so nice to get away for a little while and have a change of scenery. After M's game we drove separately to my mom's. R and K in his car, Me and M in mine. Rex had to come home Sunday afternoon so he could go to work Monday morning, not to mention a short side trip Monday night to Chapel Hill. He and a friend went up there to watch the NCAA Championship game in the Dean Dome and to celebrate the Tarheel victory! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right baby, #1!  WooHoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329851184598985794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdvaeO3rEI/AAAAAAAAARk/Wr-BezvQmLw/s200/img_0501.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids and I stayed for three more days before coming home on Wednesday of that week. We made our usual stops - Piggy*s for ice cream and H*t D*g W*rld for, well, hot dogs. We had left comfortable, sunny, 70+ weather to look out the window while eating our hot dogs at snow flurries. I guess that's what you get when you visit the mountains. If you're ever in Hendersonville I highly recommend paying a visit to those establishments...YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;Easter. What an incredible time of worship we had that morning! Words fail to express so I won't even try, wish you could've been there though. We also did the traditional stuff...dye eggs, new outfits, egg hunts. It was a beautiful day for Resurrection Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329834182840582914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sfdf81vygwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_NI_OqRjg5U/s320/img_0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is what happens when daddy hides the eggs... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                          &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sfdl5CBCIDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ztDQm-PnC0M/s1600-h/img_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329840714484424754" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sfdl5CBCIDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ztDQm-PnC0M/s200/img_0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdmOyZh4VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/FvlLl7VMpzs/s1600-h/img_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sfdm4XjjTwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LVdJ5S4HWns/s1600-h/img_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329841802598108930" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sfdm4XjjTwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LVdJ5S4HWns/s200/img_0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And now one week ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The women's conference was absolutely awesome. I had such a good time with my mom and my singin' girlfriends, One Voice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun!&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdpZ6fUElI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CYvNWyWuCKw/s1600-h/img_0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844577934512722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdpZ6fUElI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CYvNWyWuCKw/s200/img_0596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdpiuBYywI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GuMx0atJlAM/s1600-h/img_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329844729206590210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdpiuBYywI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GuMx0atJlAM/s200/img_0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Thursday of last week, Madeline's school had a Boosterthon Fun Run. Students asked for pledges per lap or a flat donation. She completed 34 of 35 laps and had a great time doing it. Towards the end though she was pretty tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                            &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdrzQU5XHI/AAAAAAAAARE/KHTRWDICJhQ/s1600-h/img_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329847212316384370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdrzQU5XHI/AAAAAAAAARE/KHTRWDICJhQ/s200/img_0609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sfdr8wW23WI/AAAAAAAAARM/FboqeymvKoI/s1600-h/img_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329847375533366626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sfdr8wW23WI/AAAAAAAAARM/FboqeymvKoI/s200/img_0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time the kids passed the finish line they received a mark so they'd know how many laps they had completed. To make it even more fun, laps were themed. For example: be an airplane, ride a horse, link arms with a buddy and walk. The coordinators did a fantastic job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                          &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdsHiU3k4I/AAAAAAAAARU/FKvhFNGob9U/s1600-h/img_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329847560745489282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdsHiU3k4I/AAAAAAAAARU/FKvhFNGob9U/s200/img_0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdsOkspxOI/AAAAAAAAARc/ppFaX4BrLKk/s1600-h/img_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329847681641202914" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdsOkspxOI/AAAAAAAAARc/ppFaX4BrLKk/s200/img_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK! I think you're up to speed now. There are some fun things coming up that I look forward to sharing so don't forget to check back. Thanks for stopping by! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note:  the preview looked a lot cuter and was spaced nicely - not sure what happened?!&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/6960617879539986453-2465133091528152331?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2465133091528152331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=2465133091528152331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2465133091528152331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/2465133091528152331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-easter-and-everything-in.html' title='Spring Break, Easter and Everything In Between'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SfdvaeO3rEI/AAAAAAAAARk/Wr-BezvQmLw/s72-c/img_0501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3972904408184867000</id><published>2009-03-30T12:42:00.032-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:14:25.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...In Random + Job Update</title><content type='html'>Things are just...normal. Busy, but normal. Busy in that we've had something nearly every night for the past two weeks - ball practice, church, school and volunteer activities. Normal in that none of those things make for interesting or exciting reading. Sorry if your bored all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline, or at this time of year aka Slugger, has really been enjoying softball. She has her first game tonight and is so excited. She's also been busy working on a dinosaur research project that was due today along with class pictures this morning and last week her elementary school put on their Spring Musical. It blesses my heart to see young children praising the Lord. The Children's Choir at church is currently working on their spring musical, I Know It, and she's part of a dance team and Mama gets to sing harmony in a back up ensemble. Can't seem to make it through one of those either without crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our choir presented a program last night, 3:16 The Numbers of Hope, so Rex and I have been busy with rehearsals for that. I'm also excited about the upcoming women's conference that our ladies ensemble is singing for. So many fun and uplifting songs we're working on. Hope you're coming, the speaker is going to be awesome! To find out more registration info click on the button in the top left corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rex has been working hard at finding a job. He's had to go out of town a few times recently for interviews that appear to be promising... The good news is, the current contract job he has wants him to stay on for another month to continue working on the project. Yea! We can eat for another month (although, it looks like I need to take it easy since shopping for an Easter dress has proven to be difficult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenan just goes along for the ride as we play chauffeur. He's doing fine. A normal two year old, tantrums and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, all that was supposed to go out yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems a stomach bug has found its way into our house, and as all loving families should do, we've shared it with each other. I'll spare you the details but lets just say, it hasn't been pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to get to Madeline's game before the sickness hit. She did a great job and can make that ball scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319430535759022866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SdJp44NISxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LUIyALrwe38/s320/img_0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week is spring break - and that's exactly what we'll be doing - taking a much needed and well deserved break!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're staying well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3972904408184867000?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3972904408184867000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3972904408184867000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3972904408184867000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3972904408184867000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifein-random-job-update.html' title='Life...In Random + Job Update'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SdJp44NISxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LUIyALrwe38/s72-c/img_0442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4964288947207101088</id><published>2009-03-24T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:12:25.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Laundry is Possessed</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I think my laundry pile has a disorder.  It mysteriously grows, multiplies, triplifies...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to diagnose it as having Amoeba Disease - the pile reproduces all on its own.  Hey, new things are discovered every day only mine is in garment form. &lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on the whole missing sock issue...I'm still searching for a grey one that disappeared over 4 months ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4964288947207101088?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4964288947207101088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4964288947207101088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4964288947207101088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4964288947207101088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-laundry-is-possessed.html' title='My Laundry is Possessed'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-3890597254578964892</id><published>2009-03-21T23:16:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:47:06.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Madness I Tell Ya!</title><content type='html'>March Madness is in full swing here in the Backes household.  That means, lots and lots of tv, checking the internet, phone calls from 'fans', and extra sounds not typically heard every day.  Sounds like hands slapping the carpet, mumbles, etc.  Some of those can be good, some can be bad. &lt;br /&gt;Things aren't nearly as interesting as they used to be.  I had gotten used to (well, sorta) the yelling, hand clapping, and pacing.  I'm not sure where this restraint of his has come from but at least it won't wake up the kids! &lt;br /&gt;It's the annual wave we ride every March.  As long as his team is on top and our arch rival (you know who I'm talking about) is losing, we're all happy - so go get'em TARHEELS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i love me some Carolina too!  :)  Happy Madness Everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-3890597254578964892?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3890597254578964892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=3890597254578964892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3890597254578964892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/3890597254578964892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-madness-i-tell-ya.html' title='It&apos;s Madness I Tell Ya!'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-4241883638330032746</id><published>2009-03-21T00:55:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:11:50.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence...I think not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't believe in chance, coincidence, whatever you want to call it. You heard me right. As a born again believer, I believe that our lives are in the control of the Almighty Creator who places us in situations or puts people in our paths at just the right time and place. Yes, we have free will to either ignore or follow the Spirit's leading, but too many things have happened in my life to just chalk up to "coincidence". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example: On Valentine's Day, I was at my daughter's school setting up for the 2nd grade party and needed to walk over to the other building to get more lemonade. In the hallway I passed by a person whose blog I had been reading then for several months but had never left a comment on even though I was thoroughly enjoying it. Even in my hurry I felt led to stop and introduce myself and let her know I was following (I had signed up to follow, just not commented up to this point). She wanted to know if I had a blog, to which I replied yes, but had just started. She began reading and we became fast bloggy friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On her 100th post, she listed the '100 things about me', and on one of them I nearly fell out of my chair! You see, over the past two years I had felt like God had given me an idea that kept coming back over and over again that I either ignored or forgot about. She had been given the same exact desire and I firmly believe the Lord had us cross paths that day for this specific reason. I quickly contacted her and she told me of another friend, who I happened to also know, who had the same idea too and this past week we finally all got together to begin talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315510055905010082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/ScR8O6o8IaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MeyiHJIjY1g/s320/1st+Adoption+Ministry+Meeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are, &lt;a href="http://threadsoffaithfulness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeanette&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jewelrybyamylynn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, and myself, meeting for the first time to discuss an adoption and orphans ministry at our church.  Say what you will, but this was just too perfect a situation to have just happened the way it did, this was God!  (It was St. Patrick's day by the way and we all had our green on!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another example:  At our little get together, Amy asked if we had seen the movie Firepr**f.  Nope not yet.  This was the second time in a week that I had been asked this question by two different people.  That afternoon, a third inquiry about this movie came my way.  Okay, God, you obviously want me to see this movie.  So tonight, our friends came over and we watched it while our kids played.  WOW!  Very good movie!  If you haven't seen it, go watch it...now!...go!  Thanks, J &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.valariekelswick.blogspot.com/"&gt;V&lt;/a&gt; for sharing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are more examples, too many to share, but do you see what I mean?  It's like pieces to a puzzle that all fit together to create something bigger than ourselves.  God is at work all around us, in all the little details of our lives (which I love because I'm a detail person).  I don't want to miss any opportunities He has for me, I want to see Him in everything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-4241883638330032746?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4241883638330032746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=4241883638330032746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4241883638330032746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/4241883638330032746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/coincidencei-think-not.html' title='Coincidence...I think not'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/ScR8O6o8IaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/MeyiHJIjY1g/s72-c/1st+Adoption+Ministry+Meeting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960617879539986453.post-1561389299835024386</id><published>2009-03-14T21:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:10:26.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy-Daughter Princess Ball</title><content type='html'>Tonight was our school's Daddy/Daughter Princess Ball and Rex and Madeline dressed in coordinating outfits.  They were so cute!  Rex even surprised her with a wrist corsage and we said it was like a preview to her prom - Daddy will be going to that dance too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SbxfptDRkeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-WRFxiAZxwY/s1600-h/img_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226830462947810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SbxfptDRkeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-WRFxiAZxwY/s200/img_0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SbxfxoSzbLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uJbqCYodnZM/s1600-h/img_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313226966624857266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SbxfxoSzbLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uJbqCYodnZM/s200/img_0403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sbxf32QMOZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sxd6GgjQvns/s1600-h/img_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313227073451211154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sbxf32QMOZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sxd6GgjQvns/s200/img_0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SbxgEh7WzJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Q9BerGCdheU/s1600-h/img_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313227291333414034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SbxgEh7WzJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Q9BerGCdheU/s200/img_0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sbxf-cdqrVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TNBPe5gqL9U/s1600-h/img_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313227186787495250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sbxf-cdqrVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TNBPe5gqL9U/s200/img_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When they got home they told me what a fun time they had.  Ahhh...makin' memories with Daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6960617879539986453-1561389299835024386?l=thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1561389299835024386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6960617879539986453&amp;postID=1561389299835024386&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1561389299835024386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6960617879539986453/posts/default/1561389299835024386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepresent-backesfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/daddy-daughter-princess-ball.html' title='Daddy-Daughter Princess Ball'/><author><name>Traci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01034537126490533537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/Sv9gpzAa0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/KrW8pQ6GVZ4/S220/img_0185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EAvb42L4XOE/SbxfptDRkeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-WRFxiAZxwY/s72-c/img_0402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
