<?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-8163817</id><updated>2012-02-12T13:46:20.556-05:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='Contentment'/><category term='livia'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day 2011'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='Livia&apos;s first bath'/><category term='grief'/><category term='calvin&apos;s birth'/><category term='Pictures of Yale'/><category term='calvin'/><category term='IFH'/><category term='rain'/><category term='breanna'/><category term='running'/><category term='Livie'/><category term='First Steps'/><category term='baby'/><category term='1 month'/><category term='baking'/><category term='Livia&apos;s Boston Baby Shower'/><category term='bread'/><category term='pasta'/><category term='Micah'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Thankfulness'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>The Stroups</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>416</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-477870891296253940</id><published>2012-02-05T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T10:58:55.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calvin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 month'/><title type='text'>1 month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;       &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt;   &lt;o:AllowPNG/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:TrackMoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:TrackFormatting/&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt; 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;February 3, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calvin [and Hobbes]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L61fSwqIheE/Ty6bTu8-cOI/AAAAAAAAGe4/NiXfE0yDpq8/s1600/IMG_8354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L61fSwqIheE/Ty6bTu8-cOI/AAAAAAAAGe4/NiXfE0yDpq8/s400/IMG_8354.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This little guy is 1 month old today! He is gaining weight like a champ, learning to sleep for longer periods of time and figuring out how to be in the same room with two energetic siblings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Micah and Livia LOVE him, they ask if they can hold baby Calvin every day. Any time I put him down, they rush over with all kinds of musical toys to entertain him, which is probably why at the end of the day he starts fussing and won’t stop until I put him in a dark room with a noisemaker by his ear. He is really a good sport about it all – seriously, the kid could sleep through a war zone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calvin's face says it all. . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9eurzvGeYI/Ty6bTMRADmI/AAAAAAAAGew/epxQ4uzrgek/s1600/IMG_8353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_9eurzvGeYI/Ty6bTMRADmI/AAAAAAAAGew/epxQ4uzrgek/s400/IMG_8353.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This time passes so quickly, I know. I try so hard to slow down and take it in; here are a few favorites: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/-u3UD8gl3lxg/Ty6bUXT91FI/AAAAAAAAGfI/WHYs_7rmpm0/s1600/IMG_8374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3UD8gl3lxg/Ty6bUXT91FI/AAAAAAAAGfI/WHYs_7rmpm0/s400/IMG_8374.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;Calvin loves to sleep with his little hand up by his face. He did it in the womb, and he still does it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/-Sd5ZS4DQfZU/Ty6kGDmOI2I/AAAAAAAAGfw/vA8AVz1Vxg0/s1600/photo%2B1-728357.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705678201876783970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd5ZS4DQfZU/Ty6kGDmOI2I/AAAAAAAAGfw/vA8AVz1Vxg0/s320/photo%2B1-728357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love how newborns want to be close. Calvin would be happy to ride in the sling all day long, nestled against my body. I appreciate that and I try to do it often because I know that one day he will be a little boy on the run with little time to cuddle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Snorts all. day. long. This isn’t really a favorite because it keeps me awake at night, but on the plus side I never have to feel his back just to make sure he’s still breathing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He holds his pacifier in place; never mind the fact that it is half the size of his face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/-hK5hoy6-cBs/Ty6kGfqRZGI/AAAAAAAAGgA/_lzX0wvdT-w/s1600/photo%2B2-729098.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705678209409967202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hK5hoy6-cBs/Ty6kGfqRZGI/AAAAAAAAGgA/_lzX0wvdT-w/s320/photo%2B2-729098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This boy is well loved and we are definitely getting used to having him around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/-qp8OeOzLj9k/Ty6bT4JMuKI/AAAAAAAAGfA/_tum4BhEF9I/s1600/IMG_8368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qp8OeOzLj9k/Ty6bT4JMuKI/AAAAAAAAGfA/_tum4BhEF9I/s400/IMG_8368.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy 1 month baby Calvin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;side note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;after taking a few 1 month shots of Calvin Livia says, "mama? can you take my picture?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/-XfPgWfYOz7E/Ty6bU9c9ucI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/0BujK6ItgoQ/s1600/IMG_8375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XfPgWfYOz7E/Ty6bU9c9ucI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/0BujK6ItgoQ/s400/IMG_8375.JPG" width="346" /&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;Of course baby girl, i'll take your picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-477870891296253940?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/477870891296253940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=477870891296253940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/477870891296253940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/477870891296253940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2012/02/1-month.html' title='1 month'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L61fSwqIheE/Ty6bTu8-cOI/AAAAAAAAGe4/NiXfE0yDpq8/s72-c/IMG_8354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6366697090533451789</id><published>2012-02-03T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:50:33.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calvin&apos;s birth'/><title type='text'>Calvin's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt;   &lt;o:AllowPNG/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:TrackMoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:TrackFormatting/&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;    &lt;w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="276"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was lying there in the dark room, finally able to focus for a moment when it hit me. The room was identical to the room I was in 2 years ago while giving birth to my twin girls.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought about this and I even expected this might happen ahead of time; really, it had been happening this whole pregnancy – appointments, ultrasounds and visits to the hospital would conjure up painful memories of loss and disappointment. Anything that seemed out of the ordinary would bring up doubt and fear that this baby too, would not make it to the end of the third trimester. Yet somehow this moment was different. This moment I felt my heart aching in a way it hadn’t for a long time. This moment was full of tangible memories. Memories like feeling her cold body against my chest, kissing her wrinkled face, and grasping her tiny little fingers in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few hours earlier we were at Target and I started having contractions. They were really painful and I think I might have embarrassed my dear, sweet husband a little bit as I used the shopping cart to brace myself and make my way down the aisles. By the time we got home, walked up two flights of stairs and came in to our apartment, I was pulling out all my focus tactics and I might have embarrassed my dear, sweet husband again with my horse lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The back labor didn’t start right away. Somewhere in the middle of it all Calvin must have gotten wedged in to my backside and we were at a standstill. 3 hours later we were in the same place, but the back labor was excruciating. At that point we knew from experience where this was all headed and decided it was best to have a c-section. Unfortunately, we had to wait for another c-section to finish up before we could get started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was barely hanging on to my sanity when the drilling started to get to me. Yes, the drilling. Apparently there was some construction going on below us and it sounded like they were drilling in my room. In. My. Room. At this point each and every contraction felt like my body was being torn apart and it took every last ounce of focus to get through them. The drilling would either start in the middle of a contraction, completely destroying my focus, or after a contraction, thus startling me in to another contraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was around that time that all of my physical and emotional pain came crashing down and my sanity went out the window. I cried really hard for a minute and then I started to panic because you can’t cry when you’re in that sort of pain; it will most definitely make matters much worse. . . . .and, it did. . . .and, so I stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Giving birth to the twins was perfect and beautiful in so many ways; it was also tragic and painful. I imagined Calvin’s birth might be a perfect and beautiful birth without the pain and tragedy, I imagined it would be average, typical and even easier. . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I imagined wrong. And, I learned a lot about dreams, hopes and expectations – again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is often through experiences like these that I remember I have great treasure and it is the only kind of treasure that will ever give me true joy, freedom and beauty in life. It is also through these experiences that my longing becomes greater and my heart grows a little bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though my pain in life will never seem right or fair, it will always have purpose. May I never stop experiencing circumstances that draw me closer, drive me deeper, and force me stronger into the arms of Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy Birthday Calvin. We love you so much already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/-7eezFybjx48/TwX-MRBtJ-I/AAAAAAAAGXM/Met7Z9C7amo/s1600/IMG_7342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eezFybjx48/TwX-MRBtJ-I/AAAAAAAAGXM/Met7Z9C7amo/s320/IMG_7342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6366697090533451789?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6366697090533451789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6366697090533451789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6366697090533451789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6366697090533451789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2012/02/calvins-birth-story.html' title='Calvin&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eezFybjx48/TwX-MRBtJ-I/AAAAAAAAGXM/Met7Z9C7amo/s72-c/IMG_7342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-589183544215288226</id><published>2012-01-26T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:55:26.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calvin&apos;s birth'/><title type='text'>Baby Calvin</title><content type='html'>Oh how we love him. . . . .&lt;div&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/-zB88gOh5WD8/TyIREn8mOwI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/Zeu5U0maj4Y/s1600/IMG_8257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zB88gOh5WD8/TyIREn8mOwI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/Zeu5U0maj4Y/s400/IMG_8257.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyjhtcLGCLA/TyIRE14amSI/AAAAAAAAGcY/1T6VAM6lW-Y/s1600/IMG_8261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyjhtcLGCLA/TyIRE14amSI/AAAAAAAAGcY/1T6VAM6lW-Y/s400/IMG_8261.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cvx6mokS2vU/TyIRFHqRCUI/AAAAAAAAGcg/EYrz6ygeKUI/s1600/IMG_8262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cvx6mokS2vU/TyIRFHqRCUI/AAAAAAAAGcg/EYrz6ygeKUI/s400/IMG_8262.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSBNZXziowg/TyIRFuL6efI/AAAAAAAAGco/SaIJiIMv5_s/s1600/IMG_8268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSBNZXziowg/TyIRFuL6efI/AAAAAAAAGco/SaIJiIMv5_s/s400/IMG_8268.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7flCNgciwM/TyIRFtHc4OI/AAAAAAAAGcw/WHDDDFISB3A/s1600/IMG_8275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m7flCNgciwM/TyIRFtHc4OI/AAAAAAAAGcw/WHDDDFISB3A/s400/IMG_8275.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;When I get the chance I'm going to write down his birth story and my reflections because I want him to be able to read about it one day and see how his birth has changed me.&amp;nbsp;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-589183544215288226?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/589183544215288226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=589183544215288226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/589183544215288226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/589183544215288226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-calvin.html' title='Baby Calvin'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zB88gOh5WD8/TyIREn8mOwI/AAAAAAAAGcQ/Zeu5U0maj4Y/s72-c/IMG_8257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-4279150572931991970</id><published>2012-01-26T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:48:18.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calvin&apos;s birth'/><title type='text'>So we had a baby. . . .</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to catch up a little bit here so that I have something to show for the last few months, but I'm going to take a break and write about our newest little Stroup. Calvin Palm joined our family on January 3rd, 2012,weighing in at 8 pounds 3 ounces and 20 inches long! Yes, he is a BIG boy. Especially considering my last child was just under 4 pounds at birth. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/-zXPUeP5SJOY/TwX-IC52biI/AAAAAAAAGW8/WEIKE0H1ZKk/s1600/IMG_7338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXPUeP5SJOY/TwX-IC52biI/AAAAAAAAGW8/WEIKE0H1ZKk/s400/IMG_7338.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-irPUIM6BX2I/TwX-MD-MHoI/AAAAAAAAGXI/0ey0TXRHzXc/s1600/IMG_7341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-irPUIM6BX2I/TwX-MD-MHoI/AAAAAAAAGXI/0ey0TXRHzXc/s400/IMG_7341.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;It was a long and difficult process bringing this sweet boy into the world, but he's here and he's healthy and we are all so very thankful to have him in our arms.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcSx1NAeOcA/TyIOX7cmpyI/AAAAAAAAGbk/Q5_3bKJl9qc/s1600/bu+walk+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcSx1NAeOcA/TyIOX7cmpyI/AAAAAAAAGbk/Q5_3bKJl9qc/s400/bu+walk+003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chris's dad took this photo the day I went in to labor. I guess all you need to do is give your baby an eviction notice and they'll make their way out. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Below are a few last belly shots we took. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBQkzxQyV9E/TyIOxbzzG-I/AAAAAAAAGbs/8Ib3uKfBWBo/s1600/bu+walk+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBQkzxQyV9E/TyIOxbzzG-I/AAAAAAAAGbs/8Ib3uKfBWBo/s400/bu+walk+030.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/-SWZNIhqXKwQ/TyIOzv3AoSI/AAAAAAAAGb0/1w0Cmfg050A/s1600/bu+walk+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWZNIhqXKwQ/TyIOzv3AoSI/AAAAAAAAGb0/1w0Cmfg050A/s400/bu+walk+031.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVbVCaeoPCs/TyIO4u1KqNI/AAAAAAAAGb8/B6MJkJDm8dY/s1600/bu+walk+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVbVCaeoPCs/TyIO4u1KqNI/AAAAAAAAGb8/B6MJkJDm8dY/s400/bu+walk+033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;Last pic as a family of four!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUkE7B0QDNw/TyIPgVrH1zI/AAAAAAAAGcE/kE3zYMAfPwY/s1600/bu+walk+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUkE7B0QDNw/TyIPgVrH1zI/AAAAAAAAGcE/kE3zYMAfPwY/s400/bu+walk+020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: 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/8163817-4279150572931991970?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/4279150572931991970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=4279150572931991970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4279150572931991970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4279150572931991970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-we-had-baby.html' title='So we had a baby. . . .'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXPUeP5SJOY/TwX-IC52biI/AAAAAAAAGW8/WEIKE0H1ZKk/s72-c/IMG_7338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2948656257177674157</id><published>2012-01-26T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:50:43.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livia'/><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>We enrolled the kids in swimming classes this semester, which is new for Livia. She found quite a love for the sport and will definitely be taking classes again in the near future! This picture isn't great, but it's worth posting for the sake of documenting her first swimming experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96l3nUGEC2c/TyIBsZ7UWNI/AAAAAAAAGa8/akQvfT6KEV0/s1600/IMG_7291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96l3nUGEC2c/TyIBsZ7UWNI/AAAAAAAAGa8/akQvfT6KEV0/s400/IMG_7291.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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't believe how much she loves the water! She would jump out of my arms if I let her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2948656257177674157?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2948656257177674157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2948656257177674157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2948656257177674157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2948656257177674157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2012/01/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96l3nUGEC2c/TyIBsZ7UWNI/AAAAAAAAGa8/akQvfT6KEV0/s72-c/IMG_7291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-7516017811677816491</id><published>2012-01-25T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:25:58.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>Chris was out of town for a few days before Thanksgiving so Grammy flew in from Colorado to help out with the kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Micah made a gingerbread house with grammy and it took a whole lot of will power not to eat all that candy sitting in front of him. I think he lost interest about half way through the building process, but grammy pressed on and made a beautiful little gingerbread house!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMlfJ-fbdqY/TyC4PzU7ZSI/AAAAAAAAGaU/TgnMO-4Xnf4/s1600/IMG_8113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMlfJ-fbdqY/TyC4PzU7ZSI/AAAAAAAAGaU/TgnMO-4Xnf4/s400/IMG_8113.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to build. Grammy has all the directions spread out and made sure to read them through before starting (a trait I most certainly did NOT inherit!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f7GPsvTszX4/TyC4YU2xPuI/AAAAAAAAGac/QrcJw9a-uRQ/s1600/IMG_8119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f7GPsvTszX4/TyC4YU2xPuI/AAAAAAAAGac/QrcJw9a-uRQ/s400/IMG_8119.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lining up the candies in perfect order&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udt8QmMA9_o/TyC4nfDbEhI/AAAAAAAAGak/JB03WjgV3Bo/s1600/IMG_8127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-udt8QmMA9_o/TyC4nfDbEhI/AAAAAAAAGak/JB03WjgV3Bo/s400/IMG_8127.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Livia enjoyed putting a few gumdrops on the house&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POjSlZbSrIs/TyC4vJhPF0I/AAAAAAAAGas/5L08o0BdWWI/s1600/IMG_8124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POjSlZbSrIs/TyC4vJhPF0I/AAAAAAAAGas/5L08o0BdWWI/s400/IMG_8124.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;. . . . ..and sat patiently waiting for her turn&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miCsKn5Jj7Q/TyC42X9j0EI/AAAAAAAAGa0/yzX0RZHcMxE/s1600/IMG_8122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miCsKn5Jj7Q/TyC42X9j0EI/AAAAAAAAGa0/yzX0RZHcMxE/s400/IMG_8122.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;final touches&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-7516017811677816491?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/7516017811677816491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=7516017811677816491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7516017811677816491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7516017811677816491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2012/01/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMlfJ-fbdqY/TyC4PzU7ZSI/AAAAAAAAGaU/TgnMO-4Xnf4/s72-c/IMG_8113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2994441394534336907</id><published>2012-01-25T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:06:15.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Where does all the time go? &amp;nbsp;It's been way too long since I've blogged and I just have to start with Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Capt' Jack Sparrow gives the leopard kitty a ride on his trike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tf-gJOnRY4/TyCltP5voUI/AAAAAAAAGaE/4oN8IpnHhgs/s1600/IMG_8037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tf-gJOnRY4/TyCltP5voUI/AAAAAAAAGaE/4oN8IpnHhgs/s400/IMG_8037.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little camera shy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK8vhYjr4qw/TyCll8iUNaI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/tgghLzxlRPI/s1600/IMG_8033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK8vhYjr4qw/TyCll8iUNaI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/tgghLzxlRPI/s400/IMG_8033.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Typical Micah (I don't ever look at the camera) face and a not amused little sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_FoGm9wTpA/TyClc9nD0RI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/UeBJ6vFbqbw/s1600/IMG_8020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_FoGm9wTpA/TyClc9nD0RI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/UeBJ6vFbqbw/s400/IMG_8020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Micah made a great pirate!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Y-uKKR4nT4/TyCl4yb22yI/AAAAAAAAGaM/dHRzIqGCUt4/s1600/IMG_8056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Y-uKKR4nT4/TyCl4yb22yI/AAAAAAAAGaM/dHRzIqGCUt4/s400/IMG_8056.jpg" width="266" /&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/8163817-2994441394534336907?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2994441394534336907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2994441394534336907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2994441394534336907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2994441394534336907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2012/01/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tf-gJOnRY4/TyCltP5voUI/AAAAAAAAGaE/4oN8IpnHhgs/s72-c/IMG_8037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3288383460807958621</id><published>2012-01-06T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:14:22.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig tails</title><content type='html'>October 26, 2011&lt;br /&gt;Livia's hair is officially long enough for pig tails. It's so cute I can barely handle it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ut3v0EzLMg/TwcruT2RhhI/AAAAAAAAGZk/FANNfUkZGEU/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ut3v0EzLMg/TwcruT2RhhI/AAAAAAAAGZk/FANNfUkZGEU/s400/IMG_1005.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/8163817-3288383460807958621?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3288383460807958621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3288383460807958621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3288383460807958621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3288383460807958621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2012/01/pig-tails.html' title='Pig tails'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ut3v0EzLMg/TwcruT2RhhI/AAAAAAAAGZk/FANNfUkZGEU/s72-c/IMG_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8835622843673054145</id><published>2011-10-28T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:10:35.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livia'/><title type='text'>My Conductor</title><content type='html'>This post is for Grammy. I turned on the music and she just started conducting, looks like she's ready to take some piano lessons!&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://i.ytimg.com/vi/7TUdKNMycaA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TUdKNMycaA?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7TUdKNMycaA?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" 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/8163817-8835622843673054145?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8835622843673054145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8835622843673054145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8835622843673054145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8835622843673054145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-conductor.html' title='My Conductor'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3994161610567293548</id><published>2011-10-18T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:01:49.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>28 weeks</title><content type='html'>I had an ultrasound today and baby is looking good! He's moved into the head down position and is measuring in the 50th percentile. It was fun to get an idea for how he is positioned because I am feeling some pretty interesting movements and now I can picture what he's doing!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I actually had somebody ask me if I was going to deliver soon. That is the second person to ask. Really? Please. You have no idea how much this body is capable of. Remember&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-belly-pictures.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? Now &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a belly ready to pop! We are just getting started at 28 weeks. Let the final countdown begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9si3JMFhTeI/Tp4SS4N9dbI/AAAAAAAAGE4/xsMlAcQUU_Y/s1600/IMG_7284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9si3JMFhTeI/Tp4SS4N9dbI/AAAAAAAAGE4/xsMlAcQUU_Y/s400/IMG_7284.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Usually ultrasounds aren't given at this stage in pregnancy, but I had a low lying placenta and they wanted to be sure it moved up for delivery (it has). It was actually a huge relief to be able to see our little guy and know that he is healthy and looking great. A lot of my fears have been put to rest after seeing him and after making it through the 27th week. I feel pretty relaxed for the first time this week (not sayin' it's going to stay that way, but it's pretty nice!) and I'm sure it has to do with being able to see that everything is great thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to start thinking about names. . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3994161610567293548?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3994161610567293548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3994161610567293548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3994161610567293548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3994161610567293548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/10/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9si3JMFhTeI/Tp4SS4N9dbI/AAAAAAAAGE4/xsMlAcQUU_Y/s72-c/IMG_7284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8717217144924550709</id><published>2011-10-16T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:03:24.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>corn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every mom needs a little keep your toddler busy activity. When Micah was Livia's age I filled up an under the bed storage bin with rice and gave him some measuring cups to play with. I remembered this the other day when I was trying to get some important admin work done and thought how nice it would be to have such a thing right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I decided to make a Fall themed sensory experience and it turned out to be a really big hit! I found some amazing ideas from pinterest and just went from there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUhuSdWGX74/TptP9Iz8lHI/AAAAAAAAGEo/UcRcCJUFmkA/s1600/IMG_7873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUhuSdWGX74/TptP9Iz8lHI/AAAAAAAAGEo/UcRcCJUFmkA/s400/IMG_7873.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We happened to be in a small farming town for the weekend and I picked up some chicken feed to fill the bin up.....50 pounds of chicken feed is all they had! So, just let me know if you need some chicken feed and I'll hook you right up!&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been asking for corn every day since we put it together. It's so fun to pour and mix and measure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlaCYLQR8Y4/TptP_wrmxQI/AAAAAAAAGEw/oGD4rbTdAZA/s1600/IMG_7877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlaCYLQR8Y4/TptP_wrmxQI/AAAAAAAAGEw/oGD4rbTdAZA/s400/IMG_7877.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up making one for Micah's preschool class and apparently it's been very popular! Micah's teacher told me that kids were lining up to play with it and the best part was how much pride Micah took in it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Such a fun and easy Fall project!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-8717217144924550709?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8717217144924550709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8717217144924550709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8717217144924550709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8717217144924550709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/10/corn.html' title='corn'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUhuSdWGX74/TptP9Iz8lHI/AAAAAAAAGEo/UcRcCJUFmkA/s72-c/IMG_7873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-4341783437275023640</id><published>2011-10-14T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T07:38:23.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>baking with kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgweU-Jur74/TpgdPSbbDHI/AAAAAAAAGEg/tejD0DFfEqE/s1600/IMG_7884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgweU-Jur74/TpgdPSbbDHI/AAAAAAAAGEg/tejD0DFfEqE/s400/IMG_7884.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;The other day we were running some errands as a family and Chris turned on one of our favorite radio programs. The topic of the day was discipline and spanking and the discussion about expectations really got me thinking. The host used an example of a parent getting frustrated with their toddler while reading because they wanted to flip through the pages instead of listening to every word and carefully looking over every picture. The point being that our expectations as parents can often hinder a good learning experience. This was a reminder to me that children do not learn in the same way adults learn and it is important to allow them the space and time to take in the world their own way.&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/-wn4lV0BwKyU/TpgdERcTF6I/AAAAAAAAGEI/1_ZfE0Gnarg/s1600/IMG_7867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wn4lV0BwKyU/TpgdERcTF6I/AAAAAAAAGEI/1_ZfE0Gnarg/s400/IMG_7867.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this for my own life and the one thing that immediately came to mind was baking. Micah is constantly in the kitchen watching everything I do and eagerly waiting to offer a helping hand. I usually try to bake with him once a week, but my tendency is to really control the situation and when he starts adding the wrong amounts of flour or there is a little bit of egg shell left in the bowl I swoop in and send him off to play. It's terrible. . . . .I know. I'm so concerned with the way something is going to taste and totally oblivious to the fact that he is learning and growing and taking in life.&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/-sScPi-GrUTs/TpgdAWO_uRI/AAAAAAAAGEA/0qQnwZIfwXg/s1600/IMG_7864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sScPi-GrUTs/TpgdAWO_uRI/AAAAAAAAGEA/0qQnwZIfwXg/s400/IMG_7864.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to just go for it. Forget about expectations and taste and outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Micah thinks the mixer is too loud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBECIdFkthw/Tpgc8pEBaYI/AAAAAAAAGD4/vs2c8Ui0Hk8/s1600/IMG_7862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBECIdFkthw/Tpgc8pEBaYI/AAAAAAAAGD4/vs2c8Ui0Hk8/s400/IMG_7862.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun pouring and mixing and cracking eggs. . . . . .&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/-AVemeaGzc8Q/TpgdHmgXSRI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/d8-zk4ID50E/s1600/IMG_7872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVemeaGzc8Q/TpgdHmgXSRI/AAAAAAAAGEQ/d8-zk4ID50E/s400/IMG_7872.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 apparently it tasted really good, because swiper swiped as soon as she had the chance!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLhVcUG7hjU/TpgdMEI2qvI/AAAAAAAAGEY/ae9BqTaIdDY/s1600/IMG_7883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLhVcUG7hjU/TpgdMEI2qvI/AAAAAAAAGEY/ae9BqTaIdDY/s400/IMG_7883.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, I can't say that I could have done any better baking these by myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it's not so bad to relinquish control every once in awhile. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-4341783437275023640?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/4341783437275023640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=4341783437275023640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4341783437275023640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4341783437275023640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/10/baking-with-kids.html' title='baking with kids'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgweU-Jur74/TpgdPSbbDHI/AAAAAAAAGEg/tejD0DFfEqE/s72-c/IMG_7884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8648227484932532565</id><published>2011-10-10T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:14:42.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livia'/><title type='text'>this girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Absolutely ADORES her daddy. When daddy comes home she will drop everything to rush to his side and get some good "nuggles" (snuggles); a daddy's girl through and through. . . .&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/-rqNpFNZLQM4/TpOWEHI1_EI/AAAAAAAAGDc/QjWSMWZtov4/s1600/IMG_7779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqNpFNZLQM4/TpOWEHI1_EI/AAAAAAAAGDc/QjWSMWZtov4/s400/IMG_7779.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;Her favorite answer to any question is NO and "I don't mun it." (I don't want it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JclLJxHg0KA/TpOWGJ--e1I/AAAAAAAAGDk/UCZCwCvCL9c/s1600/IMG_7780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JclLJxHg0KA/TpOWGJ--e1I/AAAAAAAAGDk/UCZCwCvCL9c/s400/IMG_7780.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;She has quite the little personality. Lately she will come up to me and say, "Mama, can you help me?" with whatever she needs help with. It's so sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's like a sponge, soaking in every little word, gesture and action. You can pretty much guarantee that whatever her big brother is doing she will be right there doing it along side of him. . . . and repeating every. word. he. says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCtCoEL1BOU/TpOWIZMbIoI/AAAAAAAAGDs/OhGuVdAiy6Y/s1600/IMG_7781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCtCoEL1BOU/TpOWIZMbIoI/AAAAAAAAGDs/OhGuVdAiy6Y/s400/IMG_7781.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;She melts my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love her so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-8648227484932532565?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8648227484932532565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8648227484932532565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8648227484932532565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8648227484932532565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-girl.html' title='this girl'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rqNpFNZLQM4/TpOWEHI1_EI/AAAAAAAAGDc/QjWSMWZtov4/s72-c/IMG_7779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5261691960438895847</id><published>2011-10-06T20:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:07:42.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZHlCOLO6zU/To5HvtHlVrI/AAAAAAAAGDY/PkQIFHsMI2Y/s1600/photo%2B3-726097.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxRW3Q376tw/To5HvXbEKQI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/12SIhKxIQFA/s1600/photo%2B2-725014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660540660718250242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxRW3Q376tw/To5HvXbEKQI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/12SIhKxIQFA/s320/photo%2B2-725014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5f18aXFu38/To5HvDOcsnI/AAAAAAAAGDI/PZ8lP06hkvY/s1600/photo%2B1-723222.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8163817-5261691960438895847?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5261691960438895847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5261691960438895847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5261691960438895847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5261691960438895847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxRW3Q376tw/To5HvXbEKQI/AAAAAAAAGDQ/12SIhKxIQFA/s72-c/photo%2B2-725014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5717806487130709250</id><published>2011-09-30T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:05:37.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgVuNAKgYBA/ToYsfRI9ZUI/AAAAAAAAGC0/ceYQ8UvlcWk/s1600/umbrella+on+the+sidewalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgVuNAKgYBA/ToYsfRI9ZUI/AAAAAAAAGC0/ceYQ8UvlcWk/s400/umbrella+on+the+sidewalk.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;This boy loves the rain.&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/-XHPA-zSivrc/ToYsh1LQUHI/AAAAAAAAGC8/8R7n5Y9leas/s1600/rainboots+on+T.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHPA-zSivrc/ToYsh1LQUHI/AAAAAAAAGC8/8R7n5Y9leas/s400/rainboots+on+T.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rainboots. Rainforest umbrella (compliments of Papa and Grammy). What could be better?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Any excuse to bring out the umbrella.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSUXBrT6KVk/ToYsgj9K4lI/AAAAAAAAGC4/kZd0UuuaQVU/s1600/Umbrella+in+car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSUXBrT6KVk/ToYsgj9K4lI/AAAAAAAAGC4/kZd0UuuaQVU/s400/Umbrella+in+car.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even if the excuse is that he needs a divider up in the car between him and his sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad I have him around to remind me just how magical rain can be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hduLh08xLJ0/ToYu_KqluiI/AAAAAAAAGDA/pV-Ip5rHYWY/s1600/livie+rain+boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hduLh08xLJ0/ToYu_KqluiI/AAAAAAAAGDA/pV-Ip5rHYWY/s400/livie+rain+boots.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She makes the rain pretty fun too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5717806487130709250?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5717806487130709250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5717806487130709250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5717806487130709250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5717806487130709250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/09/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgVuNAKgYBA/ToYsfRI9ZUI/AAAAAAAAGC0/ceYQ8UvlcWk/s72-c/umbrella+on+the+sidewalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3329601881877104474</id><published>2011-09-28T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T07:00:15.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye pacifier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcgGKOrEaF4/ToJn6pzESlI/AAAAAAAAGCw/pn2YxG7fDHA/s1600/paci+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcgGKOrEaF4/ToJn6pzESlI/AAAAAAAAGCw/pn2YxG7fDHA/s400/paci+collage.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;This week, Livia sent her beloved pacifier to &lt;strike&gt;the trash can&lt;/strike&gt; another baby that needed it and she is doing great thus far! We've had a few cry fests over it and bedtime isn't quite as easy as it once was, but the pacifier is out of the picture and her teeth will thank her for it! I still can't believe how quickly she's turning in to a little girl. So long pacifier, you've served us well for 2 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3329601881877104474?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3329601881877104474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3329601881877104474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3329601881877104474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3329601881877104474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye-pacifier.html' title='goodbye pacifier'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VcgGKOrEaF4/ToJn6pzESlI/AAAAAAAAGCw/pn2YxG7fDHA/s72-c/paci+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5261225320851509557</id><published>2011-09-27T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:18:30.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>25 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2q5gWge6zM/ToJeP0OuDKI/AAAAAAAAGCs/Y_l_LExV6bc/s1600/25+weeks+collage" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2q5gWge6zM/ToJeP0OuDKI/AAAAAAAAGCs/Y_l_LExV6bc/s640/25+weeks+collage" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am now officially in my 25th week of pregnancy. There are days I think the time is flying by and there are days that are long and every little cramp or contraction MUST be a sign of something going wrong. I guess all the fear and concern is just going to be a part of me until the end. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny to look at this photo because I really don't feel as big as I look. Though, I've felt a significant amount of growth over the past 2 weeks for sure! I thought I was having a boy from the start and as you can see, my cheeks are starting to prove it! For some reason my face was the first thing to get bigger in my pregnancy with Micah and for this pregnancy it is no different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both Micah and Livia are anxious to meet the boy. They talk to my belly, give it kisses and rub it all day long. I'm pretty sure baby boy can hear them now because he usually jumps around at the sound of their voices. I don't think he'll have any problems keeping up with these two - seems like he's moving constantly - which has been reassuring for my nerves!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;15 weeks to go!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5261225320851509557?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5261225320851509557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5261225320851509557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5261225320851509557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5261225320851509557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/09/25-weeks.html' title='25 weeks'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2q5gWge6zM/ToJeP0OuDKI/AAAAAAAAGCs/Y_l_LExV6bc/s72-c/25+weeks+collage' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6458191406131211645</id><published>2011-09-20T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:23:17.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IFH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>funny story. . . .</title><content type='html'>So yesterday we get home from the grocery store and I ask Micah to run up the stairs and check in the living room for any guys that could help me bring the groceries upstairs. He's gone for quite some time and I am thinking he got distracted. Oh well, 8 bags of groceries, one little tot on the hip and one baby in the belly. I can do this. Just as I'm getting ready to take the first load up the stairs I hear Micah come downstairs with one of our residents, Sam, and I am so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part about this story is that Micah couldn't find anybody on the first floor...or the second floor...or the third floor. He finally found Sam brushing his teeth in the bathroom on the fourth floor and asked him to come all the way down to help me. Now that's a child dedicated to his mission! Later that evening he prayed that God would make mommy better soon. Perhaps I'm being a little overly dramatic about how big my belly is getting and how hard it is to chase two kids around with the extra poundage! ha. Sorry buddy, we've still got 3 months left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELDEcUnHDv4/TnihlS1bKhI/AAAAAAAAGCo/jkwyC1IPaug/s1600/Micah.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELDEcUnHDv4/TnihlS1bKhI/AAAAAAAAGCo/jkwyC1IPaug/s320/Micah.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6458191406131211645?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6458191406131211645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6458191406131211645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6458191406131211645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6458191406131211645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/09/funny-story.html' title='funny story. . . .'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELDEcUnHDv4/TnihlS1bKhI/AAAAAAAAGCo/jkwyC1IPaug/s72-c/Micah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-1841311405634638933</id><published>2011-09-15T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:11:17.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>Livie did it. . .</title><content type='html'>Lately Micah's answer to everything is "Livie did it."&lt;br /&gt;So when I ask him how he got a little chunk of hair taken out of his backside he responds with "Livie did it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKVRYS3S6Aw/TnKT-Y8ZRKI/AAAAAAAAGCk/5hqEFenmXYM/s1600/micah%2527s+haircut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKVRYS3S6Aw/TnKT-Y8ZRKI/AAAAAAAAGCk/5hqEFenmXYM/s320/micah%2527s+haircut.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok buddy. I'm not sure you could have done this, so i'll take your word for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-1841311405634638933?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/1841311405634638933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=1841311405634638933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1841311405634638933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1841311405634638933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/09/livie-did-it.html' title='Livie did it. . .'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aKVRYS3S6Aw/TnKT-Y8ZRKI/AAAAAAAAGCk/5hqEFenmXYM/s72-c/micah%2527s+haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3502404534157326980</id><published>2011-09-14T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:39:19.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>the gift of new life</title><content type='html'>I've caught myself feeling anxious and cynical a lot lately. I really don't want to think about what could go wrong, but there are days I just can't stop myself. I go there and it's not pretty; I panic and the fear sets in and I imagine the worst.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went for a nice long walk around the river by myself to think and pray and be silent.&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/-Hw5L7OL7nHs/TnD5gC3SAdI/AAAAAAAAGCc/9BIfbGWuKnM/s1600/P1020411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw5L7OL7nHs/TnD5gC3SAdI/AAAAAAAAGCc/9BIfbGWuKnM/s400/P1020411.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a few minutes it hit me:&amp;nbsp; this&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt; is special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be here if it weren't for Mia. Though this baby will never replace her or fill the void she left behind, it is comforting to think about God's sovereignty in it all. Had Mia been with us today, this life would most likely not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4xjx2EbhTk0/TnEAzd9qQMI/AAAAAAAAGCg/mNFtsx7OO8o/s1600/ultrasound+baby+boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4xjx2EbhTk0/TnEAzd9qQMI/AAAAAAAAGCg/mNFtsx7OO8o/s320/ultrasound+baby+boy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Things would have been very different and I continue to grieve that loss. But I'm thankful for what I've gained.&lt;br /&gt;And, did I mention the baby is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;We love him already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3502404534157326980?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3502404534157326980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3502404534157326980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3502404534157326980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3502404534157326980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/09/gift-of-new-life.html' title='the gift of new life'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw5L7OL7nHs/TnD5gC3SAdI/AAAAAAAAGCc/9BIfbGWuKnM/s72-c/P1020411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-845618739899119021</id><published>2011-09-11T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:07:40.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livia'/><title type='text'>2 years!</title><content type='html'>Sweet Livia.&lt;br /&gt;Today you turned 2!&lt;br /&gt;You are absolutely beautiful. My sweet baby girl has suddenly become a 2 year old!&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/-YWGc3r74Uyw/Tm1aZkXNkdI/AAAAAAAAGBs/nKrXAhCAqcM/s1600/IMG_7707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWGc3r74Uyw/Tm1aZkXNkdI/AAAAAAAAGBs/nKrXAhCAqcM/s400/IMG_7707.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me work to get you to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41-5vlhNVII/Tm1hjAEfEUI/AAAAAAAAGCU/hFoS7HDlmjg/s1600/Livia+Seattle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41-5vlhNVII/Tm1hjAEfEUI/AAAAAAAAGCU/hFoS7HDlmjg/s320/Livia+Seattle.jpg" width="239" /&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;I love the way you adore your daddy and always seek me out for comfort.&lt;/div&gt;I love the way you delight in your big brother and copy his every move.&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/-oDmmTmJovk0/Tm1h4O5yEcI/AAAAAAAAGCY/wkFUmRUfkD8/s1600/Livie+and+Micah+birthday+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDmmTmJovk0/Tm1h4O5yEcI/AAAAAAAAGCY/wkFUmRUfkD8/s320/Livie+and+Micah+birthday+photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your giggles, your moods and your touch. I am proud to be your mama; I am blessed to have you here with me. The other day I made you cupcakes for your birthday; you found one and didn't hesitate to help yourself. Oh lover of chocolate you make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hkgJSmxRSuo?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You add a lot to this family. . . . .&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/-sWQy3kLcnjM/Tm1akvwr4LI/AAAAAAAAGB4/YMgGuiPGUj8/s1600/IMG_7733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sWQy3kLcnjM/Tm1akvwr4LI/AAAAAAAAGB4/YMgGuiPGUj8/s400/IMG_7733.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We set a special table for you today with fine China and teacups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J-8nFzVpdY/Tm1as2s2YnI/AAAAAAAAGCA/Qnxlim_AdGI/s1600/IMG_7738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J-8nFzVpdY/Tm1as2s2YnI/AAAAAAAAGCA/Qnxlim_AdGI/s400/IMG_7738.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: left;"&gt;Your favorite part of the day was the "boons" . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4Pp7OiTITc/Tm1ayMxyWZI/AAAAAAAAGCE/BEFJ7ZWZtyY/s1600/IMG_7746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4Pp7OiTITc/Tm1ayMxyWZI/AAAAAAAAGCE/BEFJ7ZWZtyY/s400/IMG_7746.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We sent the white balloon off in Mia's memory. Micah waved goodbye and you sat with daddy and watched it drift away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vmYrsriT2w/Tm1a1G4tiAI/AAAAAAAAGCI/t0tZM7pM52I/s1600/IMG_7751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vmYrsriT2w/Tm1a1G4tiAI/AAAAAAAAGCI/t0tZM7pM52I/s400/IMG_7751.jpg" width="266" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6mamw0QNqo/Tm1a39kxcLI/AAAAAAAAGCM/59tnzVOZzYs/s1600/IMG_7753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6mamw0QNqo/Tm1a39kxcLI/AAAAAAAAGCM/59tnzVOZzYs/s400/IMG_7753.jpg" width="266" /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlAhkbSoU6g/Tm1a6GJFWLI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/SaaHCtQLzzQ/s1600/IMG_7755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RlAhkbSoU6g/Tm1a6GJFWLI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/SaaHCtQLzzQ/s400/IMG_7755.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so very special to us, sweet Livia.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="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/8163817-845618739899119021?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/845618739899119021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=845618739899119021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/845618739899119021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/845618739899119021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/09/2-years.html' title='2 years!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWGc3r74Uyw/Tm1aZkXNkdI/AAAAAAAAGBs/nKrXAhCAqcM/s72-c/IMG_7707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-1780605614764746320</id><published>2011-08-30T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:29:54.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Illinois</title><content type='html'>Recently we took a trip to Illinois to visit the Stroup family and we had a great time visiting Chicago (sans kiddos!) and relaxing with the whole fam! It was great to see everybody and especially get the cousins together again! I had to steal all these photos from Chris's dad because I didn't take very many! He captured some great moments. And, I will probably have to do a post about Chicago separately, because there are too many great photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Livia at the japanese gardens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6181/6025955505_22a893d42e_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6181/6025955505_22a893d42e_b.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;Breakfast at the Stockholm Inn with my sis-in-laws! (hello belly, getting bigger!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6136/6026432900_9cbbfb22c5_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6136/6026432900_9cbbfb22c5_b.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;Micah, embracing the midwest farmer look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6185/6026429576_3d8dbff316_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6185/6026429576_3d8dbff316_b.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;3 kids in the back of Grandpas car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6084/6026387220_bfb02fa71a_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6084/6026387220_bfb02fa71a_b.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;Uncle Paul's biggest fans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6074/6025825501_f7c24095b1_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6074/6025825501_f7c24095b1_b.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;Micah and Ellie play horseshoes with the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6086/6025791069_e48ab78c32_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6086/6025791069_e48ab78c32_b.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;Sweet cousin moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6136/6025770819_f73169d264_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6136/6025770819_f73169d264_b.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;Finally, a family photo that turned out nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6025742967_825c6ab82a_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6025742967_825c6ab82a_b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-1780605614764746320?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/1780605614764746320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=1780605614764746320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1780605614764746320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1780605614764746320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/08/illinois.html' title='Illinois'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6181/6025955505_22a893d42e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-9164948796583055453</id><published>2011-08-29T12:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:29:45.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is where we are staying for the week. It's quiet and peaceful and just what we need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6090/6087123438_086f94aec2_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6090/6087123438_086f94aec2_b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Micah can't get enough of the backyard garden. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6090/6086465159_cd1eebfe7a_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6090/6086465159_cd1eebfe7a_b.jpg" width="248" /&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 Livia is happy to be dirty and wet, basking in the sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6092540119_6590ac333c_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6092540119_6590ac333c_b.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;I need to be better about blogging. The kids are growing up way too fast, I can hardly keep up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More pics of family vacations to come!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-9164948796583055453?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/9164948796583055453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=9164948796583055453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/9164948796583055453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/9164948796583055453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/08/washington.html' title='Washington'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6090/6087123438_086f94aec2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2675840135454829364</id><published>2011-08-13T17:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T17:04:20.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztU8d5Rc6is/Tkbm1Yz2-PI/AAAAAAAAGBU/W7rOi_apUSc/s1600/photo-760578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztU8d5Rc6is/Tkbm1Yz2-PI/AAAAAAAAGBU/W7rOi_apUSc/s320/photo-760578.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640449388195543282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sorry son, but I just can&amp;#39;t take you seriously in your homemade super mask! &lt;p&gt;You make a great superman though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2675840135454829364?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2675840135454829364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2675840135454829364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2675840135454829364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2675840135454829364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/08/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztU8d5Rc6is/Tkbm1Yz2-PI/AAAAAAAAGBU/W7rOi_apUSc/s72-c/photo-760578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6479379338013037413</id><published>2011-07-22T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T18:04:13.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>long overdue</title><content type='html'>So it's been way too long since I've posted and I'm trying to think of why. I think this should explain it:&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40TlkTGneHc/Tinufro97nI/AAAAAAAAGAo/F5qadqmJtW4/s1600/12+weeks+pregnant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40TlkTGneHc/Tinufro97nI/AAAAAAAAGAo/F5qadqmJtW4/s320/12+weeks+pregnant.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Morning sickness all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;exhausted by 10am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;emotional break downs every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;anxious. anxious. anxious.&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've made it past the first 15 weeks and all is well. This baby is healthy and I just saw his/her little heart beating last week! We are thrilled to add another baby to our family, but also anxious about pregnancy and what the future holds (or, maybe I'm just anxious about pregnancy and what the future holds?!). Every day is a choice to trust God's sovereign plan for us and for this baby.&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;It's hard going back to my doctor and remembering only grief. The same hospital, the same exam rooms, the same ultrasound technician. Ugh. Life goes on and it's all the same to them, but we haven't forgotten. The memories are fresh and they hurt. My heart races until I hear that tiny heart inside of me beating even faster and then the relief washes over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm already holding on tight. I'm holding and trusting and believing that this baby will be ours. But there's something deep inside of me that pushes me to hold, trust and believe in something more. It is his and it's not about me. To him be the glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6479379338013037413?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6479379338013037413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6479379338013037413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6479379338013037413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6479379338013037413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40TlkTGneHc/Tinufro97nI/AAAAAAAAGAo/F5qadqmJtW4/s72-c/12+weeks+pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-1159299529629011369</id><published>2011-06-09T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:43:54.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0PkvlQU3s0/TfEGW07wqvI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/Moebl3ykgFM/s1600/photo-734604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0PkvlQU3s0/TfEGW07wqvI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/Moebl3ykgFM/s320/photo-734604.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616277199543905010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Do not leave child unattended with hummus in hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-1159299529629011369?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/1159299529629011369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=1159299529629011369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1159299529629011369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1159299529629011369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/06/warning.html' title='warning'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a0PkvlQU3s0/TfEGW07wqvI/AAAAAAAAF_Q/Moebl3ykgFM/s72-c/photo-734604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-1268226168809437975</id><published>2011-06-08T16:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:26:28.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH-lT9flINI/Te_a9aw_jQI/AAAAAAAAF-w/wLa3N3KcXgI/s1600/photo-788775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH-lT9flINI/Te_a9aw_jQI/AAAAAAAAF-w/wLa3N3KcXgI/s320/photo-788775.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615948009045986562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Enjoying a little afternoon sun on the roof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-1268226168809437975?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/1268226168809437975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=1268226168809437975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1268226168809437975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1268226168809437975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/06/enjoying-sun.html' title='enjoying the sun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH-lT9flINI/Te_a9aw_jQI/AAAAAAAAF-w/wLa3N3KcXgI/s72-c/photo-788775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-4786750352986062403</id><published>2011-06-02T11:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:26:09.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is why</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QMyae25nRE/Teerks6h-oI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/kOPiS__3PvQ/s1600/photo-769999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QMyae25nRE/Teerks6h-oI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/kOPiS__3PvQ/s320/photo-769999.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613644107560909442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is why I don&amp;#39;t get anything done anymore. You stop watching them for one minute and all your post-it notes are in the toilet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-4786750352986062403?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/4786750352986062403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=4786750352986062403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4786750352986062403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4786750352986062403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-why.html' title='this is why'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QMyae25nRE/Teerks6h-oI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/kOPiS__3PvQ/s72-c/photo-769999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6525977654598725742</id><published>2011-06-02T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:18:00.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contentment'/><title type='text'>Another year at 386 Marlborough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u-tXGRzXAU/TePF16faNTI/AAAAAAAAF94/NL_zP61BpA0/s1600/4thofjuly015_copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u-tXGRzXAU/TePF16faNTI/AAAAAAAAF94/NL_zP61BpA0/s400/4thofjuly015_copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking about life in this tiny little apartment with one bedroom and two kids. 700 square feet in the city without a yard and busyness all around me. I talk with my family and friends that have houses with bedrooms and yards and quiet streets and I envy them. Yes, I said it, I'm envious. I want what they have. The simple pleasure of crawling into bed at night and being able to read with the lamp on is actually something I dream about doing one day! I also dream of watching my kids run around in a big yard building forts and digging in the dirt. One day, I want to park my car and walk through the back door into my kitchen. . . .instead of walking through my back door up three flights of stairs and then into my kitchen. I dream of having family within driving distance and spending long weekends together. I've come to realize that these little things that I wish for are simply unattainable right now. God has put where we are right now and it might not be the best place for our children. Sometimes God's glory and his purpose come before our children and what's best for them; I have to believe that and I have to trust that. And ultimately, in doing that, our children &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; getting what is best for them.&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt that we are where God wants us to be and that gives me peace to move forward, even when life feels cramped and busy with dinners every night and phone calls every hour and rooms to clean and bookkeeping to take care of and International Students to orient and the list goes on. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place we're at in life reminds me of our first year of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from college with a degree in Intercultural Studies, I wanted nothing more than to move overseas and serve in Thailand. I knew that Chris wanted to apply for graduate school and I had to put my desires on hold. It was hard to let go of my desire, but I knew God wanted me to. After a year of marriage, an opportunity came up to move to Thailand and (shockingly) Chris felt we needed to go. I couldn't believe God's perfect timing. I realized that my desire to be in Thailand was part of God's plan, but not before I could give it up and be content with where I was at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that God will ever give us a big backyard and a house with plenty of room, but I do know that he wants me to be content with where I'm at. He is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6525977654598725742?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6525977654598725742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6525977654598725742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6525977654598725742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6525977654598725742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-year-at-386-marlborough.html' title='Another year at 386 Marlborough'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2u-tXGRzXAU/TePF16faNTI/AAAAAAAAF94/NL_zP61BpA0/s72-c/4thofjuly015_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-240858288362614706</id><published>2011-06-01T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:00:16.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Steps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livia'/><title type='text'>Walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been meaning to post this for quite some time now! Livia Joy took her very first steps on April 1! Her lack of walking has been a bit of a concern for me for quite some time, so it was wonderful to see her take some steps!&lt;/div&gt;Since then we have discovered that her stomach muscles are a little weak, which makes it difficult to walk. A weak stomach is common in preemies and she will easily overcome this obstacle with a little physical therapy. I guess it's nice for me to know there is a good reason for her uncertainty with walking. It also makes me less anxious about getting her to walk.&lt;br /&gt;We had our first physical therapy appointment last week and she had a great time. She's been (timidly) walking all through the house ever since! The physical therapist thinks she just needs a little jumpstart to get those muscles working.&lt;br /&gt;We're well on our way!&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short video of her for real first steps! I can't believe Chris got it on video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zLsbz7gtBdI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(my favorite part is when she takes Micah's shoe and indignantly throws it from her path!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="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/8163817-240858288362614706?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/240858288362614706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=240858288362614706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/240858288362614706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/240858288362614706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/06/walking.html' title='Walking!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zLsbz7gtBdI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6481608165140848534</id><published>2011-05-31T07:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T07:00:05.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grammy</title><content type='html'>My mom was able to squeeze in a quick visit at the beginning of May, which was lots of fun, despite the fact that we ALL got hit by the stomach bug for 24 &amp;nbsp;hours. . . .my mother included! &amp;nbsp;I don't have all my pictures with me, but I thought this one was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTyY8PTMlck/TeOu5bWmHzI/AAAAAAAAF90/J4DHUzcDsq4/s1600/IMG_7006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTyY8PTMlck/TeOu5bWmHzI/AAAAAAAAF90/J4DHUzcDsq4/s320/IMG_7006.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe how quickly my little girl is growing! She is starting to look more like a toddler every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6481608165140848534?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6481608165140848534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6481608165140848534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6481608165140848534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6481608165140848534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/05/grammy.html' title='The Grammy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTyY8PTMlck/TeOu5bWmHzI/AAAAAAAAF90/J4DHUzcDsq4/s72-c/IMG_7006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-7410865405085277939</id><published>2011-05-30T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T11:48:04.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day 2011'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>The month of May has flown by (as usual). I have a lot of stuff to write about with so little time. Ah well. I'll try my best!&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day was so much fun this year! Micah was so excited to give me something special that was made at school. It was a sweet little gift and I can't describe how much joy it brings me to get something made by him, even if it's out of cardboard and construction paper. I never understood why my parents loved the handmade gifts so much. Now I know. I think the best part was the anticipation of giving the gift. Micah could not wait to give me my gift and his little eyes just lit up when he handed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the greatest photo of us, but you can see the proud look on Micah's face and that says it all. I got flowers from my sweet boy on Mother's Day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdA2cPsrMXE/TeOpOJe-zKI/AAAAAAAAF9g/mpgxtSL-qXM/s1600/IMG_7007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdA2cPsrMXE/TeOpOJe-zKI/AAAAAAAAF9g/mpgxtSL-qXM/s400/IMG_7007.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;We were blessed to have Chris's mom visiting for Mother's Day too! We took her out for a brunch at our favorite breakfast spot and then headed over to the Arboretum to see the beautiful flowers in bloom! Here are a few pics from that.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc7oSgUqO1Y/TeOprJrU8nI/AAAAAAAAF9o/XEXJyXANbbw/s1600/IMG_7017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vc7oSgUqO1Y/TeOprJrU8nI/AAAAAAAAF9o/XEXJyXANbbw/s400/IMG_7017.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;Would have been a better picture if the sun hadn't been so bright here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what I'm doing with the knee pop. Just go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVdlh020oTg/TeOqEnafy3I/AAAAAAAAF9s/AU8WkmoWL2k/s1600/IMG_7024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVdlh020oTg/TeOqEnafy3I/AAAAAAAAF9s/AU8WkmoWL2k/s400/IMG_7024.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;I got to finish off the evening with these two lovely Mamas! They will both be leaving Boston (one to Los Angeles and the other to Madison, WI) and they will be greatly missed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are two of my first girlfriends in Boston and they took me in as one of their own. Whatever will I do without them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gZcnBViQz4/TeOpcNDMWZI/AAAAAAAAF9k/HMFG2AEJ7xM/s1600/IMG_7015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gZcnBViQz4/TeOpcNDMWZI/AAAAAAAAF9k/HMFG2AEJ7xM/s400/IMG_7015.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;That about sums it up! Mother's Day was a wonderful celebration this year and I look forward to many more!&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-7410865405085277939?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/7410865405085277939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=7410865405085277939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7410865405085277939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7410865405085277939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdA2cPsrMXE/TeOpOJe-zKI/AAAAAAAAF9g/mpgxtSL-qXM/s72-c/IMG_7007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-1743345504883178080</id><published>2011-05-08T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:24:12.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pumped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nLiyg8ejs_I/TcbfVbxEZNI/AAAAAAAAF68/fuyNWE2r73o/s1600/IMG_7161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nLiyg8ejs_I/TcbfVbxEZNI/AAAAAAAAF68/fuyNWE2r73o/s640/IMG_7161.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wednesday morning I'm boarding a plane with this little guy and we're heading to California to visit my sister. What he doesn't know is that his cousin, Maddie will be there waiting for him! What he also doesn't know is that we'll be spending two of those days at Disney.&lt;br /&gt;I love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he loves them as much as I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-1743345504883178080?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/1743345504883178080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=1743345504883178080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1743345504883178080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1743345504883178080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-pumped.html' title='I&apos;m pumped.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nLiyg8ejs_I/TcbfVbxEZNI/AAAAAAAAF68/fuyNWE2r73o/s72-c/IMG_7161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2711301582136013489</id><published>2011-05-07T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:04:28.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Chris goes to Turkey, we call in the reinforcements</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my pictures and realized I didn't mention anything about the week that Chris was in Turkey and my best friend Corrie came in for reinforcements. It's a little easier to care for the kids for 10 days when you have a little help. Thank goodness for this lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Charlie's Kitchen devouring some steak sandwiches and tomato soup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3nDKngBsKME/TcXlgMOY5nI/AAAAAAAAF6U/8HyNiE-J9YA/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3nDKngBsKME/TcXlgMOY5nI/AAAAAAAAF6U/8HyNiE-J9YA/s320/IMG_0360.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: left;"&gt;We road tripped. Kind of a blast from the past, if you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Vermont. It's April, didn't you get the memo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfqob7F-KQM/TcXlw4GgrRI/AAAAAAAAF6c/_baUK3gYbi0/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfqob7F-KQM/TcXlw4GgrRI/AAAAAAAAF6c/_baUK3gYbi0/s320/IMG_0353.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;Who cares about snow when you get to visit the King Arthur Flour Company? Micah was a little scared of the Knight, but we managed one cautious pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GolSLx2p31w/TcXndpw3ypI/AAAAAAAAF6g/fLugTjI5gl4/s1600/IMG_6956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GolSLx2p31w/TcXndpw3ypI/AAAAAAAAF6g/fLugTjI5gl4/s320/IMG_6956.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: left;"&gt;We baked. A lot. We pretty much worked our way through Joanne Chang's Flour cookbook. Lots of great stuff in there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Brioche, Sticky Sticky buns, Boston Cream donuts! Good thing we did Jillian's circuit every morning. Chris was quite disappointed to hear that we baked all these delicious treats while he was out of the country, but what can I say? It's what we do when we get together!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkjOtX_feXg/TcXnlJiqP4I/AAAAAAAAF6k/btE4WUB8xW0/s1600/IMG_6962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkjOtX_feXg/TcXnlJiqP4I/AAAAAAAAF6k/btE4WUB8xW0/s320/IMG_6962.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: left;"&gt;My kids will definitely miss having Corrie around. What a huge treat! Come back soon!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2711301582136013489?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2711301582136013489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2711301582136013489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2711301582136013489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2711301582136013489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-chris-goes-to-turkey-we-call-in.html' title='When Chris goes to Turkey, we call in the reinforcements'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3nDKngBsKME/TcXlgMOY5nI/AAAAAAAAF6U/8HyNiE-J9YA/s72-c/IMG_0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3636134469228442096</id><published>2011-04-23T06:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T08:00:56.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>on meltdowns and trusting God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ic5qmUxy4uc/Tbv3f2iPTmI/AAAAAAAACc8/Z4A0BbAIPxI/s1600/IMG_0474.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ic5qmUxy4uc/Tbv3f2iPTmI/AAAAAAAACc8/Z4A0BbAIPxI/s400/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601342688152473186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah had a really rough day last week. He completely melted down at several points throughout the day and I found myself feeling very frustrated and defeated by his behavior. I kept thinking what happened? Why is my son acting out in ways that he hasn't for months? We have worked so hard on these negative behaviors and he has come so far over the past few months......he's not this child, what is going on? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few frustrating meltdowns I realized Micah had spent the night throwing up two nights ago. Then I remembered how your sleep doesn't really affect you until two days later. We stayed home and watched movies the day after Micah was sick, but we ventured out to get things done the very next day. Big mistake! He still needed some time to recover and I hadn't realized it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This parenting-a-4-year-old stuff can get pretty overwhelming sometimes! There is so much about this little 4 year old stage that I absolutely love (the independence, the new levels of understanding, the learning), but there is also so much I am challenged by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to keep it all in perspective (I'm really going to miss this someday!) and also remember these truths:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes it's just out of my control. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days when my child's behavior is obnoxious; this is simply part of growing up. My child is not always going to behave while we are out and I have to be ok with that. Relax. Take a deep breath and always have a consistent plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;God changes the heart and I need to trust him with that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can teach my children everything I know about trusting God and living life with him, but I also have to allow God to do what he will do, &lt;i&gt;in his timing&lt;/i&gt;. I have to trust that God is with my children when I can't be. He sees it all and his process can take longer than I want it to sometimes, but ultimately, the process belongs to him and I have to trust him with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love first, then act. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been trying to remind myself first how much I love my children before I respond to them. Sometimes I can be abrupt or harsh when I don't choose to respond through the framework of love. Sure, there are times when I need to be firm or even abrupt, but if I take two seconds to think about love, my reaction (and their response) is usually a little different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to trust God with my kids and trust that he will use me in their lives to accomplish his work. Part of our liturgy on Sunday mornings goes like this, ".....give us courage, patience and wisdom as we bring them up. . . " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that part. It makes it all about how much we rely on the power of Christ in us to parent our children, which points us back to the most important thing about life: loving God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3636134469228442096?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3636134469228442096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3636134469228442096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3636134469228442096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3636134469228442096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-meltdowns-and-trusting-god.html' title='on meltdowns and trusting God'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ic5qmUxy4uc/Tbv3f2iPTmI/AAAAAAAACc8/Z4A0BbAIPxI/s72-c/IMG_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8361410190819421878</id><published>2011-04-22T20:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:14:11.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>Pirate Party!</title><content type='html'>Micah chose the theme of his party this year and it was pirates! He has recently developed a real interest in all things pirate and even told a friend of ours the other day that he's "really in to pirates right now." So, we made a pirate ship out of the wagon and hid some treasure up on the roof. Chris was in charge of the treasure hunt, which was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little family party beforehand with Micah's favorite breakfast and family gifts. Livie was a great helper during the present opening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbLzNE7PXyg/TbIYHZp_xXI/AAAAAAAAF0s/54VObcyGz78/s1600/IMG_7188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbLzNE7PXyg/TbIYHZp_xXI/AAAAAAAAF0s/54VObcyGz78/s320/IMG_7188.JPG" width="213" /&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;Here's a picture of Micah with all his loot from us and the extended family, wearing the birthday hat they made for him at preschool! We barely made it to 7am on his birthday. He was just too excited to wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ensDQlltVe4/TbIYTHt_OUI/AAAAAAAAF0w/KolTvL0qL8A/s1600/IMG_7191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ensDQlltVe4/TbIYTHt_OUI/AAAAAAAAF0w/KolTvL0qL8A/s320/IMG_7191.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;Arg! My little pirates are ready to party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5igKIu7Dxc/TbIcnqzDK5I/AAAAAAAAF08/38KcROvEKw8/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5igKIu7Dxc/TbIcnqzDK5I/AAAAAAAAF08/38KcROvEKw8/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" width="239" /&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;Pirate boat with hidden treasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0dbkK_TjgI/TbIcffaNJmI/AAAAAAAAF04/cMlVge4JWZk/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0dbkK_TjgI/TbIcffaNJmI/AAAAAAAAF04/cMlVge4JWZk/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were so thankful the weather was amazing that day! We were able to celebrate up on the roof (and haven't been up there since b/c it's been so cold and rainy!) complete with a treasure hunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3cojjV1a0U/TbIcsfOUXmI/AAAAAAAAF1A/XuAKMjqXHxs/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3cojjV1a0U/TbIcsfOUXmI/AAAAAAAAF1A/XuAKMjqXHxs/s320/IMG_0605.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;Livia was pretty happy hunting for treasure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwgSvPqisjM/TbIdT52bnkI/AAAAAAAAF1E/_m-vXC4etmw/s1600/IMG_7204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwgSvPqisjM/TbIdT52bnkI/AAAAAAAAF1E/_m-vXC4etmw/s320/IMG_7204.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My 4 year old. Still can't believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtqd_BGz3ZE/TbIdV-MQxWI/AAAAAAAAF1I/6f2kpFD4eXU/s1600/IMG_7207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtqd_BGz3ZE/TbIdV-MQxWI/AAAAAAAAF1I/6f2kpFD4eXU/s320/IMG_7207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The pirate cake!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qY0h1WUJ3qw/TbId5FYSX_I/AAAAAAAAF1M/yNOgMuZlfPA/s1600/IMG_0593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qY0h1WUJ3qw/TbId5FYSX_I/AAAAAAAAF1M/yNOgMuZlfPA/s320/IMG_0593.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;Happy Birthday Micah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1804085211"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1804085212"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-8361410190819421878?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8361410190819421878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8361410190819421878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8361410190819421878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8361410190819421878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/04/pirate-party.html' title='Pirate Party!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KbLzNE7PXyg/TbIYHZp_xXI/AAAAAAAAF0s/54VObcyGz78/s72-c/IMG_7188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3305123198468223319</id><published>2011-04-20T07:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:14:25.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livie'/><title type='text'>enjoying some pb&amp;j</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_ju9H49NiY/Ta7Ii2PbdRI/AAAAAAAAF0k/inxfCtg1dSs/s1600/photo-735413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597631887869441298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_ju9H49NiY/Ta7Ii2PbdRI/AAAAAAAAF0k/inxfCtg1dSs/s320/photo-735413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Peanut butter face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3305123198468223319?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3305123198468223319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3305123198468223319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3305123198468223319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3305123198468223319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/04/enjoying-some-pb.html' title='enjoying some pb&amp;j'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_ju9H49NiY/Ta7Ii2PbdRI/AAAAAAAAF0k/inxfCtg1dSs/s72-c/photo-735413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-688508024051024273</id><published>2011-04-12T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:03:32.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Micah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_-UOVEF3MY/TaWRCbCSQRI/AAAAAAAACcs/ebXO9cZUxI4/s1600/IMG_0415.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_-UOVEF3MY/TaWRCbCSQRI/AAAAAAAACcs/ebXO9cZUxI4/s400/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595037582880817426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Micah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend we celebrated your 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday! It is always hard to believe another year has come and gone! Just this week I noticed that when I look at you, your face looks so grown up. All of your “babyness” has faded away and you’ve turned into a little boy! When I looked into your eyes this morning and said with a dramatically sad face, “where did my baby boy go?” you responded with, “I’m your four year old boy now, but I will still give you hugs!” you then gave me a great big hug and said I could still call you peanut as long as I called you my four year old peanut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;You love being a family and often ask if we can all sit on the couch or on the bed together and “be a family.” You will sit there for a while and bask in all the love before you. It brings us so much joy to see you take pleasure in the simple act of being together! One of your favorite things to do right now is the peanut butter jelly sandwich: daddy and mommy are the bread, you are the peanut butter and Livia is the jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;You started preschool this year and have absolutely loved it! Every day you come home with a huge smile on your face and a new piece of artwork. You’ve become so independent this year! I love hearing you sing songs and make up stories while playing by yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;You are an extremely social boy and love spending time with the guys at the IFH. Every night after dinner you walk around the table and ask each of the guys if they want to play a game with you. You usually find one guy that has some free time and you play downstairs in the hallway for a good ½ hour before heading upstairs for your bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You love to sing! My all time favorite singing moment thus far has been during Church when you sang "Christ has died, Christ is risen, Christ will come again" so LOUD that the entire congregation turned around to look at us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are very cautious and sensitive to those around you. It has been a hard year for us as a family and you have learned that mommy needs “medicine” (hugs) when she’s sad. You are compassionate and tender hearted. I pray these characteristics continue to grow with you through the years as you mature into adulthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;This week I’ve been taking you in; trying to memorize your sweet little face and the way you delight in your life. I love you so much and I can’t imagine life without you in it. You are truly a gift and we delight in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Happy Birthday, my sweet little 4 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I Love you forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-688508024051024273?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/688508024051024273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=688508024051024273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/688508024051024273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/688508024051024273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-micah-this-weekend-we-celebrated.html' title='Happy Birthday Micah!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_-UOVEF3MY/TaWRCbCSQRI/AAAAAAAACcs/ebXO9cZUxI4/s72-c/IMG_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3132184311593295443</id><published>2011-04-02T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:00:04.506-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breanna'/><title type='text'>13 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbEE5i594g8/TZadvqO2lDI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/ayn4cgd5Pls/s1600/breannapikespeak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbEE5i594g8/TZadvqO2lDI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/ayn4cgd5Pls/s400/breannapikespeak.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sweet little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been 13 years and I miss you just the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It always takes me by surprise and hits me all at once. One minute I think I’m okay and then all of a sudden it comes crashing down and I can hardly breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This past month I have been walking around with this dull ache in my chest and I haven’t taken much time to think about it. My heart knows what’s coming and my body is starting to grieve your loss. I should know this by now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think about all these years of holding this grief and sorrow and I am struck by the way it has colored my world and infiltrated the depths of my soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pain has become a part of me. I realized a long time ago that I was never going to let go of the pain of losing you, because that pain was a symbol of my deep love for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are still days I cry with the same intensity as the day that you died and I am shocked. I can’t understand how the pain can still be so immense after all these years. I cry out to God for mercy and he cries with me. I feel him enter my soul and experience the burden of my pain. He is right there with me, holding my heart in his hands and it feels so good to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s grace, it’s mercy, breathing life into my soul and healing the darkest parts of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that my relationship with God is real and oftentimes very tangible. I am thankful he draws near and gives me glimpses of himself that are indescribable. But truthfully (selfishly)? I would give it all back to you have you here. The irony of it is that I wouldn’t want to be the me that I was before your death. I would want to be the me that I am &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;because of your death&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;13 years come and gone. I miss you just the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/-9DJ1G5_b-KY/TZady23qzOI/AAAAAAAAF0U/cKiLnzE4jkk/s1600/breannabraces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9DJ1G5_b-KY/TZady23qzOI/AAAAAAAAF0U/cKiLnzE4jkk/s1600/breannabraces.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/8163817-3132184311593295443?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3132184311593295443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3132184311593295443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3132184311593295443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3132184311593295443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/04/13-years.html' title='13 years'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbEE5i594g8/TZadvqO2lDI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/ayn4cgd5Pls/s72-c/breannapikespeak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2686124108750606620</id><published>2011-03-27T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:15:26.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>the view from here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81hPm-pihLk/TY93e_XfTxI/AAAAAAAAFzw/uMmOFqSL9qc/s1600/photo-765795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588817036879810322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81hPm-pihLk/TY93e_XfTxI/AAAAAAAAFzw/uMmOFqSL9qc/s320/photo-765795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This makes 6 mile runs easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2686124108750606620?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81hPm-pihLk/TY93e_XfTxI/AAAAAAAAFzw/uMmOFqSL9qc/s72-c/photo-765795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5562982580960563372</id><published>2011-03-26T23:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:15:50.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><title type='text'>feed your mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaxT93M_Icc/TY6qkQ71c1I/AAAAAAAAFzo/0Gpza-XmoLE/s1600/photo-708931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588591727611310930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaxT93M_Icc/TY6qkQ71c1I/AAAAAAAAFzo/0Gpza-XmoLE/s320/photo-708931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A word about your mother. &lt;br /&gt;If you take from your sponge you should feed your sponge so you don't have to start all over again. &lt;br /&gt;Our original recipe called for 3/4 cup water and 1 1/4 cups unbleached all-purpose flour. So, mix that up and add to it every time you take from it! &lt;br /&gt;Happy bread making!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5562982580960563372?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5562982580960563372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5562982580960563372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5562982580960563372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5562982580960563372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/feed-your-mother.html' title='feed your mother'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaxT93M_Icc/TY6qkQ71c1I/AAAAAAAAFzo/0Gpza-XmoLE/s72-c/photo-708931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-4479146701615764044</id><published>2011-03-25T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:29:00.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micah'/><title type='text'>peanut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;We're riding in the car and Micah asks me a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: what did you say baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Micah&lt;/b&gt;: Mama, I'm not a baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: oh right. Sorry buddy. Sometimes I feel like you're still my little baby. Can I still call you peanut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Micah&lt;/b&gt;: yeah mama, I'll always be your peanut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGICqaAbj78/TYupqKy3K0I/AAAAAAAAFzE/Q9fMMBGmElA/s1600/photo-768821.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587746304600517442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGICqaAbj78/TYupqKy3K0I/AAAAAAAAFzE/Q9fMMBGmElA/s320/photo-768821.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm really gonna miss these days. I can't ever have them back. Better savor. every. moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my little peanut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-4479146701615764044?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/4479146701615764044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=4479146701615764044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4479146701615764044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4479146701615764044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/peanut.html' title='peanut'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGICqaAbj78/TYupqKy3K0I/AAAAAAAAFzE/Q9fMMBGmElA/s72-c/photo-768821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-7817816615818363204</id><published>2011-03-25T16:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:02:04.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>go make some bread part iv</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TchjaVwcALI/TYz3Wt1NgrI/AAAAAAAAFzY/o6yt2xmFFoo/s1600/image-793982.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TchjaVwcALI/TYz3Wt1NgrI/AAAAAAAAFzY/o6yt2xmFFoo/s320/image-793982.png"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588113207291904690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kiSdnA3HOU/TYz3W7qvzFI/AAAAAAAAFzg/pfvlPrU0u64/s1600/photo%2B1-795239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kiSdnA3HOU/TYz3W7qvzFI/AAAAAAAAFzg/pfvlPrU0u64/s320/photo%2B1-795239.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588113211006110802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is it! Your loaves should be nice and full now! Turn up the oven and let it preheat to 500 degrees. Make sure it is preheated before you put the bread in there! Stick a pan that has a rim in the lower rack while you&amp;#39;re at it! This will be used for water to create a steamy environment for the bread to really rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those perfect little balls of dough. Now give them a big slash across the top. Or two or three. Whatever you want here. Just make sure you slash so it has enough rising power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stick your bread in the oven and shut the door. Grab 2 cups of water and pour it in the lower pan and quick! shut the door! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your timer for 35 minutes and wait for the smell to fill up your whole house. Check on your bread after 35 minutes and if it is dark golden brown you can take it out and let it cool on a rack. I've also allowed it to cool on the pan and that's ok too. The bottom of your bread should make a hollow thump noise when it is done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it cool for about an hour and then savor the goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-7817816615818363204?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/7817816615818363204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=7817816615818363204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7817816615818363204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7817816615818363204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-make-some-bread-part-iv.html' title='go make some bread part iv'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TchjaVwcALI/TYz3Wt1NgrI/AAAAAAAAFzY/o6yt2xmFFoo/s72-c/image-793982.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6759672842817648411</id><published>2011-03-25T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:19:42.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>go make some bread part III</title><content type='html'>So, how do your little dough balls look?&lt;br /&gt;Something like this, I presume??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qLgS9A4D1-I/TYyifBNQD4I/AAAAAAAAFzM/nqiMrIT-v9M/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qLgS9A4D1-I/TYyifBNQD4I/AAAAAAAAFzM/nqiMrIT-v9M/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at all those nice pockets of air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might be a little misshapen after their night of beauty sleep in the fridge. Don't worry about it. Just flour your hands up and tuck and fold once again until you have a nice little taut ball of dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Vp3_pDSu3qs/TYyihdMNnLI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/mrf35ooCsck/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Vp3_pDSu3qs/TYyihdMNnLI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/mrf35ooCsck/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place them on a floured baking sheet (at least 3 inches apart) and then cover them loosely but completely with some plastic wrap, I also place a towel over the top. Make sure you sprinkle a little flour on top to avoid sticking (it's always a good idea to flour/oil the dough to avoid sticking in each step). Give them a few more hours of beauty sleep (say 2-3) until they have loosened up and seem relaxed. You will see some bubbles start to form under the surface as it proofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I said this would be 3 posts long. I guess it will be more like 4 steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're almost finished! One step closer to shoving your face with warm steamy, delicious bread! Keep your chin up! Tonight is the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6759672842817648411?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6759672842817648411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6759672842817648411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6759672842817648411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6759672842817648411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-make-some-bread-part-iii.html' title='go make some bread part III'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qLgS9A4D1-I/TYyifBNQD4I/AAAAAAAAFzM/nqiMrIT-v9M/s72-c/IMG_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8554171640883189252</id><published>2011-03-24T11:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:59:54.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>go make some bread part II</title><content type='html'>Did you make your sponge? Is it bubbling over with yeasty goodness?&lt;br /&gt;First step is already down! Wasn't that easy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;From start to finish this process takes about 30 minutes (and that includes waiting 10 minutes for the autolyse).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-piQvz0qSIAw/TYtjDUmjmMI/AAAAAAAAFy0/Vvx3gjKP1Bk/s1600/IMG_0452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-piQvz0qSIAw/TYtjDUmjmMI/AAAAAAAAFy0/Vvx3gjKP1Bk/s400/IMG_0452.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You need bread flour, all-purpose flour, water, a pinch of yeast, salt, sugar, and of course, your sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe from: Flour Bakery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/2 cups water (360 grams) at body temperature (when you put your finger in it, it should feel neither hot nor cold)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups (280 grams) unbleached all-purpose flour, plus 2 to 3 tablespoons for baking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups (300 grams) bread flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 oz (340 grams) (roughly 1 1/4 cup) bread sponge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinch of active dry yeast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teaspoons kosher salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put the water, 2 cups all purpose flour and bread flour in the mixer (fitted with a dough hook) on low speed for about 1 minute. If the dough doesn't come together after a minute you'll want to add a teeny bit of water. The dough should look shaggy and rough like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-herhjU8lLbE/TYtjHdnpBKI/AAAAAAAAFzA/i5RJaq8Xeus/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-herhjU8lLbE/TYtjHdnpBKI/AAAAAAAAFzA/i5RJaq8Xeus/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shaggy dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cover it up with plastic and let it sit for 10 minutes (this is called an autolyse. I just learned about this a few days ago. This process allows the dough to be hydrated and makes for easier mixing down the road.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now clean up your mess while you wait for the autolyse so you don't have to clean up later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, add the sponge, yeast, salt and sugar and mix on medium-low speed for about 3-4 minutes. The first time I made this dough I had to stop the mixer a few times and scrape the bowl to get the stuff to mix up. This time I added a teeny bit of water and it mixed up nicely. Either way is fine. Just go with whatever works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a few minutes, the dough should be somewhat sticky, but feel smooth (like an earlobe as Joanne writes in her book!). If it is stiffer than this, mix in a tablespoon (or two) of water. If it is too loose, mix in a tablespoon (or two) of flour. If you aren't using a mixer, you will need to spend about 5-6 minutes kneading the bread and get some pretty sweet biceps in the process!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point, your dough will look something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YpTNxXHijFg/TYtjGrARBAI/AAAAAAAAFy8/BWBvcwiLoQY/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YpTNxXHijFg/TYtjGrARBAI/AAAAAAAAFy8/BWBvcwiLoQY/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a nice smooth ball of earlobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lightly oil (I use olive oil) a large bowl. Transfer the dough to the bowl and turn it once to coat it. Lightly cover the bowl with a piece of oiled plastic wrap and put your little baby to bed for about 2-3 hours in a draft-free, warm (78-82 degrees is perfect) place. I turn my oven on the warm setting (about 200 degrees) and set the bowl on top of the stove. The dough will rise up a little bit (not a whole lot) and it will feel a little loose and relaxed and somewhat sticky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the dough has rested for a sufficient amount of time you will want to flour your hands and a clean surface. Turn the dough out and divide it in half (you can use a knife or a bench scraper). Shape each half into a ball by tucking the edges of the dough underneath until you have a nice ball with a taut surface.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, wrap the balls up in plastic and put them in a ziploc bag, or put them into oiled bread pans (whatever suits your fancy). Let them sit in the fridge overnight and we'll come back to them in the morning!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're going to have beautiful, delicious, homemade bread for dinner tomorrow and you've only spent about 1 hour making it so far!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, it will be worth the wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-8554171640883189252?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8554171640883189252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8554171640883189252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8554171640883189252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8554171640883189252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-make-some-bread-part-ii.html' title='go make some bread part II'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-piQvz0qSIAw/TYtjDUmjmMI/AAAAAAAAFy0/Vvx3gjKP1Bk/s72-c/IMG_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-7020303459868450083</id><published>2011-03-23T17:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:01:27.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>go make some bread.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are some ridiculously easy recipes out there for no knead bread. You just mix up some flour, water, yeast and salt and let it sit overnight; pull off a chunk when you need it and bake it up! Seriously simple. The dough can sit in the refrigerator for up to 9 days too! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been using this recipe for a few months now and I’m pleased. The bread usually turns out just right and who doesn’t love a steamy loaf of freshly baked bread? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I decided to take it up a notch this week and use a recipe from my favorite bakery in Boston. Joanne Chang’s recipe for Country Bread is worth it. Even if you’re not a bread maker, I bet you can make this bread (cause I’m not a bread maker and I just made this bread).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AWdTuSPz_MM/TYpfqQZHFJI/AAAAAAAAFyg/xNR50os-fa8/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AWdTuSPz_MM/TYpfqQZHFJI/AAAAAAAAFyg/xNR50os-fa8/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, making good bread takes time. But, you don’t have to sit there and watch the yeast grow or make sure the dough rises. All you have to do is spend about three 20- minute intervals preparing for the best bread of your life. If you make this bread it will totally rock your socks off. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t even compare this bread to the no knead bread. It has a very different taste and texture altogether. It may look similar, but don’t let the photo fool you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m going to do three separate posts for this bread because I don’t want you to get overwhelmed. Just do each step as it comes and you will surprise yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;First, you need to make a sponge. A sponge makes a big difference here. It only takes a few minutes to make a sponge and you really only have to do it once. After you’ve made the sponge, you just need to “feed” it each day and it will be happy. It will literally last forever. A sponge serves as the base for many great bread recipes and it really adds a ton of flavor to your bread. At Flour bakery it is referred to as “the Mother.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is what my sponge looks like now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Zo6d2RzlZ4/TYpgD64YxWI/AAAAAAAAFyk/1OUdlC3f874/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6Zo6d2RzlZ4/TYpgD64YxWI/AAAAAAAAFyk/1OUdlC3f874/s320/IMG_0421.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: left;"&gt;Pretty much looks like a fermented sludge of flour and water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, take 10 minutes and make a sponge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recipe by: Flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;¾ cup (180 grams) water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 ¾ cups (175 grams) unbleached all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;¼ teaspoon of active dry yeast (SAF red instant yeast works well, I’ve had very consistent results with it! If you buy a big bag of yeast you’ll need to store the extra in the fridge or freezer) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a medium bowl, stir together the water, 1 cup (140 grams) of the flour, and the yeast until well mixed and sloshy. Place in a covered container and leave at room temperature for at least 4 hours or up to 8 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stir in the remaining ¼ cup (35 grams) flour, which will cause the spoge to stiffen up into a loose dough. Re-cover and leave in the refrigerator overnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Use as directed in individual recipes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Find a nice breathable container to store the sponge in. I use this container:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XuQ6PryDzX0/TYpgc3ly5TI/AAAAAAAAFyo/e8DZWUkvscc/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XuQ6PryDzX0/TYpgc3ly5TI/AAAAAAAAFyo/e8DZWUkvscc/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My best friend &lt;a href="http://www.ohcestsibon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Corrie&lt;/a&gt; uses a jar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-7020303459868450083?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/7020303459868450083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=7020303459868450083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7020303459868450083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7020303459868450083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-make-some-bread.html' title='go make some bread.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AWdTuSPz_MM/TYpfqQZHFJI/AAAAAAAAFyg/xNR50os-fa8/s72-c/IMG_0406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8699125320587021755</id><published>2011-03-23T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:03:13.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdk1oZB8t8w/TYon0lQg2tI/AAAAAAAAFyY/C_OAwrDZGow/s1600/photo-793717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdk1oZB8t8w/TYon0lQg2tI/AAAAAAAAFyY/C_OAwrDZGow/s320/photo-793717.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587322072014576338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There&amp;#39;s a pirate in my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-8699125320587021755?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8699125320587021755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8699125320587021755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8699125320587021755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8699125320587021755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/argh.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdk1oZB8t8w/TYon0lQg2tI/AAAAAAAAFyY/C_OAwrDZGow/s72-c/photo-793717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8632258108912917086</id><published>2011-03-22T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:17:17.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>standing!</title><content type='html'>Livie is officially standing up on her own.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she's pretty awesome right now. First she looks around to make sure people are watching and then she stands up, sits back down and claps for herself! It's hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;Go Livie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object 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://i.ytimg.com/vi/xtT0-5g7IS8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtT0-5g7IS8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtT0-5g7IS8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" 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/8163817-8632258108912917086?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8632258108912917086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8632258108912917086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8632258108912917086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8632258108912917086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/standing.html' title='standing!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6011997191642109436</id><published>2011-03-21T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T10:46:18.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>joseph</title><content type='html'>Our Church community is reading through scripture together during this season of lent and posting responses on a blog. I read the text this morning and wanted to share my thoughts here. Because I don't want to forget. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postcontent" id="content-81" style="color: #555555; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 60px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Reading through the story of Joeseph this morning and I put myself in his shoes for a moment. The weight of betrayal and rejection are heavy on my heart and I am overwhelmed by the painful reality of Joseph’s circumstances. I continue to read through the story and I am struck by Joseph’s perspective. I (the reader) know that God is faithful to redeem Joseph’s life and actually fulfill the dreams and visions he has as a teenager. It is easy for me to trust in the faithfulness of God and rest in him as I look at the broader picture. But Joseph chooses to trust in God’s faithfulness even as he walks through what might be the most painful moment of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Walking through the death of my daughter has been painful. It has forced me to reconsider my views about God and how he works and what he considers good. In the midst of all my questioning and doubt I always come back to the faithfulness of God. One thing stays the same and will never change. God’s faithfulness to generations is written in his word and I can trust that his faithfulness will be the same today. He is constant and steadfast, even when it breaks my heart to believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;When I think about what Joseph went through I am shocked to see his response. Sometimes it is difficult to grasp how God’s people can walk through such pain and suffering and still manage to cling to him (without actually knowing what lies ahead). I know now that it has nothing to do with God’s people and everything to do with God. Oftentimes I fear what might come my way and how I could possibly handle any more pain. But I know that God is faithful to give me what I need and I don’t have to worry about what comes my way, because it is only (only. . . only . . only) by the grace of God that I can face my pain and suffering with a joyful heart that trusts in the Hope of glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;The humility that Joseph shows in the end is a beautiful picture. May we all seek to trust God for all that we need and leave the judgment up to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #555555; font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&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/8163817-6011997191642109436?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6011997191642109436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6011997191642109436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6011997191642109436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6011997191642109436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/joseph.html' title='joseph'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3542527457858707884</id><published>2011-03-19T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:44:41.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk0Cfr5VNz8/TYTbVvv6U5I/AAAAAAAAFx0/oMO-nOa94PY/s1600/photo%2B1-733417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585830604487414674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk0Cfr5VNz8/TYTbVvv6U5I/AAAAAAAAFx0/oMO-nOa94PY/s320/photo%2B1-733417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYhaD3aW_-E/TYTbVyV9RUI/AAAAAAAAFx8/9mLZCEhYxoY/s1600/photo%2B2-734944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585830605183862082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYhaD3aW_-E/TYTbVyV9RUI/AAAAAAAAFx8/9mLZCEhYxoY/s320/photo%2B2-734944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Micah found this picture in our stack of magazines and decided he would try to duplicate it. Looks like we have a little budding artist on our hands! The bottom one is kind of faint, but if you look closely you can see that he actually made a pretty good picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3542527457858707884?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3542527457858707884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3542527457858707884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3542527457858707884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3542527457858707884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-artist.html' title='little artist'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk0Cfr5VNz8/TYTbVvv6U5I/AAAAAAAAFx0/oMO-nOa94PY/s72-c/photo%2B1-733417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3645216916828461396</id><published>2011-03-18T22:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:50:51.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's this close</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfLPw86IxJ4/TYQaDNxKEDI/AAAAAAAAFxs/P23xqO4IMdk/s1600/photo-751796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfLPw86IxJ4/TYQaDNxKEDI/AAAAAAAAFxs/P23xqO4IMdk/s320/photo-751796.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585618080384028722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She&amp;#39;ll be walking soon!&lt;br&gt;(hopefully not before daddy can be here to enjoy it too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3645216916828461396?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3645216916828461396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3645216916828461396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3645216916828461396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3645216916828461396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/shes-this-close.html' title='She&apos;s this close'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfLPw86IxJ4/TYQaDNxKEDI/AAAAAAAAFxs/P23xqO4IMdk/s72-c/photo-751796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-494873972979713106</id><published>2011-03-01T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:00:25.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on justice in the city</title><content type='html'>We go on a retreat with our Church every 6 months to reconnect and talk about our mission and vision. We just returned from another retreat and there was a lot of good discussion I don't want to forget. We talked about doing justice in the city and what that means for our community. We brainstormed about ways we can administer justice and seek to restore God's people in a broken world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oftentimes, as a mother a two, the work of social justice can seem out of reach and nearly impossible. I have diapers to change, mouths to feed, baths to give and stories to read! Yet, I can't stop thinking about the call. The simple call to love as Christ loves. What does this mean for a busy mother of two young children living in the city? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly? I don't know. I wish I had a great answer that would lift the burden off my heart and cause me to move forward, but this is a weighty issue that requires careful thought and consideration. This is an issue that should radically change the way I live and interact with people all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus loves without condition, without bounds, without discrimination and without hesitation. How does that translate in to my life and the people I interact with each day (including my own children!)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What talents, privileges and powers do I have that can be used for the advancement of others (rather than the advancement of myself)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I truly want my life to reflect the glory of God and his redemptive plan for creation, I have to consider my life and be willing to make some drastic changes. Changes that involve uncomfortable adjustments and new perspectives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day I have to be willing to ask the question, what does God want? Does God want me to succeed and accomplish great things, or does God want me to bring people closer to Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-494873972979713106?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/494873972979713106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=494873972979713106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/494873972979713106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/494873972979713106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-justice-in-city.html' title='on justice in the city'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5044444500948047506</id><published>2011-02-28T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:20:45.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last christmas post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Here are a few more pictures from Christmas. I wish I had more pictures to post! Livie and Wes are warming up to each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9n-PmWHN9mA/TWvneMYsG9I/AAAAAAAAFwU/v6gfp_g5CZE/s1600/IMG_2987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9n-PmWHN9mA/TWvneMYsG9I/AAAAAAAAFwU/v6gfp_g5CZE/s320/IMG_2987.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This picture is hilarious. Micah and Maddie have the same exact face. They were totally convinced this was the real deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5EqPfAOGQ8/TWvneWl9BxI/AAAAAAAAFwc/ErYdShFToq0/s1600/IMG_3083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s5EqPfAOGQ8/TWvneWl9BxI/AAAAAAAAFwc/ErYdShFToq0/s320/IMG_3083.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Papa took Micah on the carousel at the zoo. He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xWAXEl7rmR0/TWvne-lcM8I/AAAAAAAAFwk/tCypS_TdwpY/s1600/IMG_6839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xWAXEl7rmR0/TWvne-lcM8I/AAAAAAAAFwk/tCypS_TdwpY/s320/IMG_6839.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Last lunch date before heading back to Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ1N8qfL3N4/TWvne87sgII/AAAAAAAAFws/4jlhiltv8os/s1600/IMG_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ1N8qfL3N4/TWvne87sgII/AAAAAAAAFws/4jlhiltv8os/s320/IMG_6897.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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 src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5044444500948047506?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5044444500948047506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5044444500948047506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5044444500948047506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5044444500948047506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-christmas-post.html' title='last christmas post'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9n-PmWHN9mA/TWvneMYsG9I/AAAAAAAAFwU/v6gfp_g5CZE/s72-c/IMG_2987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2571659168145577534</id><published>2011-02-27T19:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:00:00.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;We had such a great time with family this year in Colorado. Micah is really starting to love his cousin, Maddie and they play so well together! By the end of the week they were running around like brother and sister complete with sibling rivalry and make up hugs. They have a very special relationship and we are so thankful we can spend weeks like this together. It has been such a joy to see their little friendship blossom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Micah and Maddie check out the new baby, Weston and munch on their morning bagels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElTckqWHdgc/TWp9hiM790I/AAAAAAAACbk/SZNeij1AZkU/s1600/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElTckqWHdgc/TWp9hiM790I/AAAAAAAACbk/SZNeij1AZkU/s400/IMG_3018.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Weston is all smiles and hardly ever gets fussy. He will take all the hugs and cuddles he can get! I can't wait to see what kind of friendship develops between Weston and Livia. Oh the fun they will have! Here is a sweet picture of Micah and Wes with Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DWiwlGpLc00/TWp9hiOhYSI/AAAAAAAACbs/qCePWStaEn0/s1600/IMG_3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DWiwlGpLc00/TWp9hiOhYSI/AAAAAAAACbs/qCePWStaEn0/s400/IMG_3037.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Uncle Kevin and Auntie Joni are so much fun! They get a LOT of joy out of celebrating their neices and nephews! We are still working on Kevin and trying to get him out to Boston. We think he would enjoy the city, but only when it's warm! ;) These dolls were hilarious. If you push their belly their mouth opens and they sing a song for you. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYlyr7OELpE/TWp9h0pIIDI/AAAAAAAACb0/QM5t65zzBb4/s1600/IMG_3058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYlyr7OELpE/TWp9h0pIIDI/AAAAAAAACb0/QM5t65zzBb4/s400/IMG_3058.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;My dad dressed up as Santa again this year and the kids totally believed it! It was precious to see their reactions and excitement over Santa coming to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;their &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;house! Maddie is not so sure about Santa in this pic, but she warmed right up to him after awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOGUZnPTKIE/TWp9h5Ip4KI/AAAAAAAACb8/16XXynJ170c/s1600/IMG_3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOGUZnPTKIE/TWp9h5Ip4KI/AAAAAAAACb8/16XXynJ170c/s400/IMG_3065.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Creating memories and traditions like these has been so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;More pics and stories to come. December, we're not done with you yet! Do you think I can finish by the end of February??&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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2571659168145577534?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2571659168145577534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2571659168145577534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2571659168145577534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2571659168145577534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-christmas.html' title='more christmas'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElTckqWHdgc/TWp9hiM790I/AAAAAAAACbk/SZNeij1AZkU/s72-c/IMG_3018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2097771336227048118</id><published>2011-02-27T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T11:05:54.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You must believe in the yes that comes back when you ask, "Do you love me?" You must choose this yes even when you do not experience it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You feel overwhelmed by the distractions, fantasies, and the disturbing desire to throw yourself into the world of pleasure. But you know already that you will not find there an answer to your deepest question. Nor does the answer lie in rehashing old events, or in guilt or shame. All of that makes you dissipate yourself and leave the rock on which your house is built.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have to trust the place that is solid, the place where you can say yes to God's love even when you do not feel it. Right now you feel nothing except emptiness and the lack of strength to choose. But keep saying, "God loves me, and God's love is enough." You have to choose the solid place over and over again and return to it after every failure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&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; &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; - Henri Nouwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of a difficult week and choosing to say yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2097771336227048118?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2097771336227048118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2097771336227048118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2097771336227048118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2097771336227048118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/yes.html' title='yes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8096855765867245687</id><published>2011-02-27T07:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T07:56:34.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ8cRiqewes/TWpKAonQpNI/AAAAAAAAFwM/mDQ6GE1DEv0/s1600/photo-794489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ8cRiqewes/TWpKAonQpNI/AAAAAAAAFwM/mDQ6GE1DEv0/s320/photo-794489.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578352463214322898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I thought we were done with this. I know it&amp;#39;s only the end of February, but it&amp;#39;s been a long winter in the city and my kids are going stir crazy! &lt;br&gt;Suggestions for inside activities for active 4 year olds are welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-8096855765867245687?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8096855765867245687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8096855765867245687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8096855765867245687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8096855765867245687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/this.html' title='this'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ8cRiqewes/TWpKAonQpNI/AAAAAAAAFwM/mDQ6GE1DEv0/s72-c/photo-794489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-4667135190103011996</id><published>2011-02-25T16:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:51:45.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-gzxxENPf4/TWgkchOu-uI/AAAAAAAAFwE/oLUe-cbSUyk/s1600/photo-705480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-gzxxENPf4/TWgkchOu-uI/AAAAAAAAFwE/oLUe-cbSUyk/s320/photo-705480.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577748210873465570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Rainy day love. These two make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-4667135190103011996?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/4667135190103011996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=4667135190103011996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4667135190103011996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4667135190103011996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/rainy-day.html' title='rainy day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-gzxxENPf4/TWgkchOu-uI/AAAAAAAAFwE/oLUe-cbSUyk/s72-c/photo-705480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5367119377991228296</id><published>2011-02-18T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:11:10.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcPtQhvs-1s/TV8Kn_Bq0QI/AAAAAAAAFv4/QXzfFSQRFBk/s1600/photo-770901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcPtQhvs-1s/TV8Kn_Bq0QI/AAAAAAAAFv4/QXzfFSQRFBk/s320/photo-770901.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575186545757573378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Days like this are a good reminder that spring is coming! That&amp;#39;s especially nice when you are still up to your ears in ice and snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5367119377991228296?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5367119377991228296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5367119377991228296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5367119377991228296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5367119377991228296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcPtQhvs-1s/TV8Kn_Bq0QI/AAAAAAAAFv4/QXzfFSQRFBk/s72-c/photo-770901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-913251234677916452</id><published>2011-02-12T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T08:21:17.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Livia and I flew in to Denver before heading down to CO Springs for New Year's this year. We spent some good time with my dear friend,  "Auntie Corrie" and all I have to show for it is this picture of Livia in her kitchen sink! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;I can assure you that good times were had though. Good food and good talks = good times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGqx9NRt_Q4/TVaJTOjPDII/AAAAAAAACbc/H4F6oQH4K7I/s1600/IMG_6821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGqx9NRt_Q4/TVaJTOjPDII/AAAAAAAACbc/H4F6oQH4K7I/s400/IMG_6821.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Auntie Corrie will be coming to Boston for a visit in a few weeks! We are looking forward to some more time and some better pics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGqx9NRt_Q4/TVaJTOjPDII/AAAAAAAACbc/H4F6oQH4K7I/s1600/IMG_6821.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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 src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-913251234677916452?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/913251234677916452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=913251234677916452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/913251234677916452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/913251234677916452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/denver.html' title='Denver'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGqx9NRt_Q4/TVaJTOjPDII/AAAAAAAACbc/H4F6oQH4K7I/s72-c/IMG_6821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-4618205132427715061</id><published>2011-02-11T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:02:19.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas did happen for us this year. We enjoyed a really low key Christmas morning/day with our little family of four. Chris and I had a special Christmas Eve together and then woke up with the kids the following morning to open presents and make crepes. It was fun to celebrate Christmas at home and create some new traditions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to open gifts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXOwuxtlHrs/TVXbuSi166I/AAAAAAAAFvg/yrnzyf9dB24/s1600/IMG_6788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXOwuxtlHrs/TVXbuSi166I/AAAAAAAAFvg/yrnzyf9dB24/s320/IMG_6788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Yummy morning brunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juD3BQNiLPI/TVXbuUPU-0I/AAAAAAAAFvo/T55TaXna_W0/s1600/IMG_6802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-juD3BQNiLPI/TVXbuUPU-0I/AAAAAAAAFvo/T55TaXna_W0/s320/IMG_6802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We bought each child a "big" gift and then one or two smaller gifts. Micah is loving his electric train set (and so are the guys in the house!) and Livia loves her activity table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3eHPDnxUQ8/TVXbusgYNdI/AAAAAAAAFvw/3BZh5fOOd9E/s1600/IMG_6806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3eHPDnxUQ8/TVXbusgYNdI/AAAAAAAAFvw/3BZh5fOOd9E/s320/IMG_6806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to believe another Christmas has come and gone. I wonder what this next year will hold...&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: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 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/8163817-4618205132427715061?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/4618205132427715061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=4618205132427715061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4618205132427715061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4618205132427715061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GXOwuxtlHrs/TVXbuSi166I/AAAAAAAAFvg/yrnzyf9dB24/s72-c/IMG_6788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3357951056741335302</id><published>2011-02-10T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:52:43.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister in law took some fun photos of us while we were in CO for Christmas. These are a few of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1H11B1CPWk/TVRBgcl4B8I/AAAAAAAAFvI/HZcBtYvWYbU/s1600/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1H11B1CPWk/TVRBgcl4B8I/AAAAAAAAFvI/HZcBtYvWYbU/s320/IMG_3200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dw3XduB5FyE/TVRBgg2L-XI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/Tru5ajzzIkY/s1600/IMG_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dw3XduB5FyE/TVRBgg2L-XI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/Tru5ajzzIkY/s320/IMG_3258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaN06o_J_kI/TVRBg9AkQmI/AAAAAAAAFvY/d-8zxzH62OI/s1600/IMG_3334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xaN06o_J_kI/TVRBg9AkQmI/AAAAAAAAFvY/d-8zxzH62OI/s320/IMG_3334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 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/8163817-3357951056741335302?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3357951056741335302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3357951056741335302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3357951056741335302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3357951056741335302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1H11B1CPWk/TVRBgcl4B8I/AAAAAAAAFvI/HZcBtYvWYbU/s72-c/IMG_3200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5572150529795666366</id><published>2011-02-08T17:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:55:44.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>caught</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TVHJ8AQOaCI/AAAAAAAAFvA/L9psKoIcJS0/s1600/photo-744099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TVHJ8AQOaCI/AAAAAAAAFvA/L9psKoIcJS0/s400/photo-744099.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571456246731401250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;just another morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5572150529795666366?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5572150529795666366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5572150529795666366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5572150529795666366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5572150529795666366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/caught.html' title='caught'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TVHJ8AQOaCI/AAAAAAAAFvA/L9psKoIcJS0/s72-c/photo-744099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5696638053221961511</id><published>2011-02-03T14:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:00:51.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snowy days in boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr7a8aueJI/AAAAAAAAFuc/KI_6My70tCk/s1600/photo%2B1-751935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr7a8aueJI/AAAAAAAAFuc/KI_6My70tCk/s400/photo%2B1-751935.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569540329510434962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr7biwC0oI/AAAAAAAAFuk/rVTVM8oOzFI/s1600/photo%2B2-762228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr7biwC0oI/AAAAAAAAFuk/rVTVM8oOzFI/s400/photo%2B2-762228.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569540339800396418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr7cZiKcMI/AAAAAAAAFus/fl9pt7gmINc/s1600/photo%2B3-764257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr7cZiKcMI/AAAAAAAAFus/fl9pt7gmINc/s400/photo%2B3-764257.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569540354506125506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5696638053221961511?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5696638053221961511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5696638053221961511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5696638053221961511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5696638053221961511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowy-days-in-boston.html' title='snowy days in boston'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr7a8aueJI/AAAAAAAAFuc/KI_6My70tCk/s72-c/photo%2B1-751935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3142741963685428568</id><published>2011-02-03T13:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:40:53.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coming out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr1VnA6WLI/AAAAAAAAFuU/ilmNhIyC4Pc/s1600/photo-702233.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569533640795904178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr1VnA6WLI/AAAAAAAAFuU/ilmNhIyC4Pc/s400/photo-702233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;We're coming out of a rough few weeks of sinus infections, pink eye and nasty coughs. Thankful today for my health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I took this picture awhile ago when we had one of our first big storms. Livia is such a daredevil! She cried and cried until I put her on the sled. Then it was all smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;The weather here (and everywhere else!) is crazy. There is no room in Boston for more snow. And yet, there are still more storms to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Hopefully I can post more soon about life with the Stroups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3142741963685428568?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3142741963685428568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3142741963685428568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3142741963685428568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3142741963685428568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/02/coming-out.html' title='coming out'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TUr1VnA6WLI/AAAAAAAAFuU/ilmNhIyC4Pc/s72-c/photo-702233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8323524144670852157</id><published>2011-01-13T18:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:57:44.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister (aunt jojo) has quarterly training in New Jersey and she usually tries to get her flight into or out of Boston while on the East Coast. She was able to do that a few weeks ago right before Christmas. It was a fun, but quick little visit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Livie is learning to say "jojo," it is soooo cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS-Ehk7sLvI/AAAAAAAAFs0/i25f-VApRbk/s1600/IMG_6675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS-Ehk7sLvI/AAAAAAAAFs0/i25f-VApRbk/s400/IMG_6675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Micah loves to hang with Aunt Jojo! She is so great with the kids and they absolutely adore her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS-EhrlDt-I/AAAAAAAAFs8/M3u5VhfLfXY/s1600/IMG_6698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS-EhrlDt-I/AAAAAAAAFs8/M3u5VhfLfXY/s400/IMG_6698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Not a great photo, but we went to the aquarium and Micah was loving this fish exhibit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS-Eh_TxTAI/AAAAAAAAFtE/5OVUMURNJUA/s1600/IMG_6700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS-Eh_TxTAI/AAAAAAAAFtE/5OVUMURNJUA/s400/IMG_6700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Really wish we lived closer! &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: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 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/8163817-8323524144670852157?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8323524144670852157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8323524144670852157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8323524144670852157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8323524144670852157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/01/jojo.html' title='Jojo'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS-Ehk7sLvI/AAAAAAAAFs0/i25f-VApRbk/s72-c/IMG_6675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8411227036684028385</id><published>2011-01-13T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:17:45.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasta'/><title type='text'>Tummy woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just recently discovered that my body is rejecting all things dairy (all of a sudden). So, I've had to learn a new way of eating and it's definitely challenging me. I usually have something dairy (cheese, milk, butter, yogurt) with every meal! I made this pasta the other day and it was surprisingly good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had these heirloom tomatoes on sale at Trader Joe's and I couldn't resist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561431877798128674" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4s076w7CI/AAAAAAAAFr8/1VHe_Vm4s8M/s400/IMG_5989.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I threw them in to a bowl and seasoned with sea salt, garlic and pepper and let it marinate for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561431880378805842" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4s1FiC7lI/AAAAAAAAFsE/qKDKPZD3PiU/s400/IMG_5991.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the tomatoes marinated I started cooking some pasta. Then, took some big fat pieces of basil, cut them up and threw them in to my tomatoes (yeah, I didn't use the wilted pieces, don't worry!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561431888460083682" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4s1joxceI/AAAAAAAAFsM/x-VPL--8npc/s400/IMG_5993.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, I chopped up some garlic and sauted it with some olive oil. Then I drained my pasta, reserving about a 1/4 cup of the starchy water, and mixed it right into the pan with the garlic and oil; gave it a good swirl and seasoned with a little S + P (again, to taste).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561431900324342258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4s2P1bqfI/AAAAAAAAFsc/RhwWl4ZGyb0/s400/IMG_5997.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crumble some goat cheese over the top (goat cheese works for me because it has less dairy than other cheese. . . ..thank goodness!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561432863600349074" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4tuUUVD5I/AAAAAAAAFsk/RftgfO-oGRk/s400/IMG_5998.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Threw it all into a big bowl and tossed with the marinated tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561432867177094386" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4tuhpF3PI/AAAAAAAAFss/Ot3mMXUDl7A/s400/IMG_6000.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easy peasy!!&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/8163817-8411227036684028385?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8411227036684028385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8411227036684028385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8411227036684028385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8411227036684028385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/01/tummy-woes.html' title='Tummy woes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4s076w7CI/AAAAAAAAFr8/1VHe_Vm4s8M/s72-c/IMG_5989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-4496703710405720105</id><published>2011-01-12T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:46:05.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving at the IFH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;We had another successful Thanksgiving at the IFH this year! I made 3 Turkeys and all were well received. I told myself I wasn't going to do that again, but I couldn't help myself. Thanksgiving is a special holiday and I'm so happy to share it with these guys from around the world. We had about 30 people in attendance and all the food was a big hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iSzRnnQI/AAAAAAAAFq0/8-UMQDNoZUc/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iSzRnnQI/AAAAAAAAFq0/8-UMQDNoZUc/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had some great help in the kitchen and couldn't have done it without the help this year! I enlisted the help of our neighborhood group and we cranked out some delicious mashed potatoes, cranberry stuffing and apple pie. It was fun to be in the kitchen with some great friends!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben had to have a Turkey leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iTCU0fVI/AAAAAAAAFq8/nU_bdqty9z8/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iTCU0fVI/AAAAAAAAFq8/nU_bdqty9z8/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gorgeous Turkeys ready for carving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iTcs1f7I/AAAAAAAAFrE/7bKCxLMYY5s/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iTcs1f7I/AAAAAAAAFrE/7bKCxLMYY5s/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is just a shot I took before cooking to show how ginormous these Turkeys were. In fact, they were SO ginormous that I couldn't cook them all the way through in time. We ended up deconstructing them after a few hours to try to speed up the cooking time. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iTi9RsKI/AAAAAAAAFrM/FuSg6LXoQrg/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iTi9RsKI/AAAAAAAAFrM/FuSg6LXoQrg/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;Gobble Gobble.&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/8163817-4496703710405720105?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/4496703710405720105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=4496703710405720105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4496703710405720105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4496703710405720105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2011/01/thanksgiving-at-ifh.html' title='Thanksgiving at the IFH'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TS4iSzRnnQI/AAAAAAAAFq0/8-UMQDNoZUc/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-92006087320182818</id><published>2010-12-19T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:10:32.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Micah's First Christmas Pageant</title><content type='html'>Micah's school put on this cute little production for Christmas this week. Yep, I was one of those parents that brought along the video camera. I just couldn't resist. He was so cute! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f54da256a9f8b0c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df54da256a9f8b0c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331243321%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D708E351152EB4E9D3F48CE82558BB63B56A536B3.252EB8EB27D6B93AF75679F8020DDC543831906B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df54da256a9f8b0c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfNT-ufHGIQyH2U7gYzJ23xexV0o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df54da256a9f8b0c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331243321%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D708E351152EB4E9D3F48CE82558BB63B56A536B3.252EB8EB27D6B93AF75679F8020DDC543831906B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df54da256a9f8b0c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfNT-ufHGIQyH2U7gYzJ23xexV0o&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/8163817-92006087320182818?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/92006087320182818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=92006087320182818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/92006087320182818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/92006087320182818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/12/micahs-first-christmas-pageant.html' title='Micah&apos;s First Christmas Pageant'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6514377096206315881</id><published>2010-12-07T14:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:35:27.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/90/20/90_20_50---Five-Advent-Candles_web.jpg?&amp;amp;k=Five+Advent+Candles"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 402px;" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/90/20/90_20_50---Five-Advent-Candles_web.jpg?&amp;amp;k=Five+Advent+Candles" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chrisokane.com/blog/images/20091206_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The season of Advent is upon us and this year, more than ever, I sense a deep longing for the coming of our King. Advent always serves as a great reminder that Christ is coming for us and we should set our hearts and minds on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this year is different for me. There are so many things about this world that aren't right; our world is broken and full of suffering. Oh how I deeply long for Jesus to come and take his place. I long for him to wipe away the tears and make us whole again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing Mia has only heightened this awareness and deepened this longing. Yes, this season of Advent I am painfully aware that life without Jesus means life without Hope and peace and eternal joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I was in the car discussing the meaning of Advent with Micah and how we are waiting, anticipating and expecting. I told him about the first coming of Jesus and how we are waiting for the second coming. We discussed how Jesus will come again and we will be taken to heaven. His eyes got really big and he gladly exclaimed, "Mommy! We will go to heaven to be with Mia and I will hug her so tight, but I will be very gentle because she is just a baby and then I won't hug her that long because you will want to hug her. . . . ."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a beautiful reminder of the joy and Hope that we have in Christ Jesus, our Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come, Lord Jesus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6514377096206315881?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6514377096206315881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6514377096206315881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6514377096206315881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6514377096206315881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577433980157494108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/astroup11/RtYbI0EDWCI/AAAAAAAAAps/au5guHSQva8/Amy%20Bio%20Pic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8712507252258226265</id><published>2010-11-23T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:36:59.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;My mom came to town a few weekends ago for a quick visit. We had some much needed mother daughter time and Grammy got some good cuddle time in with the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOx5ruVyMDI/AAAAAAAAFo0/n7wWKccUeqU/s1600/IMG_6655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOx5ruVyMDI/AAAAAAAAFo0/n7wWKccUeqU/s320/IMG_6655.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOx5u-WS92I/AAAAAAAAFo8/6xfA-DDoMgQ/s1600/IMG_6658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOx5u-WS92I/AAAAAAAAFo8/6xfA-DDoMgQ/s320/IMG_6658.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snuggle by the fire. . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOx5vdRq9PI/AAAAAAAAFpE/uBrMFNz9Nuw/s1600/IMG_6666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOx5vdRq9PI/AAAAAAAAFpE/uBrMFNz9Nuw/s320/IMG_6666.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Thanks for the quick visit Grammy! &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-8712507252258226265?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8712507252258226265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8712507252258226265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8712507252258226265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8712507252258226265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOx5ruVyMDI/AAAAAAAAFo0/n7wWKccUeqU/s72-c/IMG_6655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6620363056278867587</id><published>2010-11-21T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:06:52.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A baby shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;A few weekends ago I helped host a baby shower for a dear friend. Our friendship has grown deeper over the past few months and I am so thankful for her. It was a joy to celebrate her motherhood and the gift of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt; This cake was fun to bake and really fun to decorate! I think I am slowly gaining the reputation of  "cake lady" at our Church. What can I say? I love to bake and experiment with cake decorating. My decorating has room for improvement, but I think I have found some great cake recipes!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOltLjTWKkI/AAAAAAAAFoE/nJGVfXNnSTY/s1600/IMG_6640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOltLjTWKkI/AAAAAAAAFoE/nJGVfXNnSTY/s320/IMG_6640.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;The top layer was a yellow cake with chocolate espresso cream and chocolate buttercream frosting. Bottom layer was the infamous chocolate cake I made for Ben and Monica's wedding but this time with hazlenut cream filling instead of cream cheese. I have to be honest and say that the cream cheese frosting is better for the chocolate cake (in my opinion; though they are both great!). A nice smooth texture with the dark, rich chocolate makes for a perfect combo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also dabble a bit in diaper cake making. . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOltMqpmGWI/AAAAAAAAFoM/Do-0p-iwFRE/s1600/IMG_6642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOltMqpmGWI/AAAAAAAAFoM/Do-0p-iwFRE/s320/IMG_6642.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My wonderful Mother helped me with this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6620363056278867587?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6620363056278867587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6620363056278867587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6620363056278867587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6620363056278867587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-shower.html' title='A baby shower'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TOltLjTWKkI/AAAAAAAAFoE/nJGVfXNnSTY/s72-c/IMG_6640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-1793058955558973830</id><published>2010-11-20T13:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:21:28.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;As is evidenced by the new blog "look" I have been editing and looking through my photos on this lazy Saturday morning.&lt;div&gt;This has got to be the funniest picture I have come across so far. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TOgRdP3qagI/AAAAAAAACaI/jetxvJfN4UQ/s1600/IMG_4341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TOgRdP3qagI/AAAAAAAACaI/jetxvJfN4UQ/s400/IMG_4341.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Oh my. &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-1793058955558973830?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/1793058955558973830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=1793058955558973830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1793058955558973830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1793058955558973830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/funny-shot.html' title='Funny Shot'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TOgRdP3qagI/AAAAAAAACaI/jetxvJfN4UQ/s72-c/IMG_4341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2421948970504186560</id><published>2010-11-12T22:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:21:00.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Chris has become quite the runner! He has finally fully recovered from a running injury and has developed quite the running regimen! He ran a half marathon a few weeks ago in Lowell and totally rocked it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;It was another chilly morning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNthRGomwfI/AAAAAAAACWw/RP6euhN9oZQ/s1600/IMG_6585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNthRGomwfI/AAAAAAAACWw/RP6euhN9oZQ/s400/IMG_6585.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cheering squad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNthRaTzmsI/AAAAAAAACW4/vrCT2B9bQl4/s1600/IMG_6586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNthRaTzmsI/AAAAAAAACW4/vrCT2B9bQl4/s400/IMG_6586.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Finish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNthRaDc2jI/AAAAAAAACXA/xmq7BSECDIg/s1600/IMG_6589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNthRaDc2jI/AAAAAAAACXA/xmq7BSECDIg/s400/IMG_6589.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so proud of our runner! &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2421948970504186560?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2421948970504186560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2421948970504186560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2421948970504186560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2421948970504186560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-favorite-runner.html' title='My favorite Runner'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNthRGomwfI/AAAAAAAACWw/RP6euhN9oZQ/s72-c/IMG_6585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-1774053848424884089</id><published>2010-11-11T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:32:00.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Yep. I'm afraid our Halloween pictures are downright terrible this year! We didn't get home from Church until 6:30pm and by then both kids were in serious meltdown mode. We had about 30 minutes of trick or treating on our street and then rushed home to get to bed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtj4Lgxv1I/AAAAAAAACXo/dMWO3e68ARk/s1600/IMG_6628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtj4Lgxv1I/AAAAAAAACXo/dMWO3e68ARk/s400/IMG_6628.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Our little "football man" and sweet Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtj4aop-5I/AAAAAAAACXw/fDJ8Ru5Z8pI/s1600/IMG_6629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtj4aop-5I/AAAAAAAACXw/fDJ8Ru5Z8pI/s400/IMG_6629.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Micah shows off his loot. . . .which he has conveniently forgot about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtj4imhn7I/AAAAAAAACX4/5nxOGnJSs5U/s1600/IMG_6634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtj4imhn7I/AAAAAAAACX4/5nxOGnJSs5U/s400/IMG_6634.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-1774053848424884089?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/1774053848424884089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=1774053848424884089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1774053848424884089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/1774053848424884089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-part-2.html' title='Halloween part 2'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtj4Lgxv1I/AAAAAAAACXo/dMWO3e68ARk/s72-c/IMG_6628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-863524270387898520</id><published>2010-11-11T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:27:00.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Stroup sent these matching Jammies. Micah was thrilled to discover they glow in the dark! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtiqvgVQ2I/AAAAAAAACXI/VJiFuxs__ds/s1600/IMG_6604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtiqvgVQ2I/AAAAAAAACXI/VJiFuxs__ds/s400/IMG_6604.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made cupcakes for our pumpkin carving party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtiqr2vuWI/AAAAAAAACXQ/z4Qeb3pWfmc/s1600/IMG_6605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtiqr2vuWI/AAAAAAAACXQ/z4Qeb3pWfmc/s400/IMG_6605.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and popcorn balls! Chris tied them all for me. Aren't they cute? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtiq6tAKxI/AAAAAAAACXY/kjGQ19MDZj4/s1600/IMG_6607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtiq6tAKxI/AAAAAAAACXY/kjGQ19MDZj4/s400/IMG_6607.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Micah and Chris are carving a scary pumpkin. haha. They won the "funny" pumpkin category!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtirU9HqVI/AAAAAAAACXg/HydSKlQ8u6E/s1600/IMG_6610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtirU9HqVI/AAAAAAAACXg/HydSKlQ8u6E/s400/IMG_6610.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-863524270387898520?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/863524270387898520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=863524270387898520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/863524270387898520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/863524270387898520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-part-1.html' title='Halloween part 1'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtiqvgVQ2I/AAAAAAAACXI/VJiFuxs__ds/s72-c/IMG_6604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3704975287032867427</id><published>2010-11-10T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:15:31.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Pie Success!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Haven't really baked many pies in my lifetime, but every time I bake a pie with a homemade crust it is a total failure. Not this year. I have finally succeeded in baking an apple pie with a poofy, golden brown crust. Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtf0jHX5sI/AAAAAAAACWo/i2Q9PUhcYdI/s1600/IMG_5961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtf0jHX5sI/AAAAAAAACWo/i2Q9PUhcYdI/s400/IMG_5961.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Just in time for Thanksgiving!&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 src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3704975287032867427?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3704975287032867427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3704975287032867427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3704975287032867427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3704975287032867427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/apple-pie-success_10.html' title='Apple Pie Success!!'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNtf0jHX5sI/AAAAAAAACWo/i2Q9PUhcYdI/s72-c/IMG_5961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3622105389978405474</id><published>2010-11-09T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:15:23.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayor's Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Chris and I both ran in the Mayor's Cup this year. We had a great time and Micah and Livia were the best cheerleaders! Our dear friend, Suzanne (or as Micah would say, Zuzanne) took the kids for us while we ran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Chris smoked me coming in at just under 24 minutes. I discovered that the first year I ran the race I actually did not run the whole race! (oops!) This year I ran the whole race and my time improved by 3 whole minutes! I finished at 29 minutes, my fastest 5K yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;It was a chili October morning and as you can see, Livia was ready for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNoAOWDVjMI/AAAAAAAACWg/ag6qPzNIijA/s1600/IMG_6600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNoAOWDVjMI/AAAAAAAACWg/ag6qPzNIijA/s400/IMG_6600.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNoAOWDVjMI/AAAAAAAACWg/ag6qPzNIijA/s1600/IMG_6600.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finding a common interest that we can pursue together has been a fun experience! Here's to many more races! &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 src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3622105389978405474?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3622105389978405474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3622105389978405474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3622105389978405474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3622105389978405474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/mayors-cup.html' title='Mayor&apos;s Cup'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TNoAOWDVjMI/AAAAAAAACWg/ag6qPzNIijA/s72-c/IMG_6600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2980961052548700737</id><published>2010-11-09T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:02:53.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for posting. . . .</title><content type='html'>Has it really been a month since I posted anything? Thanksgiving is rapidly approaching and my brain is still somewhere back in August. I really can't believe we're half way in to the month of November! Seriously. Where did the time go? I'm racking my brain trying to figure out how it is the middle of November. &lt;div&gt;Lots of fun updates. I'll be working on those tonight. Halloween parties, baby shower cakes and a Grammy visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2980961052548700737?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2980961052548700737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2980961052548700737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2980961052548700737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2980961052548700737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-for-posting.html' title='Time for posting. . . .'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6458544400027498382</id><published>2010-10-16T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:01:56.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;We spent a much needed family day at a farm picking apples, pumpkins and eating cider donuts! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Livia enjoyed picking out a pumpkin. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKy-4ooUI/AAAAAAAACWA/WoJiNP-EbGE/s1600/IMG_5888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKy-4ooUI/AAAAAAAACWA/WoJiNP-EbGE/s400/IMG_5888.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKy-4ooUI/AAAAAAAACWA/WoJiNP-EbGE/s1600/IMG_5888.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The obligatory family pumpkin patch photo. (nice face, Micah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKzN7YT1I/AAAAAAAACWI/OP_g8WSF1JQ/s1600/IMG_5902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKzN7YT1I/AAAAAAAACWI/OP_g8WSF1JQ/s400/IMG_5902.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Micah was really proud of all his BIG, red, shiny ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKzkKfohI/AAAAAAAACWQ/S7ryHG0IZug/s1600/IMG_5923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKzkKfohI/AAAAAAAACWQ/S7ryHG0IZug/s400/IMG_5923.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little farmer. (Note the awesome flannel from Uncle Mark and Aunt Ashley!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKz5s7OuI/AAAAAAAACWY/3ZL7BLwq2zM/s1600/IMG_5953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKz5s7OuI/AAAAAAAACWY/3ZL7BLwq2zM/s400/IMG_5953.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6458544400027498382?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6458544400027498382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6458544400027498382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6458544400027498382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6458544400027498382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/10/farm.html' title='The Farm'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLpKy-4ooUI/AAAAAAAACWA/WoJiNP-EbGE/s72-c/IMG_5888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-7884001331871292014</id><published>2010-10-14T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:18:08.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek a boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Captured this sweet video today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wy9uRkDVuHg?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/wy9uRkDVuHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to savor these moments is a challenge sometimes. Life gets busy and it can be easy to race through each day without enjoying special moments like these. I always have to remind myself that I'm really going to miss this one day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-7884001331871292014?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/7884001331871292014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=7884001331871292014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7884001331871292014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/7884001331871292014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/10/peek-boo.html' title='Peek a boo'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5063857679134824919</id><published>2010-10-13T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:00:10.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUUcpU_AvI/AAAAAAAACV4/Ma72WhJiMfc/s1600/IMG_5870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUUcpU_AvI/AAAAAAAACV4/Ma72WhJiMfc/s400/IMG_5870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527346600029913842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;we took the guys up to New Hampshire for our annual Fall retreat this past weekend. It was a great time to get away, relax and enjoy nature! Micah was absolutely loving it! Poor little city kid. . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;He spent every day running around in fields of leaves, chasing after balls and rolling down green fields. The kid just couldn't get enough! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTwAPWCRI/AAAAAAAACVY/iUVN2A41BS4/s1600/IMG_5855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTwAPWCRI/AAAAAAAACVY/iUVN2A41BS4/s400/IMG_5855.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTwAPWCRI/AAAAAAAACVY/iUVN2A41BS4/s1600/IMG_5855.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The weather was perfect. We couldn't have asked for more amazing weather! The leaves were turning, the air was brisk, and the sun was out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTxVddwmI/AAAAAAAACVg/4WxG5AbXpq4/s1600/IMG_5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTxVddwmI/AAAAAAAACVg/4WxG5AbXpq4/s400/IMG_5858.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Micah absolutely loves all his IFH Uncles. They are so sweet to take care of him and come along side of us as we raise him. We are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTxl_gyCI/AAAAAAAACVo/GXH7jik2Q-w/s1600/IMG_5864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTxl_gyCI/AAAAAAAACVo/GXH7jik2Q-w/s400/IMG_5864.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Livie likes to stay close to Mama and enjoy the ride. She is slowly warming up to all the guys in the house, but she is truly a Mommy and Daddy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTx2-IsCI/AAAAAAAACVw/5f7pohTmWu8/s1600/IMG_5868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUTx2-IsCI/AAAAAAAACVw/5f7pohTmWu8/s400/IMG_5868.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5063857679134824919?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5063857679134824919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5063857679134824919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5063857679134824919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5063857679134824919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-retreat.html' title='Fall Retreat'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUUcpU_AvI/AAAAAAAACV4/Ma72WhJiMfc/s72-c/IMG_5870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8871889795431628237</id><published>2010-10-12T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:57:03.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 is the new 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Chris turned 30 on October 6th. We like to say that 30 is the new 25. I can't believe we're turning 30 this year! (sigh) Seems like yesterday we were two college kids. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Well, Chris is still a kid at heart and he still LOVES candy (what can I say? He is a Stroup!). I thought long and hard about what kind of cake I should make for the love of my life and I kept thinking candy, candy, candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;So, here it is. A candy cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUQka63HyI/AAAAAAAACVQ/VWkA7Lu24AQ/s1600/IMG_5837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUQka63HyI/AAAAAAAACVQ/VWkA7Lu24AQ/s400/IMG_5837.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;I am truly blessed to be married to this 30 year old man. He loves me, serves me and blesses me every day. I am so thankful for his friendship and love. Happy Birthday, babe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;BTW. It tasted REALLY good (if I do say so myself!). &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-8871889795431628237?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8871889795431628237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8871889795431628237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8871889795431628237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8871889795431628237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-is-new-25.html' title='30 is the new 25'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TLUQka63HyI/AAAAAAAACVQ/VWkA7Lu24AQ/s72-c/IMG_5837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-371065918542930044</id><published>2010-09-26T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:35:06.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>curls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TKAB39uEbOI/AAAAAAAACVA/7tMN_KQHzVA/s1600/IMG_5779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TKAB39uEbOI/AAAAAAAACVA/7tMN_KQHzVA/s400/IMG_5779.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;These are Livia's curls. I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;See this face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TKAB3vfkZcI/AAAAAAAACU4/QyJp9UgjO04/s400/IMG_5772.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;This is Livia's sad face. I love it. &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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-371065918542930044?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/371065918542930044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=371065918542930044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/371065918542930044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/371065918542930044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/09/see-these-these-are-livias-curls.html' title='curls'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TKAB39uEbOI/AAAAAAAACVA/7tMN_KQHzVA/s72-c/IMG_5779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-4701386412510903836</id><published>2010-09-23T09:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:39:45.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know those days when you wake up and think my baby did NOT sleep last night?! Then after you go over the night in your head you realize your baby actually did sleep, but that two hours in the middle of the night really put a damper on your sleep.Well, last night Livia actually did NOT sleep. Literally. She kicked and kicked all night long and couldn't get comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally stripped her down to her diaper at 5am, gave her some milk and she slept for 2 hours. She is now staring at me with her big blue eyes and a huge toothy grin. There are huge bags under each eye and I'm thinking we might BOTH go down for a nap this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris took Micah to school and said I should take a nap with Livia and not feel guilty. Trouble is I can't go back to bed after I've just woken up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sipping on a cappuccino that I made myself and hoping it will give me the energy I need to get ready for our big cleaning day this weekend, attend a meeting tonight, catch up on house correspondence, figure out some accounting glitches and spend time playing with my kiddos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better reconsider that nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJtXuizLLaI/AAAAAAAACUg/iMOfdM-MtN0/s400/October-November+127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520102225399721378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so sweet at this age. Eat. Sleep. Play. That's how we roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-4701386412510903836?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/4701386412510903836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=4701386412510903836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4701386412510903836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/4701386412510903836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-night.html' title='Long night'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJtXuizLLaI/AAAAAAAACUg/iMOfdM-MtN0/s72-c/October-November+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3013201860636486188</id><published>2010-09-22T09:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:56:19.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;I made some chocolate cake for the board meeting yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Forgot how mobile my little girl has become. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Found her in the trash eating some old green beans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;she was pretty proud of herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJoKJIBKVEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/Mx55EEXWoYg/s1600/IMG_5767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJoKJIBKVEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/Mx55EEXWoYg/s400/IMG_5767.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJoKJIBKVEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/Mx55EEXWoYg/s1600/IMG_5767.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Micah is loving school. My camera wasn't working on his first day, here is a picture of his 3rd day. His teachers love him! Of course they do, duh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJoKJduzPcI/AAAAAAAACUY/S4fG89iokRI/s1600/IMG_5764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJoKJduzPcI/AAAAAAAACUY/S4fG89iokRI/s400/IMG_5764.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Everybody loved the chocolate cake, by the way. Got the recipe from my favorite cooking blog. Smitten kitchen. Check it out &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/08/everyday-chocolate-cake/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You won't be sorry!&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3013201860636486188?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3013201860636486188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3013201860636486188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3013201860636486188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3013201860636486188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day. . . .'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJoKJIBKVEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/Mx55EEXWoYg/s72-c/IMG_5767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3586846893591367895</id><published>2010-09-16T20:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:34:48.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goblin story and International Students</title><content type='html'>My dad tells the best stories. Recently he came for a short visit and read out of a book called "Little Bear's Visit" &lt;div&gt;In this book there is a story (within a story) called "Goblin Story" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since Papa read that story, Micah has asked for it nearly every day. He has become so enthralled with it that he actually has the story memorized! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Now, before you start thinking I buy books on Goblins for my 3 year old son I must point out that this book was donated by the neighbor.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what it is about this story that completely draws Micah in, but he LOVES to read it and every time we read the story it's like we are reading it for the first time. A goblin sees a cave and hears a thump. He gets scared and runs right out of his shoes. He runs faster and faster and discovers there is a pitter patter right behind him. He runs as fast as he can and jumps into a tree that has a hole in it. He finally gets the courage to peek out and there are his shoes, waiting for him. Micah squeals with delight each time we read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just last night Micah was reading this book with one of our residents from Australia. We've never had an Australian Resident for an extended period of time, so his accent is new for Micah. As I listened from my apartment I could hear Micah enjoying the story but every so often he would correct this guy; as if he were reading the wrong word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me think about the unique experience of growing up in a home like ours. Micah is constantly surrounded by different languages, cultures and traditions. What an incredible opportunity we have to expose him to a life outside of our own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days when living among 20 international students seems overwhelming and exhausting. But there are also days like yesterday when I discover the beauty of living in community with those from different cultures and ethnicities. I pray that Micah will continue to enjoy fellowship with those that are different from him (and even those that read the Goblin Story differently!) and ultimately gain a love and respect for all kinds of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think for the first time since we've been in Boston I am truly excited about the life and ministry we have at the International Fellowship House. Our first year I was completely overwhelmed with learning all the intricacies of running the IFH and last year I was completely overwhelmed with Livia's birth and Mia's death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is different. I feel confident I know what I'm doing and I've learned what to expect. I've also learned to relax and have the freedom to make this "our house." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have an amazing group of guys living here now and we are already seeing great enthusiasm for this community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know that we have been given an incredible opportunity to demonstrate Christ's love and care for his people. We are trusting God for patience, wisdom and perseverance to love them well and ultimately inspire a love for the one who loved them first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to another year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3586846893591367895?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3586846893591367895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3586846893591367895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3586846893591367895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3586846893591367895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/09/goblin-story-and-international-students.html' title='Goblin story and International Students'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6838908964832741254</id><published>2010-09-15T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:00:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to believe. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;One year ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYcOGq2_I/AAAAAAAACSo/MddJXglPZGY/s1600/IMG_6246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYcOGq2_I/AAAAAAAACSo/MddJXglPZGY/s400/IMG_6246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Livie was just under 4 pounds, living in the NICU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYcc-J_mI/AAAAAAAACSw/b7OTmsZGXEs/s1600/IMG_5133_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYcc-J_mI/AAAAAAAACSw/b7OTmsZGXEs/s400/IMG_5133_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Her sister was also born that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYcqba60I/AAAAAAAACS4/y_N9e9KU8QI/s1600/miahand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYcqba60I/AAAAAAAACS4/y_N9e9KU8QI/s400/miahand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We remember her and missed her so much as we celebrated this birthday. We released a balloon for her and had a moment to reflect. Close friends who have walked with us from the beginning stood with us in silence as we watched the balloon float away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYdSB1o3I/AAAAAAAACTA/fEpeq-bB5xY/s1600/IMG_5760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYdSB1o3I/AAAAAAAACTA/fEpeq-bB5xY/s400/IMG_5760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a special time for us to celebrate Livia and remember Amelie. This birthday was much harder than I anticipated it would be, but we had so many that stood with us, sent us cards and flowers and helped us hold our joy and grief in the same moment. Thank you everybody for your loving support over the past week!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/8163817-6838908964832741254?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6838908964832741254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6838908964832741254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6838908964832741254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6838908964832741254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-hard-to-believe.html' title='It&apos;s hard to believe. . . .'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TJAYcOGq2_I/AAAAAAAACSo/MddJXglPZGY/s72-c/IMG_6246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2320298387639413492</id><published>2010-09-14T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:25:50.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;Lots of pink for this little girl. . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASG7oNKmI/AAAAAAAAFks/J2QGZHgYjok/s1600/Livia%27s+First+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASG7oNKmI/AAAAAAAAFks/J2QGZHgYjok/s320/Livia%27s+First+Birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful one year old face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASHEgi13I/AAAAAAAAFk0/DiIdFFlhJv0/s1600/IMG_5686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASHEgi13I/AAAAAAAAFk0/DiIdFFlhJv0/s320/IMG_5686.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep. Her very own cupcake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASHYR3gtI/AAAAAAAAFk8/nyZo70wWlV0/s1600/IMG_5739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASHYR3gtI/AAAAAAAAFk8/nyZo70wWlV0/s320/IMG_5739.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry. She survived! No sugar coma afterward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASHgwGj7I/AAAAAAAAFlE/3OehfBQLf-E/s1600/IMG_5742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASHgwGj7I/AAAAAAAAFlE/3OehfBQLf-E/s320/IMG_5742.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" border="0" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: none; background-attachment: scroll; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-2320298387639413492?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2320298387639413492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2320298387639413492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2320298387639413492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2320298387639413492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/TJASG7oNKmI/AAAAAAAAFks/J2QGZHgYjok/s72-c/Livia%27s+First+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5691499083352144316</id><published>2010-09-04T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:17:44.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TIJxJxZ7ddI/AAAAAAAACSY/YJPC0Kkx4yY/s1600/IMG_6464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TIJxJxZ7ddI/AAAAAAAACSY/YJPC0Kkx4yY/s400/IMG_6464.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: transparent; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;We are getting ready to celebrate Livia’s birthday one week from today. One year of cooing, smiling, rolling, laughing, crying, teething, babbling and crawling. I look back on this past year and I am amazed, overwhelmed, overjoyed and fearful. Honestly? I don’t want to celebrate Livia’s birthday. I don’t want to mark this huge milestone of her life without Mia. My heart is (once again) torn between a desire to celebrate life and a deep sadness over loss of life. The month of August has been difficult as I reflect on this time last year. I remember the fear, the joy, the pain and I must admit; it hurts. My heart aches as I remember the month of August in 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The dichotomy of emotion continues to challenge me as I struggle to embrace my joy and sorrow all at once. All of my life I have experienced both joy and sorrow, but they have always seemed separate. For the first time in my life I am faced with both emotions at one time and it proves to be a complicated task again and again. I have thought to myself many times: why not just embrace these emotions separately? They cannot be held together, it is impossible. Yet, I find myself faced with moments where both emotions are very present. The joy over Livia’s new found skill of crawling reminds me that Mia is not here to crawl beside her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;There have been such moments of loneliness in the midst of my grief. And I have cried out to God in disappointment more times than I can count. That is when I am reminded of the God who sees it all through my eyes. The God who hurts with me at the sight of a car loaded up with two brand new car seats. The God who feels the pain with me and promises to hold it for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TIJxJxZ7ddI/AAAAAAAACSY/YJPC0Kkx4yY/s1600/IMG_6464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;So, here’s to celebrating Livia’s first year of life with joy, but also remembering Mia’s absence and the pain it causes.&lt;/span&gt; &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 src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-5691499083352144316?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5691499083352144316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5691499083352144316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5691499083352144316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5691499083352144316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-week.html' title='one week.'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TIJxJxZ7ddI/AAAAAAAACSY/YJPC0Kkx4yY/s72-c/IMG_6464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5045142805878234767</id><published>2010-08-31T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:11:32.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Livie is crawling! As you can see in the video: after a few "gentle" nudges from her big brother, she's off! I love to see my kids interact. It's so fun to see Micah's excitement over the little milestones and Livia's joy over her brother's pride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/spMxwIo3UVo?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/spMxwIo3UVo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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/8163817-5045142805878234767?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5045142805878234767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5045142805878234767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5045142805878234767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5045142805878234767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-417772343658018812</id><published>2010-08-25T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:23:32.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;Just returned from a 1 1/2 week visit to Seattle area with the family. My brother has access to a beautiful cabin right on the Hood Canal. We slept in (as much as you can sleep in with two kids), played in the water and laid on the deck. It was a true vacation and we are already looking forward to next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;My brother, Josh, with Livia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVROIWBstI/AAAAAAAAFjA/lVecDAeYAZk/s1600/IMG_6279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVROIWBstI/AAAAAAAAFjA/lVecDAeYAZk/s320/IMG_6279.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Micah loves seeing his cousin, Maddie. They really bonded this trip! I flew out a few days early with Micah and Livie in order to adjust and get some extra cousin time. I'm so glad we did. We had a great few extra days with my brother and his family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVROuF4LMI/AAAAAAAAFjI/i-y_iDwKE14/s1600/IMG_6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVROuF4LMI/AAAAAAAAFjI/i-y_iDwKE14/s320/IMG_6284.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also got to meet Weston, Josh and Sarah's newest addition! He is super cute and cuddly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVRPtBao9I/AAAAAAAAFjQ/UTkFvQXv-Xs/s1600/IMG_6297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVRPtBao9I/AAAAAAAAFjQ/UTkFvQXv-Xs/s320/IMG_6297.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOVE this pic. I think both of our children look like us and it cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVRQIy66ZI/AAAAAAAAFjY/kPd8s5KQd3Y/s1600/IMG_6298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVRQIy66ZI/AAAAAAAAFjY/kPd8s5KQd3Y/s320/IMG_6298.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;I have tons more pictures to sort through and post over the next few days. I'm so thankful for a restful time away from the busyness of life!&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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" border="0" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: none; background-attachment: scroll; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; " /&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/8163817-417772343658018812?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/417772343658018812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=417772343658018812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/417772343658018812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/417772343658018812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/08/seattle-part-1.html' title='Seattle, Part 1'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THVROIWBstI/AAAAAAAAFjA/lVecDAeYAZk/s72-c/IMG_6279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3333681328912253271</id><published>2010-08-24T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:16:24.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;11 months as of August 11!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;It seems like every time I turn around Livia is testing something new or learning something new. She is not officially crawling, but she has discovered a new way to get around. She scoots from place to place now and moves from belly to sitting. I should really get it on video. It's pretty funny! I really don't think she wants to crawl. Scooting suits her fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;She weighs a hefty 17 pounds now. Last time we went to the doc we discovered that she had gained 3 pounds in 2 months. This girl likes to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THRtgM1WIqI/AAAAAAAAFio/5SVdM00kpKQ/s1600/IMG_6423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THRtgM1WIqI/AAAAAAAAFio/5SVdM00kpKQ/s320/IMG_6423.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THRtgM1WIqI/AAAAAAAAFio/5SVdM00kpKQ/s1600/IMG_6423.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THRtghk9i3I/AAAAAAAAFiw/yR2LJAotskk/s1600/IMG_6422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THRtghk9i3I/AAAAAAAAFiw/yR2LJAotskk/s320/IMG_6422.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She sits up in her high chair now and loves it. We feed her cheerios, blueberries, bananas, oatmeal, cheese and much more. She hasn't refused anything yet! Even when she doesn't really like something she just keeps eating it! This girl loves to smile and always wakes up a in a good mood. She is starting to interact more with Micah and they are becoming great buddies. I can't believe we are getting ready to celebrate 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THRthFL14UI/AAAAAAAAFi4/jPzB_A4VdwU/s1600/IMG_6424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THRthFL14UI/AAAAAAAAFi4/jPzB_A4VdwU/s320/IMG_6424.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;Happy 11 months sweet girl!&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 src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3333681328912253271?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3333681328912253271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3333681328912253271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3333681328912253271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3333681328912253271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/08/11-months.html' title='11 Months!'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5poH9b4Rv_Q/THRtgM1WIqI/AAAAAAAAFio/5SVdM00kpKQ/s72-c/IMG_6423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-5520026634280460240</id><published>2010-08-20T16:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:56:12.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August 12, 2010</title><content type='html'>We have been on vacation the past few weeks in Seattle. During that time we remembered the anniversary of Mia's death. Here are some thoughts I wrote out that day but didn't have a chance to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 12, 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last night I dreamt that Mia was born healthy, with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. She had a smile just like her sister and a little dimple on her right cheek. The girls were so happy playing together, learning how to crawl and babble. My heart was full and I remember feeling such relief. It was as if I were aware that we had lost Mia, but in this dream I had her back. Relief washed over me as I realized I could now go to the park and see other moms with twins without feeling sadness. I could now hear the word “twins” and not feel that ache in my heart. It was so wonderful to think about the future now. To think that I didn’t have to pass through the rest of this life longing to have my girls grow together. I felt alive and energetic again. Ready to take on the world. The dream was so vivid and my emotions were so real. It’s odd to describe it, but I felt like God hit the rewind button and we started over again. All the pain of losing Mia was gone and we were living life with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I woke up feeling deep sadness once again over this loss of life. There are days when I wonder where all the heartache comes from. Sometimes I feel as though I am holding on to something that was just a part of my imagination. I feel as though my grief isn’t real and my child never was. There are few memories to speak of and the only pictures I have are painful images of her lifeless body. I think it is easy for most people to focus on Livia and the joy and beauty she brings to our family. This too is true for us, but we also see Mia and there are times it overwhelms us. Times like today, exactly one year later, when we remember her feisty little kicks inside my belly and her beautiful little silhouette on the ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There are empty spaces that only she could fill and we will forever grieve her absence from them. This past year has been one of the hardest years of my life. It has also been one of the most joyful. God has given me more of himself then I have ever experienced in my lifetime and this is something beautiful. The pain and the sorrow have allowed me to experience the deepest joy I have ever felt. I would trade it all in to have my little girl back, for my heart has not yet fully taken hold of the deep satisfaction that only Christ can give, but I continue to pray and trust in the one who gives me life and breath for each moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He has begun a work in me that will continue to change me and turn my mourning into dancing. Until then, my heart cries out for his return and anxiously awaits my permanent home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We miss our sweet girl. We remember her today and look forward to a day when our dreams are no longer dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&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/8163817-5520026634280460240?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/5520026634280460240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=5520026634280460240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5520026634280460240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/5520026634280460240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-12-2010.html' title='August 12, 2010'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3252407054443070198</id><published>2010-07-30T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:22:49.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Chris has recently taken to the art of shaving. Seriously. He told me the other day that shaving is not just "something you do every day" it is actually an art. OK babe. It's an art.&lt;br /&gt;He purchased this old fashioned shaving stuff and now uses it daily. It's a new daily ritual.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Micah thinks this is just super cool. He loves to watch Chris shave in front of the mirror and asks him if he can try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499874466430368034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TFN6sAjSuSI/AAAAAAAACR4/9b3YX0OH4ws/s400/hackett-shaving-kit-autumn-2009-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying really hard to get Micah to stay in bed lately and we've found that little incentives seem to work well. Chris found this pretend shaver kit and it was just the trick!&lt;br /&gt;Micah stayed in bed right away when he saw what the reward would be!&lt;br /&gt;Shaving just like daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TFN6g-pPNvI/AAAAAAAACRw/734ahrge6SU/s1600/IMG_6209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TFN6g-pPNvI/AAAAAAAACRw/734ahrge6SU/s400/IMG_6209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Micah is really in to the big boy stuff lately! He likes to do all sorts of big boy things. He helps me out around the house and often helps with Livia. It's nice to have a little helper around the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today I was making the bed by myself (usually Chris helps me in the morning) and he rushes over and says, Mommy! Do you need some help? Sometimes when somebody's at work some big boy has got to help the woman! haha! I just love my big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/8163817-3252407054443070198?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3252407054443070198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3252407054443070198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3252407054443070198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3252407054443070198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-big-boy.html' title='Our Big Boy'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TFN6sAjSuSI/AAAAAAAACR4/9b3YX0OH4ws/s72-c/hackett-shaving-kit-autumn-2009-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-6576168800122637007</id><published>2010-07-24T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:26:39.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Late again. Livia is 10 months old!&lt;br /&gt;She is starting to show some interest in crawling, but has not quite made the plunge!&lt;br /&gt;She has a few new teeth and (as you can see from the pic!) she is finally starting to get a good tuft of hair on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEsiTYTpeHI/AAAAAAAACRg/9MTWhuLGADc/s1600/IMG_6221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEsiTYTpeHI/AAAAAAAACRg/9MTWhuLGADc/s400/IMG_6221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here you can see her little teeth on the bottom. She also has about 4 up top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEsiTkXxBaI/AAAAAAAACRo/aa5m-ldQRRc/s1600/IMG_6223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEsiTkXxBaI/AAAAAAAACRo/aa5m-ldQRRc/s400/IMG_6223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livia says Dada all the time which totally melts Chris' heart! She recently started saying Mama, which is nice too! This little girl keeps us busy, for sure! A very welcome addition to this family.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 10 months little girl!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-6576168800122637007?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/6576168800122637007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=6576168800122637007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6576168800122637007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/6576168800122637007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEsiTYTpeHI/AAAAAAAACRg/9MTWhuLGADc/s72-c/IMG_6221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2110338695837903185</id><published>2010-07-20T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:51:20.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Well, the wedding has come and gone and the cake turned out beautifully! After hours of smoothing and 4 different buttercream recipes we finally ended up with a decent wedding cake!&lt;br /&gt;smoothing process (hours, literally, hours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLLLgUdgI/AAAAAAAACQ4/0nB19Gpeslw/s1600/IMG_6162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLLLgUdgI/AAAAAAAACQ4/0nB19Gpeslw/s400/IMG_6162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Final touches (the best part!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLLghEIPI/AAAAAAAACRA/vuT3TIy4axg/s1600/IMG_6170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLLghEIPI/AAAAAAAACRA/vuT3TIy4axg/s400/IMG_6170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin pretty good if I do say so myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLL_uK2gI/AAAAAAAACRI/kakaiJRML0A/s1600/IMG_6174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLL_uK2gI/AAAAAAAACRI/kakaiJRML0A/s400/IMG_6174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My PIC (parter in crime) so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLMSrmZLI/AAAAAAAACRQ/tnSA-fnaeh0/s1600/IMG_6179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLMSrmZLI/AAAAAAAACRQ/tnSA-fnaeh0/s400/IMG_6179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Chris has made me vow not to bake for at least 1 month. Any mention of wedding cake or cake in general just might make him cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I can't finish this post without thanking Chris for his patience, encouragement and genorosity in caring for our children during the process. It was a fun experience, but not one I which to duplicate any time soon. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/8163817-2110338695837903185?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2110338695837903185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2110338695837903185' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2110338695837903185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2110338695837903185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/07/done.html' title='DONE!'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEYLLLgUdgI/AAAAAAAACQ4/0nB19Gpeslw/s72-c/IMG_6162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-3547174218725596846</id><published>2010-07-16T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:27:14.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;The wedding is tomorrow. And oh my! I think we have officially decided there is NOT a future in wedding cake business for this girl! The cake is nearly complete. I have a few more touch ups to do in the morning and then the dreaded practice run. After that it's the real deal. It's show time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEEG8Hpv73I/AAAAAAAACQw/6o9Kd1qzts4/s1600/IMG_5538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEEG8Hpv73I/AAAAAAAACQw/6o9Kd1qzts4/s400/IMG_5538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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 src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8163817-3547174218725596846?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/3547174218725596846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=3547174218725596846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3547174218725596846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/3547174218725596846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/07/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TEEG8Hpv73I/AAAAAAAACQw/6o9Kd1qzts4/s72-c/IMG_5538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-8643225337054807539</id><published>2010-07-13T17:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:37:52.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;The cake is baked! Oh yeah, we are moving right along now! I feel much better now that this task has been completed. What a whirlwind! I know that in my last post I told you I was going to introduce you to my partner in crime. Suzanne (aka: Riddle on the Run). Yep, she will always be Riddle on the Run to me! I met her right before she started training for the Boston Marathon. She ran that race and finished in memory of her amazing Mother in Law. What an accomplishment! It wasn't long after that run that we discovered our mutual love for baking. And the rest is history.. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;Amy + Suzanne + Kitchen = DANGER&lt;br /&gt;We've been known to have a few kitchen disasters whilst baking together.&lt;br /&gt;Like chocolate chip cookies that don't taste right or coffee cake that doesn't have any sugar in it.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we get a little chatty and that can be dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we knew that this was going to be strictly business. So, we buckled down and got it done.&lt;br /&gt;Meet my partner in crime. Suzanne Riddle (or Koefoed, whichever you prefer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb8z91JsI/AAAAAAAACQQ/6VHUhvuXfKI/s1600/IMG_5451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb8z91JsI/AAAAAAAACQQ/6VHUhvuXfKI/s400/IMG_5451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two double batches later.. . . . .(don't be fooled by the picture, those bowls are freakin huge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb9bTS_yI/AAAAAAAACQY/ZgQSK8BhNdk/s1600/IMG_5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb9bTS_yI/AAAAAAAACQY/ZgQSK8BhNdk/s400/IMG_5449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One HUGE mess. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb9t8XNXI/AAAAAAAACQg/AMjwncEubpc/s1600/IMG_5450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb9t8XNXI/AAAAAAAACQg/AMjwncEubpc/s400/IMG_5450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this 9x!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb-BJNt-I/AAAAAAAACQo/7m4dhKszbdM/s1600/IMG_5458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb-BJNt-I/AAAAAAAACQo/7m4dhKszbdM/s400/IMG_5458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The cake is now resting nicely in the freezer. Wrapped about a gazillion times to prevent condensation. It will live there until Friday when I pull it out to ice and stack. YIKES. &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;I cannot forget to mention my dear friend Sarah, who graciously washed all of our dishes during this process. LOVE her! (I love her anyways, but she just gained some serious points!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/8163817-8643225337054807539?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/8643225337054807539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=8643225337054807539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8643225337054807539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/8643225337054807539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/07/baked.html' title='Baked'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDzb8z91JsI/AAAAAAAACQQ/6VHUhvuXfKI/s72-c/IMG_5451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-934297445216138522</id><published>2010-07-07T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:31:22.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Step 1: find the perfect cake recipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;I spent a lot of time searching for the perfect cake recipe. It takes a special kind of cake to hold up to the flipping, flopping and frosting that a wedding cake requires! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;After trying 3 different recipes (this was not Chris's favorite part of the process. . . . . .the first cake tasted fine to him. . . .as did the second and third), I finally landed on one and I am thrilled with the results! The cake is moist and chocolatey (is that a word?) and tastes even better with a layer of cream cheese frosting (per Monica's request) in the middle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDU4jwwCzhI/AAAAAAAACP4/-ifSjx8yzWA/s1600/IMG_5412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDU4jwwCzhI/AAAAAAAACP4/-ifSjx8yzWA/s400/IMG_5412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cleaned this sucker out about 10 times in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDU4kSbXRPI/AAAAAAAACQA/P7GyJfEZMQU/s1600/IMG_5422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDU4kSbXRPI/AAAAAAAACQA/P7GyJfEZMQU/s400/IMG_5422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Triple layer cake, ready to freeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDU4kllE7WI/AAAAAAAACQI/StjgmhHKwFQ/s1600/IMG_5434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDU4kllE7WI/AAAAAAAACQI/StjgmhHKwFQ/s400/IMG_5434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Tomorrow I will introduce you to my partner in crime, Suzanne. She's helping me bake the bottom layers tomorrow. We're going to test out some buttercream icing recipes that will create a smooth looking surface without using fondant, because the &lt;a href="http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-shower-for-vanilla-bean.html"&gt;last fondant cake &lt;/a&gt;I made started to melt in the heat and I'm not about to risk that on a wedding cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;Chris and Micah are in Illinois this week visiting his parents and grandparents. They left yesterday and it feels like they've been gone for a week! I finished my accounting projects, cleaned the house and organized my board meeting files in one afternoon. That was after a Costco run and before an impromptu trip to the Prudential Center with my good friend Sarah and her little newbie, Henry! I feel super accomplished, but I really MISS my boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/8163817-934297445216138522?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/934297445216138522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=934297445216138522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/934297445216138522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/934297445216138522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/07/mission-complete.html' title='Mission Complete'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TDU4jwwCzhI/AAAAAAAACP4/-ifSjx8yzWA/s72-c/IMG_5412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8163817.post-2847649696795325766</id><published>2010-07-02T13:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:57:10.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Jo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;You know what I LOVE about my sister's job? The headquarters is located in New Jersey. . . .a short bus ride from Boston. That means regular visits from Aunt Jo!&lt;br /&gt;Joni hung out with us last week. We played at the park, went shopping and she watched the kids for us while we attended a marriage seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n3AZpJRI/AAAAAAAACPY/MdreIOBU6Fc/s1600/IMG_6069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n3AZpJRI/AAAAAAAACPY/MdreIOBU6Fc/s400/IMG_6069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n4BJfgtI/AAAAAAAACPg/atQBAfjtZd8/s1600/IMG_6064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n4BJfgtI/AAAAAAAACPg/atQBAfjtZd8/s400/IMG_6064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n4SIz2WI/AAAAAAAACPo/kYq5zHt8ufc/s1600/IMG_6071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n4SIz2WI/AAAAAAAACPo/kYq5zHt8ufc/s400/IMG_6071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just love her. Thanks for the visit sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n4hNUo8I/AAAAAAAACPw/TT9vLUW8Yuo/s1600/IMG_6073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n4hNUo8I/AAAAAAAACPw/TT9vLUW8Yuo/s400/IMG_6073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&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/8163817-2847649696795325766?l=thestroups.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/feeds/2847649696795325766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8163817&amp;postID=2847649696795325766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2847649696795325766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8163817/posts/default/2847649696795325766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestroups.blogspot.com/2010/07/aunt-jo.html' title='Aunt Jo'/><author><name>Amy Stroup</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nMudxpV_N4/TC4n3AZpJRI/AAAAAAAACPY/MdreIOBU6Fc/s72-c/IMG_6069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
