<?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-6024585254482923668</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:27:44.985-06:00</updated><category term='remeberance'/><category term='trisomy 18'/><category term='birth'/><category term='children'/><category term='love'/><category term='trisomy 13'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='family'/><category term='life'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>Savage Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-3646760038598404173</id><published>2010-05-18T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:42:43.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thankful Heart</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful for a loving family.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for being able to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for My Redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge to become more grateful for all the blessings in my life all day long not just when the house is quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back to see if I can raise to the challenge and become more Christ-like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-3646760038598404173?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/3646760038598404173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=3646760038598404173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3646760038598404173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3646760038598404173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2010/05/thankful-heart.html' title='A Thankful Heart'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-3089141135054182247</id><published>2010-04-08T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:42:29.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Long Time</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have written.  Not that I don't have alot to write about yet I needed to spend time away.  I still checked in on other blogs.  I just needed to figure out what my blog was for now.  I started my blog to try to connect with other women who had lost a child and to help me with the grieving process.  I was looking for friends who had similar experiences- I was hurting and needed comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I should have been comforting each other yet we were just pushing away.  I realized that I needed to look and focus on my family.  Things were bad at home and needed to get fixed or changed.  It has been almost 3 yrs and it is time to finally feel the pain.  I held most of my pain in and just now understanding and accepting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to heal healthier and happier. Learning to forgive better and completely and enjoy all of my family again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the friends at home that I was looking for and found some new ones to help me with this forever process.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my Heavenly Father for being patient and softening my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-3089141135054182247?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/3089141135054182247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=3089141135054182247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3089141135054182247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3089141135054182247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time.html' title='A Long Time'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-5451359186944410127</id><published>2009-12-13T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:45:30.081-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trisomy 18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remeberance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Candle lighting</title><content type='html'>Today is National Children's Memorial Day.  It is a worldwide candle lighting event.  Starting in New Zealand, candles will be lit for one hour beginning at 7pm local time creating a 24-hour candle light observance around the globe.  This simple act is to help those who have experienced the death of a child, grandchild, sibling, or a fried remember these children during a season when the death is the most difficult to bear.  Hope you all will join me in remembering Walker and all his friends at 7pm your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-5451359186944410127?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/5451359186944410127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=5451359186944410127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/5451359186944410127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/5451359186944410127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/12/candle-lighting.html' title='Candle lighting'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-2090441643862303087</id><published>2009-10-15T22:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:47:54.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15th</title><content type='html'>Remembering Walker on this day.  &lt;br /&gt;How I miss you so much!   &lt;br /&gt;www.october15.com     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend at Camp Sol.   &lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed remebering your life with your sisters and brothers.&lt;br /&gt;www.campsol.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-2090441643862303087?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/2090441643862303087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=2090441643862303087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/2090441643862303087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/2090441643862303087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-15th.html' title='October 15th'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-5467440251802069726</id><published>2009-09-06T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:38:25.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trisomy 18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trisomy 13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Amazing Story of Love</title><content type='html'>What an amazing video! I am so glad that they were willing to share what so many of us feel inside during that short time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was watching their family during those intimate times, I wish that I could take my memories and put them in a video- the 2 days at the hospital, the 12 days at home, the family surrounding us always, the love and laughter shared with Walker, the feedings, the sleepless nights, the countless visitors, the amazing nurses, the fantastic hospice- Kathy, the child life specialist- Cinda, the oxygen, the funeral, the last moments, the good-byes, the pain in his face as his heart gave out. &lt;br /&gt;I do have many pictures and a video that I am so very thankful for family and NILMDTS photograhper. I still wish I had more to hold and share.  I would love to see the memories others have of that amazing time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had thought clearly to video tape much more. I don't regret anything do during that time yet sometimes I would like a do-over just to capture more pictures and videos. So I am grateful that others share what they have recorded; it helps me remember so much of Walker's life.  Thank you Mary and Deidrea Laux for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dallasnews.com/s/dws/photography/2009/thomas2/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-5467440251802069726?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/5467440251802069726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=5467440251802069726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/5467440251802069726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/5467440251802069726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/09/amazing-story-of-love.html' title='Amazing Story of Love'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-3464153940543030368</id><published>2009-08-03T16:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:58:46.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trisomy 18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My Daily Reminders for the new school year</title><content type='html'>Slow To Anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 16:32&lt;br /&gt;"He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Happy People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pslams 144:15&lt;br /&gt;"Happy is that people, that is in such a case; yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this constant reminder not just for the new school year that is about to start yet for my family. I am excited to begin each day with prayer to remember these scriptures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a journey these last 4 months! 3 funerals and 1 remembrance birthday. I am definitely looking for an emotional rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-3464153940543030368?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/3464153940543030368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=3464153940543030368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3464153940543030368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3464153940543030368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-daily-reminders-for-new-school-year.html' title='My Daily Reminders for the new school year'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-6029110226548209952</id><published>2009-07-02T23:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:59:53.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trisomy 18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday 2 years</title><content type='html'>Walker, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.  We miss you and love you so much.  Spent a wonderful day thinking and talking about you and your time with us on Earth.  Looking forward to seeing you again one day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy, Grace, Ava, Charlie, and Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-6029110226548209952?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/6029110226548209952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=6029110226548209952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/6029110226548209952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/6029110226548209952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-2-years.html' title='Happy Birthday 2 years'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-1174804090512147422</id><published>2009-06-30T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:59:23.395-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trisomy 18'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Amazed</title><content type='html'>I have come here many times wanting to write. Then I just read other blogs and was touched and comforted by their words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days get closer to that 2 year mark, I miss Walker more this year than last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just recognize the feelings and not numb anymore? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answers just relying on FAITH to guide me through the next couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;So tonight I need to write not just read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to the funeral for a dear family friend. He leaves behind his eternal companion, Marjean, and his 18 yr old daughter. I realized how God works and knows each of our strengths and weaknesses. Gary had been battling cancer for 18mos. He had just watched his only beautiful daughter walk across the stage at her graduation. He celebrated his 18th Father's Day - the day they became a family. Hospice had just been set up. The next morning my mother was inspired to call and check on them and Gary had slipped into a coma. My mother rushed to her dear friend and daughter. Through Heavenly Father's blessings, the family was comforted. He was no longer in a body of pain. But I ache for a little girl that won't have her dad for monumental times in her life and for a wife that will have a complete empty nest after her daughter leaves for college and an empty bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for faithful people who listen to the spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a remarkable service it was; it reminded me of the life we should be living and Gary was living it. He was a wonderful example and he will be missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year for 4th of July since before Grace was born, our families have gone to the Plano 4th of July Parade together. This year he will be in spirit and looking down at us holding Walker's hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAITH will get us through this life and into the next. My heart aches for Walker just my spirit knows he is waiting for us. I look forward to celebrating his birth on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-1174804090512147422?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/1174804090512147422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=1174804090512147422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/1174804090512147422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/1174804090512147422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-60633303244599574</id><published>2009-03-28T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:54:09.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beautiful Jackson Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kGteaMbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/e38Vi3ODaWA/s1600-h/IMG_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kGteaMbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/e38Vi3ODaWA/s200/IMG_0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318298276420268466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kGA32QMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VnmXRE3Zh-A/s1600-h/IMG_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kGA32QMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VnmXRE3Zh-A/s200/IMG_0122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318298264447369410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kEfHLTuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/klzV3RMMPJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kEfHLTuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/klzV3RMMPJ4/s200/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318298238204989154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kD_i5PxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2ql-BwGAhE8/s1600-h/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kD_i5PxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2ql-BwGAhE8/s200/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318298229731311378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-60633303244599574?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/60633303244599574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=60633303244599574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/60633303244599574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/60633303244599574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beautiful-jackson-pictures.html' title='New Beautiful Jackson Pictures'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/Sc5kGteaMbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/e38Vi3ODaWA/s72-c/IMG_0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-2704819866634526131</id><published>2009-02-22T17:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:46:05.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Caerden Savage</title><content type='html'>Here is our newest family member.  I just have a few pictures to include since most of the pictures from the hospital are from my mom's and sister's camera.  I need to get them from them to add.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing to have Jack with us.  We are grateful that he is healthy and beautiful.  Our Heavenly Father has given us another beautiful spirit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed to see the love that we have for him already.  The girls and Charlie are always wanting to hold and kiss him.  I had a hard time keeping them away from Jack this week while they were sick.  It has been a long week.  Glad that they are almost all healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blown away when I realize that I have 5 children.  What a daunting task to raise Christian children in our society now.  We definetly will need to rely on the Lord to guide us as we raise these beautiful children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with this new beautiful baby, my heart is reminded that Walker is not with us.  I have even called Jack "Walker".  I know that they are 2 completely different spirits.  I still miss Walker very much and maybe more since Jack was born.  I know that my children miss Walker also.  Grace stated that she is worried that we will forget about Walker now that we have Jack(another baby).  Charlie was worried that if Jack had to go to the hospital for jaundice, the hospital would keep him forever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I will be the mother that I need to be for all of my children.  &lt;br /&gt;I pray that I will always enjoy my children and they will know how much I love each of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3098476543639620435&amp;amp;site=widget-53.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543639620435&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p1/3098476543639620435/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543639620435&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p2/3098476543639620435/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3098476543639620435&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p4/3098476543639620435/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-2704819866634526131?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/2704819866634526131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=2704819866634526131&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/2704819866634526131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/2704819866634526131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Jackson Caerden Savage'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-796166213729489534</id><published>2009-02-02T18:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:54:56.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbaby Savage is Here</title><content type='html'>Our new bundle of joy arrived on Sunday.  Of course, he was scheduled to arrive today.  It was a surprise to wake up yesterday and realize that we needed to get to the hospital fast.  My water broke around 6:15ish and he arrived at 7:50 at the hospital including the 30 min-ish drive.  It was amazingly fast and uncomplicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for all the prayers.  I also give thanks for a healthy baby boy.  It is amazing the love we feel for him since part of us never imagined go this road after Walker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is absolutely perfect.  I will post pictures soon.  He still does not have a name - almost decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superbaby Savage&lt;br /&gt;8 lbs 6oz&lt;br /&gt;7:50am&lt;br /&gt;February 1, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-796166213729489534?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/796166213729489534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=796166213729489534&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/796166213729489534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/796166213729489534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbaby-savage-is-here.html' title='Superbaby Savage is Here'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-2539916610641273091</id><published>2009-01-23T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:22:50.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down Has Begun</title><content type='html'>Our newest arrival will be here soon.  Peace has finally set in for me.  I was reminded last night how I am anticipating his arrival.  I am comforted to know that I have never been alone on this journey.  I am looking forward to holding our new family member.  It has taking me a while to get to this point.  I think I was afraid of hurting if things did not turn out the way that I want.  I know that it is not my will but His will that things happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still are unsure about a name but I am comforted to know that all work out.  Soon.  Very soon.  Due date was Feburary 14th - Valentine's Day.  Now we are counting down to Feburary 2nd.  My first 2 deliveries were very fast after water broke - called precipitous labor.  We lived only about 15 minutes from the hospital.  Then we moved about  30-45 minutes away from the hospital  that my OB works with.  So with #3 and #4 deliveries, we schedule inductions with just breaking water at the hospital.  Then contractions begin and go from a 4 to 8 in less than 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very nervous about this delivery because I want to make it to the hospital.  I also don't want my water to break while teaching 5th graders (a fear since pregnant with Grace).  OB said last week that he could be here before the 2nd; we will have to wait and see(not easy for a control freak). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray that I will have comfort and be paient.  I also pray that all goes well with the delivery and we will be inspired with a name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next post will be welcoming a new little one into the Savage Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-2539916610641273091?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/2539916610641273091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=2539916610641273091&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/2539916610641273091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/2539916610641273091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2009/01/count-down-has-begun.html' title='Count Down Has Begun'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-1231492566658697390</id><published>2008-12-27T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:57:58.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What name?</title><content type='html'>The struggle is never ending.  It seems so simple - look for names, find one you both like, and the name game is done.  All of the previous times it was so simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is different now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be harder for me emotionally as arrival day gets closer.  I know that for some it feels like healing.  But for me it is an emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; that I have never before experienced not even with Walker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is all I need again.  I had it with Walker.  I was at peace and had complete faith in Heavenly Father while pregnant with Walker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous about this new little one and miss the one that is watching us from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we only could pick a name............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-1231492566658697390?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/1231492566658697390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=1231492566658697390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/1231492566658697390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/1231492566658697390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-name.html' title='What name?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-5059906240082419114</id><published>2008-12-17T20:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:33:51.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What shade of green are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Are Teal Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on someone else's blog. Thought I would try it out. Very interesting results. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/teal-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your warm personality nicely counteracts and strange habits you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Green Are You?&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/6024585254482923668-5059906240082419114?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/5059906240082419114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=5059906240082419114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/5059906240082419114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/5059906240082419114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-shade-of-green-are-you.html' title='What shade of green are you?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-1504984732918076992</id><published>2008-12-11T19:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:24:32.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Child's Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just received this email from a friend. It really pulled at my heart and thought maybe all of you could vote. What an amazing child! Thanks for reading and voting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From: Lisa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi – strange request but I could use your help for a friend. She is my best (and only) friend from high school (lori fogarty). She has a son that was born one week before Tori (yes, we were pregnant at the same time – how fun is that? – can't believe its been 8 ½ years). Any who, when Richard was born he was born with Poland 's syndrome and without one of his hands and is missing the pectoral muscle on the same side. Richard is the strongest, most amazing child and kids in his class when he was in kindergarten would tuck their arms into their sleeves with only their elbow hanging out so they could "be more like Richard" because he was "so cool".&lt;br /&gt;Richard is now 8 ½ and Neiman Marcus solicited children for their ideas for the Christmas Trees in the downtown Dallas windows of Neiman's. Richards tree was chosen and he got the chance to work with the designers at Neimans to build his tree. His idea was to build a tree of all the gifts that Scottish Rite Hospital has given to children he has met over the years (wheelchairs, prosthetic limbs, crutches and the like). They were so impressed in working with him that Home and Garden Television (HGTV) recently did a story on the Neiman's trees and wanted to interview Richard for their story.&lt;br /&gt;So now … Neimans chose 6 trees and they were unveiled last week in downtown Dallas . They have opened up voting to the public for our favorite tree and well … here I am shamelessly asking you to go and vote for Richard because I know how deeply winning this would be for him. He has struggled with so many things that other little boys unknowingly take for granted and I have watched he and his family struggle and grow stronger over the years. Just last month Richard was told by one of his teachers that if she were his mother she wouldn't have bought him tie shoes she would buy him Velcro shoes as she watched him struggle to tie his shoes on the playground. He came home in tears. He and Lori worked for literally years to learn to tie his shoes so he could wear tie shoes like his brothers and his friends. I can't imagine how I would have reacted … but not Lori … She just told him that "well, Richard, this is why god gave you to me – because he knew I wouldn't sell you short. You can wear tie shoes and tie them just like all the other boys – and I am raising you to be a man and a man you are already becoming."&lt;br /&gt;I want him to win this one and I want his mom to have this win for him (and for her too). I want her to have the first place award so she can beat that crappy teacher up with it. I want it for Lori because of the challenges she has faced with the schools and our community. I have a hard time writing and talking about him because of how deeply I have experienced this struggle from the outside and how deeply I love my friend and cannot begin to imagine the strength she has had to muster for things I know I have unknowingly taken for granted as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the diatribe but if you could help me by voting for Richards tree on the Neimans website (notice the prosthetic hands reaching to the sky he designed at the top ….:) … ) … I'll keep you posted on the results (please also forward the link to those who think may vote too – FYI you can vote once a day – bookmark it if you will) …&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of his tree, of him (that lori sent me), and of the link to vote. &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/service/poll.jhtml?pollCode=trees&amp;amp;icid=LocalStorePageTwo" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/service/poll.jhtml?pollCode=trees&amp;amp;icid=LocalStorePageTwo&lt;/a&gt; (vote the 4th tree on the page … the one that you see below) … &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278708097654772706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SUG9DAmw0-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lXQ6LF2VXJ4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-1504984732918076992?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/1504984732918076992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=1504984732918076992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/1504984732918076992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/1504984732918076992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/12/vote-for-childs-christmas-tree.html' title='Vote for Child&apos;s Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SUG9DAmw0-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lXQ6LF2VXJ4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-7772749176384879480</id><published>2008-11-08T21:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:24:42.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers needed</title><content type='html'>I am not one to request much from others (a weakness and striving to overcome). I know that the Lord asks us to be humble. For me, that means we lean on each other for strength and help when times are rough (a struggle at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant for the first time, we were so excited. We told everyone. When we lost the baby, miscarried, we were thankful to have lots of prayers said in our behalf because we were not alone. When we got pregnant again, we thought that we might wait to share the news. We did not wait to tell family and friends. We figured the more people that knew the more people that could be praying for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Heavenly Fathers wants us to come to Him and others in time of need. So I am coming to Him and others for help for a friend. I have a friend that is need of prayers for strength and understanding. Their beautiful son, &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/harrisonshapley"&gt;Harrison&lt;/a&gt;, and family has been through so much and now might be diagnosed with a rare disorder called &lt;a href="http://www.everettclinic.com/kbase/nord/nord1104.htm"&gt;Wiedemann-Rautenstrauch syndrome&lt;/a&gt;. Please pray that they may be comforted with the path God is leading them on at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-7772749176384879480?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/7772749176384879480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=7772749176384879480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/7772749176384879480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/7772749176384879480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers needed'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-6356914061335748538</id><published>2008-10-15T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:25:43.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.october15th.com/"&gt;October 15th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How it hurts to know that there is such a day . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though, I am thankful for such a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-What a constant roller coaster of emotions (seems to have been intensified lately with pregnancy hormones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think about every moment we spent with Walker (almost like a movie playing 336 hours minus a few for sleep) before returning him &lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt;. Oh how I miss him. I would love to hold him and just look at his eyes and sweet spirit one more time. Walker, we remember and miss you today and everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had 2 miscarriages prior to Grace and never really felt like I could or should mourn. I am thankful for today to remember all the little souls that did not make it to birth and the little souls that returned &lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt; quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am glad I have found a group of outstanding, faithful women who struggle yet turn to God for strength. Thank you all for your prayers, strength and examples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-6356914061335748538?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/6356914061335748538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=6356914061335748538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/6356914061335748538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/6356914061335748538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/10/pregnancy-and-infant-loss-remembrance.html' title='Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-4107301526884848420</id><published>2008-09-12T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:55:24.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Specialists - NO MARKERS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went to the specialist for part 2 of screening - an ultrasound and blood work. So the blood work will come later. The ultrasound had me feeling great about this baby. I have not really felt excited until yesterday. It went great!!!! No markers seen at all. Ever since I was pregnant with Ava, I have been familiar with soft markers to major markers terminology. So when we were looking at the ultrasound, I was very attentive to looking for markers. I felt an amazing amount of stress become lifted off of me. The doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex which of course we did. He asked what are we hoping for and honestly we said healthy. For the first time it was true - the sex did not matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you might want to know? It is a BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were so excited (my students were also) - I think they would have reacted the same way if it was a girl. They are just so excited and have been from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we have so much to be thankful for including the opportunity to have a sweet spirit like Walker bless our lives - even though his time on Earth was shorter than we would have planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my son and know that I will always have a hole in my heart. I will continue to enjoy life even with the hole. I look to God to help me on this continuous journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the challenge of names - have not even looked because I was scared to become too attached even though that began at the very beginning. Our middle names are very challenging. Open for suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-4107301526884848420?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/4107301526884848420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=4107301526884848420&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/4107301526884848420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/4107301526884848420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-more-specialists-no-markers.html' title='No more Specialists - NO MARKERS'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-2766853047680445568</id><published>2008-08-03T17:56:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:49:03.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My overwhelming emotions</title><content type='html'>------------------------------Update----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;We meet with the specialist and had a sequential screen done. It only tells us the risk of the baby having Down syndrome or trisomy 18. The blood work will be back on Friday. The ultrasound seemed very positive. The doctor said ultrasound measurement looked very normal. It seemed to go well. I am feeling a little less anxious- not 100%. Here are some new pics from the appt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231166325683798098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SJjWDqteQFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3NsrjT6cyvA/s320/img006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Profile                                    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231166578748373522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SJjWSZcxOhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/n2Q34Z2oLAo/s320/img005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many times sat down to blog and then just became overwhelmed. Here is what is troubling me so much. I am torn with various emotions - but some are stronger than others - guilty and scared.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230659706926759298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SJcJSkxRfYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nqU6nrclPxY/s200/img004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I feel guilty because I was so excited when we found out about all of the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pregnancies&lt;/span&gt;; I am not yet excited. I am just scared and worried. If I could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; that baby would be 100% healthy, I would be excited to bring another life into the world. I know that I cannot be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; anything in life and it is God's plan not mine. Yet I am still struggling with my emotions even after many prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are going to a specialist on Monday. At 2pm we will meet with a genetic counselor and then at 3pm with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt; for 1st trimester screen. I feel so anxious about going. I pray that we will be strong no matter the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to truly relay on the Lord right now as we journey again with our new baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-2766853047680445568?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/2766853047680445568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=2766853047680445568&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/2766853047680445568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/2766853047680445568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-overwhelming-emotions.html' title='My overwhelming emotions'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SJjWDqteQFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3NsrjT6cyvA/s72-c/img006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-3047403471319568412</id><published>2008-07-18T07:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:29:55.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrated 1 long year</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to get up before the kids. Usually I wait until they wake up and come wake me up which is in 15 minutes. I wanted to blog in a quiet house so I better quit rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to celebrate Walker's birthday with releasing balloons. It was just us and the 3 kids. We had 14 baby blue balloons and a note tied to them. It was the most peaceful and surreal experience. I know that he was looking down on us and celebrating his day with us. The kids loved watching the balloons disappear into heaven (Charlie thought they would go there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since July 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; to the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I have replayed every day from last year in my mind. I think maybe I should have done things differently. I would have like to shown Walker off to the world. To say- hey here is a gift from God and how could you deny HIM now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, my little guy in God's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, we, us miss you and are forever thankful for your footprint on our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-3047403471319568412?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/3047403471319568412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=3047403471319568412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3047403471319568412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3047403471319568412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrated-1-long-year.html' title='Celebrated 1 long year'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-4509395718202997615</id><published>2008-06-26T20:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:57:48.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trisomy 18'/><title type='text'>Nearing 1 Year</title><content type='html'>I have often wanted to come and sit here and pen my thoughts and feelings.  It is a definte escape when life gets hectic.  I would escape to read other's thoughts, feelings, and life  events.  Sometimes I think my family suffered when I would constantly escape into blog world.  I try not to frequent blogs as often yet when I do I try to read all that I have missed.  Need to find a happy medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So July 2nd is fast approaching.  I am so torn at what to do for Walker's birthday.  I want to celebrate his birthday just like we celebrate the other 3 birthdays.  I just want the day celebrated - Chris has much reservations about how to celebrate that day.  It was a great day and I think it is important for our living children to see us celebrate all birthdays.  I am not suggesting invitations, party favors, cake, etc.  Maybe releasing balloons - does everyone need to be included (extended family)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-4509395718202997615?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/4509395718202997615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=4509395718202997615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/4509395718202997615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/4509395718202997615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/06/nearing-1-year.html' title='Nearing 1 Year'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-8704226149677243376</id><published>2008-05-13T23:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:25:46.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - Video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finally able to figure out how to change the video file from "ifo" to "avi"(only took me on my own about 6 months) . Now I can share our precious slideshow of the birth of Walker. Doug Layton and his wife from Eyecatch through NILMDTS did a wonderful job of documenting our first hours with Walker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77766ccec59da093" 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://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77766ccec59da093%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911612%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AA7CE99F027EA4E36A634BBB99D3251EDF0F96F.19AD05A018218677BDB793F7826F785E6C485B36%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77766ccec59da093%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSZ_cOEByrRCLgkEcoZrJY5Jby7A&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://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77766ccec59da093%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911612%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AA7CE99F027EA4E36A634BBB99D3251EDF0F96F.19AD05A018218677BDB793F7826F785E6C485B36%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77766ccec59da093%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSZ_cOEByrRCLgkEcoZrJY5Jby7A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-8704226149677243376?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=77766ccec59da093&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/8704226149677243376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=8704226149677243376&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/8704226149677243376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/8704226149677243376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-video.html' title='Finally - Video!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-6587479393462516427</id><published>2008-05-03T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:09:34.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SB0oO4QtcTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n4QE13DnljU/s1600-h/208458067205_0_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196353781141172530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SB0oO4QtcTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n4QE13DnljU/s320/208458067205_0_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;What a day. It started out so average. Then it turned out to be an amazing day with my children. I needed to get out and enjoy the day. It is so easy for me to be angry and stressed out. I need to savour those moments before they cannot occur again. It was so refreshing. We went to the zoo and did not try to even see half of it. That makes it more enjoyable (definetly stressful to try to see all the animals with 1 stroller and 3 tired children under the age of 6 and Texas heat). We saw a few animals and then went to the Children's Zoo to just play in the water. A relaxing day for all. (The only picture on my phone- did not think to bring the camera)  Thanks for the beauty of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thought I wanted to share was something I hear on Thursday, May 1st. I guess May 1st has been designated to be "The Day of Prayer". I was saddened to think that we need a day to do what is expectied of us to do daily. Do we really need a day set aside for this? Do we need a daily reminder? Try a rock on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just me opinion.  Just need to express thoughts sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks&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/6024585254482923668-6587479393462516427?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/6587479393462516427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=6587479393462516427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/6587479393462516427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/6587479393462516427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-at-zoo.html' title='A Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SB0oO4QtcTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n4QE13DnljU/s72-c/208458067205_0_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-7377546613486530418</id><published>2008-04-26T02:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T09:48:04.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again, I had to tell my children about death of a loved one. Last Friday, our beloved Lucy passed away. Lucy was a beautiful companion to me and then to my family. Yes, I am talking about my dog that has been with me for the last 14 years. I knew that day would come and thought it would be soon. Just did not really think it was going to be that day or any day. Another example of: we do not know when our lifetime is over on Earth - only God has the future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on telling my children about Lucy. Ava (4 1/2yrs) showed her saddness with tears and hug Brutus (our other dog). Grace (6yrs) instantly tried to change the subject and started laughing. Charlie(3 1/2 yrs) wanted to see the place where Lucy died. I worry that they are not able to deal with their feelings and worry that it will cause issues when they are older. Any suggestions? Maybe it is all okay with how they deal with death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has been a week with my children talking almost everyday about death and dying. It seems so natural for them and so uncomfortable for most of the adults. Why do I feel the need to explain things that my children say about death? It is very real for them. I am saddened that it is part of the rest of their life and how it was not part of the childhood I had planned for them. I know it is not my plan - it is Heavenly Father's plan. I know if we rely on Him we can overcome our tirals. Still, it hurts and will forever hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-7377546613486530418?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/7377546613486530418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=7377546613486530418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/7377546613486530418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/7377546613486530418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/04/again-i-had-to-tell-my-children-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-3948540134832458068</id><published>2008-04-16T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:02:11.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Story</title><content type='html'>I realized that writing down our story will make it a reality.  Yes, I have pictures of Walker; yes, I have verbally shared Walker's life (our story); yes, I have thought about Walker.  Yet, sometimes it feels like an unhappy dream.  So here is our story:&lt;br /&gt;In October of last year, we were surprised to be expecting again.  We had just celebrated Charlie's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  Neither had talked about having another - the girls are 19 mos apart and Ava &amp;amp; Charlie are 15 mos apart.  We had started getting comfortable with the 3 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; 4 had always been the number discussed before Grace was born.  So we were excited about the new addition.  At 21 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt;, it was time for the ultrasound.  During the ultrasound, I could tell that there was something that was a marker or something.  (Ava had soft markers for Down Syndrome - perfectly healthy.  Charlie had soft markers for something else- perfectly healthy).  So at first, I was not concerned.  I knew that we would be sent to a specialist and I would not have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amnio&lt;/span&gt; (had previously 2 miscarriages )- it was not going to impact our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desission&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carring&lt;/span&gt; our baby to term.  As the tech began the ultrasound at the specialist, I  knew this time was different.  I got pretty good at reading the ultrasounds and watching the techs from my pregnancy with Ava.  The doctor came in and talked with tech for a few minutes and looked at the ultrasound.  He made the comment to the tech that he thought it was T13 or T18.  He then talked with me what his findings were and what options we had.  At that moment, I said a silent pray to know what to do next.  I decided that I would go ahead with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amnio&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt that our family needed to know exactly what was wrong with the baby to prepare that kids.  I came home and looked up T13 and T18 and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;devestated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; the doctor did not tell me this for sure.  I felt this time it was different for the others.  So I had my father give me a blessing (a prayer for a certain person)  I was overcome with the feeling that everything would be okay.  I knew that with my Heavenly Father, my family, and my faith we would be able to overcome this trial.  Maybe not easily, yet able to do it.  In March, when we got the results confirming T18 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;trisomy&lt;/span&gt; 18), Chris and I sat down decided he needed a name and to prepare the kids.  We struggled with different names until we used Chris' grandfather's middle name.  It seemed to make perfect sense because Charlie is the first name of Chris' grandfather.  So then we set out preparing our family and making all decisions prior to make it easier (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;).  It seemed like forever until June.  By this time I had been praying for 2 things -not to deliver on Ava's birthday (June 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;)  and to be able to take Walker home.  We chose July 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; to be induced and was discharged with Walker on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July (amazing Hospice group that worked really hard for both to go home together).  We had Walker with us at home for 12 wonderful and amazing days.  It is exactly 9 months since Walker ended his earthly journey and started his heavenly journey.  I miss him daily and long to hold him in my arms.  I just want to hold him, feed him, change his diaper, watch his siblings love him, or anything again.  I can picture the pain in his face that last day and the peace when his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt; left his non-perfect body to go to heaven to gain his perfect body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is part of our story; the other part is continuing daily since.&lt;br /&gt;(Enough rambling for one night - work is fast approaching - ugh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the past to strengthen the future - Walker and more are waiting for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-3948540134832458068?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/3948540134832458068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=3948540134832458068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3948540134832458068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3948540134832458068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-story.html' title='Our Story'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-3016316001791689499</id><published>2008-04-09T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:13:35.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Parents</title><content type='html'>This Saturday I was trying to help Chris do some renovations on the deck and get ready to scrapbook(which I try to do every Saturday afternoon or evening). Aubrey, Avery, Jay, and Sue were over. Anyways, the children were enjoying the outside sun with the door opened(they sounded like they were having a great time - which they were). We were sitting inside getting ready to scrapbook and looked out to this: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACyj45MNAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ky09Nvh7GYM/s1600-h/1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343100368237570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="278" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACyj45MNAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ky09Nvh7GYM/s320/1552.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R_14Lo5MM6I/AAAAAAAAACo/PsEvzxTfWi0/s1600-h/March+and+April+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACyko5MNDI/AAAAAAAAADw/_MYv9H8RcJo/s1600-h/1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343113253139506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="236" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACyko5MNDI/AAAAAAAAADw/_MYv9H8RcJo/s320/1556.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACykY5MNCI/AAAAAAAAADo/4NDF7KUJvsE/s1600-h/1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343108958172194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACykY5MNCI/AAAAAAAAADo/4NDF7KUJvsE/s320/1555.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzQ45MNFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z3NmNQlPZq0/s1600-h/March+and+April+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343873462350930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzQ45MNFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z3NmNQlPZq0/s320/March+and+April+2008+017.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzRo5MNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xqn0T6kDpNs/s1600-h/March+and+April+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343886347252850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzRo5MNHI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xqn0T6kDpNs/s320/March+and+April+2008+019.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzRo5MNII/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZEIJ8OEckBQ/s1600-h/1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343886347252866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="271" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzRo5MNII/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZEIJ8OEckBQ/s320/1552.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzQ45MNFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/z3NmNQlPZq0/s1600-h/March+and+April+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for oxy- clean spray. They and their clothes &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R_14Jo5MM4I/AAAAAAAAACY/6bzUpzJK6aE/s1600-h/March+and+April+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally got clean. It was not the most fun I have had on a Saturday - the kids had a great time. That is the most important thing sometimes. Hopefully it won't happen again while wearing white.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R_14LI5MM5I/AAAAAAAAACg/6zmYKsBCPww/s1600-h/March+and+April+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACykY5MNBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ru3S7FnbNQk/s1600-h/1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343108958172178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="224" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACykY5MNBI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ru3S7FnbNQk/s320/1554.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACyko5MNEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ywgBghVddUI/s1600-h/1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343113253139522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACyko5MNEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ywgBghVddUI/s320/1557.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzRI5MNGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hI14mZnZcH8/s1600-h/March+and+April+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343877757318242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACzRI5MNGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hI14mZnZcH8/s320/March+and+April+2008+018.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R_2JdI5MM7I/AAAAAAAAACw/qJf-WBymvPI/s1600-h/1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R_2Jdo5MM_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jPbo5Rv47Jo/s1600-h/1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R_2JdI5MM8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/1RbViajgbcI/s1600-h/1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R_2JdY5MM9I/AAAAAAAAADA/y84JYZQeJ4c/s1600-h/1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R_2JdY5MM-I/AAAAAAAAADI/gRX4wqD2QQs/s1600-h/1556.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-3016316001791689499?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/3016316001791689499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=3016316001791689499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3016316001791689499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3016316001791689499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-parents.html' title='Busy Parents'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wq7pwhGftms/SACyj45MNAI/AAAAAAAAADY/ky09Nvh7GYM/s72-c/1552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-1501345153203491598</id><published>2008-04-08T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:43:42.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Realization Moment</title><content type='html'>I finally realized why I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascination&lt;/span&gt; with reading blogs about families that have lost a child. It is easier to feel pain for others' loss than feel my own loss. I am very much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of feeling to much of my own pain. Maybe it is part of the grieving process; maybe it is that mothering instinct; maybe I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. I do know I was going to continue writing, yet a Texas storm has decided to start. It is hailing and making me anxious. So I think I will tackle my feelings later and go watch the news to watch out for tornadoes. Oh, spring time in Texas is upon us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-1501345153203491598?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/1501345153203491598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=1501345153203491598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/1501345153203491598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/1501345153203491598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/04/realization-moment.html' title='A Realization Moment'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-3609732193916225387</id><published>2008-04-06T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:34:15.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged?</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged (or memed?).  It is interesting how I am doing something I never do when my sweet nieces send me forward to do this.  So here I am doing it on my blog page - okay I might do it once for my nieces as I don't want to be a hypocrite.  Anyways enough trying to postone doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the meme are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find page 123.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the first 5 sentences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post the next 3 sentences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tag 5 people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I happened to collect Dr. Seuss and I received 2 books at Christmas.  Of course with my schedule, I don't leave alot of time for reading entertainment books.  So the only one that had more than 123 pages that I have been attempting to read is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seuss-Whole-Nothing-But-Biography/dp/product-description/0375822488"&gt;The Seuss, The Whole Seuss, and Nothing But The Seuss&lt;/a&gt; by Charles D. Cohen.  So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stand up swell when the engine's hot&lt;br /&gt;and you give'er the gun for an extra knot.&lt;br /&gt;She starts in a juffy, runs smooth as you please- Dr. Seuss (Essomarine advertisement 1935)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so cool that Seuss did so much more than just children's book.  I am so easily entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the hard part is find 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged now is &lt;a href="http://marygracesummons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;, Sue, Shelly, Aubrey, and Kimberly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay with the tagging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-3609732193916225387?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/3609732193916225387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=3609732193916225387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3609732193916225387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/3609732193916225387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-7843823976539218325</id><published>2008-03-29T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:17:00.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to stay afloat</title><content type='html'>It has become overwhelming; just the everyday tasks.  Some think it was just a matter of time before I would loose it and become depressed.  For many months, weeks, days, I seemed to busy myself with anything just to be busy -to fill the void.   I am at a point where I cannot fill that void by busying myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten by everyday waking up knowing that I have the responsibility to care for 3 beautiful children- I need to pray for patience and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt;.  I understand God's plan and know that death is an important part of that plan.  I just would like to hold my child in my arms for one more time - actually forever.  It has been easy to talk to others about our special Walker; it has been easy to talk about our trials and how to overcome; so why is it getting so hard to do everyday tasks - like laundry or dishes?  I would like for the trial we as a family are going through to get easier - yet as time goes on it seems to have gotten harder.  Shouldn't time heal not bring more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;?   Is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; or just tiredness?  I wish I had the answers- I guess I do within my faith of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for faith to continue to strengthen our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-7843823976539218325?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/7843823976539218325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=7843823976539218325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/7843823976539218325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/7843823976539218325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/03/trying-to-stay-afloat.html' title='Trying to stay afloat'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-4928254171836089755</id><published>2008-03-18T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:01:58.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have reservations about blogging. I have friends that love it. I love reading what they are blogging. I would love to just be able to sit down and write my thoughts. They make it seems so easy. This is more like a public journal and that seems a little weird. Two of the blogs that I have read are very different. One of the blog is about her feelings before her child was born and after her baby went back to heaven - an experience that touched our own family. The other is about experiences and feelings of a growing family. It seems this might be a great way to release all my emotions from raising a family that has experienced a loss of part of it. I know it will be good to look back and to look forward. Hope I can continue to blog and benefit from it. Thanks for listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-4928254171836089755?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/4928254171836089755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=4928254171836089755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/4928254171836089755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/4928254171836089755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-beginning.html' title='Just Beginning'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6024585254482923668.post-6714649383113010805</id><published>2008-03-09T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:12:00.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blogging"</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how to do this "blogging thing".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6024585254482923668-6714649383113010805?l=my4savages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/feeds/6714649383113010805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6024585254482923668&amp;postID=6714649383113010805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/6714649383113010805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6024585254482923668/posts/default/6714649383113010805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my4savages.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogging.html' title='&quot;Blogging&quot;'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07347626099350753475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wq7pwhGftms/R-8jVMyiKII/AAAAAAAAAB4/hfDQkCBjKRY/S220/IMG_2514.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
