<?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-6600279822738940357</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:01:27.573-07:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='intro'/><category term='growing/change'/><title type='text'>Zimmermoments</title><subtitle type='html'>...reflecting. embracing. growing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-7775752910442754751</id><published>2009-06-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:06:35.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back -(b)logged....</title><content type='html'>I have no comment about my last posting date...no comment at all. Today I have thoughts of the last,&lt;em&gt; ahem&lt;/em&gt;, 3 months of our life. They have been filled with a little of everything. I'll try to go in order and share some pics and thoughts of what life has offered us and what we're learning along the way. Never mind....that is impossible. Bear with me...it may be a lot, depending on how patient I am feeling about downloading many, &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174454771198850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjFtV2Pnq4I/AAAAAAAAARA/C5vrqjO6ZKk/s200/IMG_3696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easter, April 2009&lt;/strong&gt; - our girls are at a bit more of an appropriate age of understanding that there is more to Easter than the Easter Bunny and Easter eggs and wearing pretty dresses to church on Sunday morning. And now, our Easter Sunday mornings are a little different than they have been in the past, since Torrey is up and at church prayerfully preparing for the busiest Sunday of the year earlier than the rest of us would even dream about being awake. Our traditions are changing and it has encouraged us, even more, to focus on what Jesus did on more days than just Sunday. As a gift awhile ago, I received a book entitled, Homespun Memories for the Heart. What a fantastic resource filled with wonderful ideas of ways to make certain holidays and even everyday happenings extra special (that is just an understatement of some of the ideas this book offers). Both of the girls have now acknowledged God's perfect love for them and the gift He gave when He sent His Son. They know that Jesus died for them and they have placed their trust in Him. We talked about Easter a lot as Good Friday approached...about the happenings in the life of Jesus that particular week. When we got to Friday, the girls helped Torrey build a cross. Later that evening we took some time and talked about the symbolism of communion and talked specifically about the 'memorial' it is for us to remember what Jesus did when He was crucified on the cross. Obviously, we can't help but think of our sin that brought Him there. This gave each of us a chance to think about the sin that keeps us from where God wants us to be as His followers. The 4 of us took some more time to think about that sin, wrote it on a piece of red paper and took a turn to nail that sin to the cross. Of course, we are all at different levels spiritually. But, I know that God worked in each of our hearts that evening. Our intention for creating an opportunity for the girls (and us) to think about what we were remembering and celebrating was hopefully successful and will most definately become an Easter tradition. When we awoke on Sunday morning...those "sins" were gone from our cross and a purple sash was draped over proclaiming victory! What a blessed reminder. What a blessing to celebrate Christ with them this Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346175869314565666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjFuoL1ChiI/AAAAAAAAARI/6eZnAdCOqxQ/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother's Day, May 2009&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes there are no words...all I can say is that I've always wanted to be a mom. My husband and sweet children making that a reality is the most precious gift.....they are treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGYVhIK_DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DfYVyfK_ZjI/s1600-h/IMG_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346221728102808626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGYVhIK_DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DfYVyfK_ZjI/s200/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGXyeF-JEI/AAAAAAAAATw/cWNnlyu4kPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346221125992850498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGXyeF-JEI/AAAAAAAAATw/cWNnlyu4kPQ/s200/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346177903764507186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjFwemvtCjI/AAAAAAAAARY/aK9dMl_Hk44/s200/IMG_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjFyPDRWr2I/AAAAAAAAARo/5ktJhC1cvEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346179835567189858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjFyPDRWr2I/AAAAAAAAARo/5ktJhC1cvEQ/s200/IMG_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was extra blessed this Mother's day as I had the privilege of sitting under my sweet husband's teaching as he preached his first Mother's Day sermon. He was a blessing! And he continues to bless me each and every day. I am so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, of course, the day couldn't go by without me thinking and thanking God for the 'moms' in my life. The wisdom, experience and life they have given me continue to shape me...so thankful for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjFz2TIR4xI/AAAAAAAAARw/efrRZYzsJc4/s1600-h/IMG_3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346181609350619922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjFz2TIR4xI/AAAAAAAAARw/efrRZYzsJc4/s320/IMG_3795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our first visitors.....Welcome to Alaska! May 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a trip to Seward, took a short cruise where we got to see a ton of "sea" life, stayed in a cabin, visited a Sled Dog kennel, went to a zoo, celebrated Mom's birthday, went to Denali, stayed in another cabin, saw the park (but not Denali- too many clouds) and mixed it all up with moose, bears, learning to knit, making cookies, grocery shopping, playing outside, eating too much and just spending a lot memorable time together. The kids were thankful for the overdue, in-person spoiling that took place, as well. Apparently, it had been awhile:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGV2Iqi6wI/AAAAAAAAATg/XOIrgFxcARY/s1600-h/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346218989936896770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGV2Iqi6wI/AAAAAAAAATg/XOIrgFxcARY/s200/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry...he isn't as scared as he looks:) And, yes! She was scolded for holding the boy 'slightly' overboard.....ah, Gramma! We know, you weren't gonna let him go:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGWeTPEzXI/AAAAAAAAATo/vKHvEw7sjaE/s1600-h/IMG_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346219679969234290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGWeTPEzXI/AAAAAAAAATo/vKHvEw7sjaE/s200/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma's girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjF2wW8GXSI/AAAAAAAAASI/fbRwBkHBs_c/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346184805828943138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjF2wW8GXSI/AAAAAAAAASI/fbRwBkHBs_c/s200/IMG_3798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is READY for adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGVUNmh6iI/AAAAAAAAATY/Y-IZ8Y7kTwQ/s1600-h/IMG_3845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346218407146678818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGVUNmh6iI/AAAAAAAAATY/Y-IZ8Y7kTwQ/s200/IMG_3845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can we take this one home, Mommy??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjF5NtsxjrI/AAAAAAAAASY/dcN8MG1qRqw/s1600-h/IMG_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346187509178142386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjF5NtsxjrI/AAAAAAAAASY/dcN8MG1qRqw/s200/IMG_3844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want to be a musher if it means I get to hold a puppy all day long." &lt;/em&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;Ana and Boomer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjF6s3Zu2CI/AAAAAAAAASg/EArYPPlNICs/s1600-h/IMG_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346189143870199842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjF6s3Zu2CI/AAAAAAAAASg/EArYPPlNICs/s200/IMG_3939.JPG" 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;The cake maker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjF7PNhNxkI/AAAAAAAAASo/PqJ0Z8s6dfQ/s1600-h/IMG_3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346189733922719298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjF7PNhNxkI/AAAAAAAAASo/PqJ0Z8s6dfQ/s200/IMG_3982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, Gramma!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGAWUyD0bI/AAAAAAAAASw/Wncszf3BTyY/s1600-h/IMG_3778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346195353689641394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGAWUyD0bI/AAAAAAAAASw/Wncszf3BTyY/s200/IMG_3778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful time had by all.....it just went by too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew........in between all of this, Gracie 'graduated' from preschool, Ana completed the 3rd grade, Eric has learned to count (sort of to our surprise, ooopps!), Grace has learned to ride her two wheeler without training wheels and tie her shoes (both learned on her own) and Ana got new glasses. I guess that is just a few of the things that have happened. Life is crazy...not because we are any different than anyone else, but becasue that is just how life is, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346199650949472242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGEQdUpH_I/AAAAAAAAATI/PSvdo6Xkd1o/s200/IMG_3766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGCGXavzcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4ytmMMdToD0/s1600-h/IMG_3773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346197278542515650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGCGXavzcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4ytmMMdToD0/s200/IMG_3773.JPG" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346198513017086482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGDOOMa4hI/AAAAAAAAATA/gwidLpY7Du0/s200/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful for God's faithfulness and goodness to us throughout the hills and valleys that come with raising a family. We so desperately want to honor Him in the way we shepherd the hearts of the kids He has entrusted us with....and so desperately want our sweet babes to grow up knowing how very much they are loved and desired...not only by us, but by their precious God. He is our rock, our steadfast source of wisdom and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346201113863879074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjGFlnGneaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qhNvzkU1Hl8/s400/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-7775752910442754751?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7775752910442754751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=7775752910442754751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/7775752910442754751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/7775752910442754751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-blogged.html' title='Back -(b)logged....'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SjFtV2Pnq4I/AAAAAAAAARA/C5vrqjO6ZKk/s72-c/IMG_3696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-8375361730255656162</id><published>2009-04-08T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:02:52.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boys&lt;/strong&gt;!, I guess:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As a child, I grew up in a house of only girls... even in my extended family the girls outnumber the boys by a long shot. When I found out a little over three years ago that I was pregnant, I knew in my heart that it was going to be a boy. The idea sounded interesting, but I wondered how I would be a mom to this boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, I still ask this question. My little man throws me a for a loop on a daily basis. Since birth, he has been a little more aggressive and strong willed than my girls were.....and certainly just more active overall. He was the earliest of my babies to quit nursing, the earliest to crawl, roll over and walk...... The earliest to catch a cold and fall down the stairs.....the&lt;em&gt; latest&lt;/em&gt; to talk, sing or learn his colors. And I KNOW he'll be the latest to potty train. I don't know what of these things are gender related or birth order related or personality related...but this sweet &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt; is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; He is special. He is my little buddy, &lt;em&gt;my Eric&lt;/em&gt;.  As much as I love the little dude, he brings me to my knees frequently in prayer to God for wisdom, knowledge, resources, patience... well, for HELP!  Most days, I just don't know what I'm doing with this little guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, he does crack me up. In fact, he enjoys making us all laugh and will do just about anything to get attention that way. He loves to be 'watched' and we are beckoned regularly by his "look -e me!" invitations to see his latest stunts. He is curious and knows how to get into trouble. There is no whispering or gentle loving. He's lovable and loving, but prefers to do it in his own loud and 'in your face' sort of way. He loves a mess and hates a neat and tidy play space. This is all boy stuff, right?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....had to take a few pics as these oppportunities came about....what a stinker!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322444833188717602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Sd0fYFLTpCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_ufarEFKgVY/s200/IMG_3665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mommy, Look-e-me...I fixing the light" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322445951391719314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Sd0gZKzrX5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FIvUcEW8-l0/s200/IMG_3667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Can I go o'side and pway in puddows?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, that is his specific request.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322449474219162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Sd0jmOXMOcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hN5Tr_ayArc/s200/IMG_3662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look, Mom! Cars at the car wash."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- a little explanation...after Mt. Redoubt exploded and sent it's ash to Anchorage - our cars were a mess. And for DAYS, there would be lines and lines of cars in line at the car wash......he's using his imagination with his favorite cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322451656984649138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Sd0llRzCXbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/R10sytQGIeQ/s200/IMG_3658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can't let the cute moments go by without mention.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322453059547822258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Sd0m26wJ-LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BJe3menPRdY/s200/IMG_3651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because they are usually... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322456396633954850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Sd0p5KXfWiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3ySL9Hk5wNI/s200/IMG_3668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;what keep us reminded that he really is a sweet little thing! And most certainly, a perfect gift from God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-8375361730255656162?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8375361730255656162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=8375361730255656162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/8375361730255656162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/8375361730255656162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-will-be.html' title='Boys will be.........'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Sd0fYFLTpCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_ufarEFKgVY/s72-c/IMG_3665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-543103864745469553</id><published>2009-03-25T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:40:04.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things....</title><content type='html'>that make life so sweet.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace was invited to go on a date with her daddy last night. She had many wonderful ideas to share as her daddy asked her what she would like to do. She narrowed her ideas down to eating Chinese food at the mall (her favorite) followed by a trip to Build A Bear Workshop. She maybe has been to one of these once before, but none of us remember. Anyway, all throughout the day yesterday she was counting down the hours to when she would be able to leave for her date. She spent much of her day 'getting ready' for her big night. She requested that I curl her hair and polish her nails. At the last minute I decided to meet Torrey at work to drop her off since we were in that area anyway. Before I could even say good bye to her she was out of the van and in Dad's jeep, buckled up and ready to go. They ate their food and visted the workshop. Torrey thought they would make the date last a little longer, maybe browse around the mall or something to stretch out their time together. But, she was eager to get home. I guess, wanting to share her new bear with the rest of us. She had a big smile on her face when she walked in the door.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317238569189517074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/ScqgToaMJxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/uETEqCVAwYc/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;She chose her bear, filled it with the perfect amount of stuffing and a 'Best of Both Worlds' sound byte and dressed it in Hannah Montana clothes. She finished the process by completing the 'birth certificate' where she got to fill in important information, like the bear's name. She chose "Laura". This melted my heart. I forget some times that these sweet little girls miss their Auntie Laura as much as I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eric and Ana loved her bear. Ana did her best not to be 'too jealous', Eric did not try as much...he wanted that bear!!! Gracie has a tender heart and is pretty sensitive most of the time and she really wanted her sibs to have a bear too...she even wanted to pay for it so that they could have one. We made a quick trip to the mall this morning and made one for each of them. Eric is loving his already. Ana has not seen hers yet. It is waiting for her to come home from school. (we'll post pics later:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These little things that happen in our little people's minds and hearts change me in big ways daily. I'm so blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. - did you notice the new bangs on Gracie? She had her haircut last week and LOVES her new bangs. Don't they make her big, brown eyes look even BIGGER? She is so cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317241492969193410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Scqi90Vlf8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CB9Wj756Mo0/s320/IMG_3638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Little E - other than the fact that he is the littlest person in our household, there is very little that is 'little' about him. His body is growing like a large, out of control weed. As is his vocabulary (remember this is the little guy who hardly spoke two words before age 2) and his attitude. He is quite the mischievous pest. Thank goodness he has a LARGE amount of cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317243122129831250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/ScqkcpbwBVI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PaVUwdQJ23U/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A few days ago he found a lollipop in my purse. It was a weak moment at about 8 am, but I agreed to let him have it when he asked. A few moments later as he was licking his lollipop like a mad man, he came up to me with his big, goofy smile and said, "Momma, I'm happy!" &lt;em&gt;My heart.....&lt;/em&gt;he has never 'verbalized' his emotions before. Precious.......my heart is blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317245323270390418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/ScqmcxUjgpI/AAAAAAAAAPg/E0IcLbQ554c/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Ana.....she too is growing into a lovely youg lady. I see little things happening in her life and she carefully tucks them away in her BIG heart. I thank God for the way she is growing and changing. She has had so many experiences this school year and is learning so much. She also is very sensitive and it is a joy to see her heart growing bigger for God and for those around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317249696457140034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/ScqqbUthp0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/JOQyeigcr8s/s320/IMG_3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she was recently given a snow board. She has been asking for one all winter. She got to try it out for the first time this last weekend and LOVED it. Of course, being the 'natural' that she is with anything athletic, she was a pro right at the start. Not sure how long the snow will hang around, but she will love it while it is here. She is still loving her ice skating lessons. At her first lesson of her session this time around they advanced her to the next level, which is "power skate" Her full one hour lesson works her hard - she is getting stronger and faster and better each week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I had some pics of her on her snowboard, but they are videos...I won't even try to load them on here...but here is a cute picture of her, dressing up as a rockstar for a birthday party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317251592910903426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/ScqsJtjVmII/AAAAAAAAAP4/51w0yMLdR98/s320/IMG_3639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for other little things that are making life sweeter...there are probably too many to mention. Certainly the three little blessings above are a given. Torrey has been pulled from home a little more than any of us prefer for some things with ministry and church...and though they were all very worth while, we are certainly happy to have him home a little more this week. I value and treasure the little moments we can share with him... and the 5 of us together. We never want to take that for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have lived in Alaska for a year now. Wow! Sometimes it seems we have been here longer....other times it seems like only months ago that we arrived. There have been a few BIG things that have caused us to feel at home here, but many, &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; little blessings that have added up and encouraged us in our move here and the process of making this 'home'. We continue to be so grateful for a loving church family, new friends and of course the huge amount of love and encouragement that gets sent to us from loving family and friends who are far away. I e-mailed this picture to many a few weeks ago, but this family photo captures so much of my BIG God's goodness to me. I'm so happy to be able to share it with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317255394269552386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/Scqvm-t3XwI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WyCkOPIItfk/s320/IMG_3627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Blessings to you as you enjoy the little things God sends your way.  It's so easy to overlook them, isn't it?  But Ihave learned over and over again, especially this past year - that they are allpart of the BIG pricture.  So glad He cares and knows how much we can take.  God bless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking it is time for a blog make-over. What do you think? I have no idea where to begin the process.....but stay tuned. It may take me awhile, but I'm going to give it a try:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-543103864745469553?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/543103864745469553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=543103864745469553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/543103864745469553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/543103864745469553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-things.html' title='the little things....'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/ScqgToaMJxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/uETEqCVAwYc/s72-c/IMG_3648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-5769290273881467551</id><published>2009-03-02T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:16:46.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A diary...of sorts.....</title><content type='html'>Wow! February is a busy month. So much happening, so much to share. Throwing a family vacation into the mix of birthdays and anniversaries in our home is only going to make this blog entry extra long. So if you're in for it...get comfy. This might take awhile:) I'll start at the beginning of it all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb&lt;strong&gt;ruary 10th&lt;/strong&gt;...the countdown has ended and we are heading for the airport tonight for our long anticipated trip to California. The girls are thrilled. Eric knows he's going on the airplane to "see the mouse". Torrey and I are underslept and our flight leaves at 1am. We try to sleep before needing to get up to leave, but really, we are too excited to do that. The flight from Anchorage to Salt lake City is uneventful, but nobody really sleeps until the last 45 minutes of the trip. But, there was no screaming or crying, so I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 11th&lt;/strong&gt;- A 3 hour layover goes by relatively quickly. We call Laura and the girls while they are on their layover in Minneapolis...so cool to both be away from home and almost to each other...Yay! Our shorter flight to Santa Ana is also uneventful and again, nobody sleeps - well, except for me who dozes off briefly only to be awakened by Torrey who is attempting to get my attention to stop Eric who is standing in his seat introducing himself to the people behind us...&lt;em&gt;oops&lt;/em&gt;! We arrive in sunny California, greeted by palm trees and a warm breeze. Temps in the low 60s...not bad - better than the 13 degrees we just left:) We check into the hotel and the boys nap. The girls are wired, knowing their cousins are going to be there before long. I doze for about 15 minutes, enough to dream strange things and awaken myself by yelling to Ana to "get out of the pool" even though she is laying in the bed right next to me. Oy...my sleep deprivation is not a good thing. But the girls got some laughs out of it. Soon we get the call that the D girls have landed and we will see them soon. We check out the hotel grounds while we wait for them to arrive. Of course, the reunion is precious and wonderful...missed those ladies. We catch up, unpack, swim, eat dinner at the hotel and plan our next few days. Lots of fun ahead! By 7pm I cannot keep my eyes open. We all fall asleep early and sleep for 12 hours. (Actually, I think Laura did not because she was in the room next to the giggling girls who refuse to go to bed early or sleep in late ~ sorry, sis.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308760340021386898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayBZvioHpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mA_pHaZQbiQ/s200/IMG_3359.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308760993258743250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayB_xCjJdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GyRNqvn-LgE/s200/IMG_3360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308761985828771090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayC5ipr1RI/AAAAAAAAANA/WomPJUkigvU/s200/IMG_3365.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Thursday Feb 12&lt;/strong&gt; - Day One at Disneyland. We meet Minnie Mouse first, get our Disney hats and ears and make our way in. There is so much to see and do. It's hard to know where to begin. So we go on a few rides, visit some shops, eat lunch, do some more of what we just did and take it all in. Makayla and Ana were totally into the rides and were willing to wait in line to ride them. Haley and Gracie liked some rides, but were content jusy to find characters who would sign their autograph books and such. It was a fun day for all. I think we left for the hotel by about 6 that evening. Little E went the whole day without a nap and was a trooper. And poor Makayla woke up that morning with a fever. But she didn't let it get her down, bless her heart. Her momma did a good job of pumping in the drugs to keep the fever down and as long as they were in her body, she did great. What a toughie! She was passionate about not wanting this day to be ruined for anyone due to her not feeling well. She's so sweet. We all slept well again that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308763240996097714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayECmg5TrI/AAAAAAAAANI/VLTxzNH20QQ/s200/IMG_3367.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308764084438353218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayEzslMxUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YIAUfhl2UPI/s200/IMG_3373.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308764847251930274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayFgGSIPKI/AAAAAAAAANY/VFlipbiNAx4/s200/IMG_3381.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308765896680410706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayGdLtYDlI/AAAAAAAAANg/Of0CDEM2gAg/s200/IMG_3384.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308766895092567458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayHXTFYjaI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y6VC43Z6FKs/s200/IMG_3388.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308767594879135378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayIAB_gLpI/AAAAAAAAANw/jpTsxfURCSw/s200/IMG_3390.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308768698944572098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayJAS9NysI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-c_UMX4V474/s200/IMG_3417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, February 13th&lt;/strong&gt; - Happy Birthday, Torrey! The girls greeted him that morning with song and begged him to hurry and wake up so we could get a start to day #2 at California Adventure Park and make it there before our lunch date with the princesses. We could tell it was quite a bit cooler that day and rain was in the forecast. We wished it wouldn't be, but it was and it did most of the afternoon. We got to enjoy a couple of shows while it poured...along with some ice cream. Because what goes better with freezing cold rain than refreshing ice cream:)? We shopped a little too and that always warms one up. We left the park by 4, I think. Of course it stopped raining when we got to the hotel. Laura treated Torrey and I to some babysitting of our kiddos so that we could go on a date to celebrate Torrey's birthday. We decided to go back to the park. We had a quiet New Orleans style dinner and got to go on all the rides the kids wouldn't have liked to wait in line for. It was dark, so there were fireworks and shows to take in. It was very fun and romantic to be in this magical place to celebrate. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308770520788401138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayKqV2oe_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/0HnbPgdHgo0/s200/IMG_3435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308769740117840306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayJ85oREbI/AAAAAAAAAOA/b1yQladYBUo/s200/IMG_3427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308771453601139410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayLgo2hStI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0y9dH1wuNuI/s200/IMG_3458.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308772344219276978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayMUeqblrI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xGXhHUrS8uo/s200/IMG_3468.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308772871157368674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayMzJqQx2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/n5eazOjTlGg/s200/IMG_3471.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Saturday, February 14th&lt;/strong&gt; - Happy Birthday, Ana! (&lt;em&gt;look for her montage...it's either here or coming - scanning those 9 year old pics is time consuming!)&lt;/em&gt;...Happy Valentine' s Day, everyone! Gifts were exchanged, Ana had a smile on her face from the minute she woke up that morning and the sun was shining. We were ready for our last day at the park. We all had our ideas of what we wanted to do before we left and we got to pretty much everything and ended our shorter day there at the much anticipated High School Musical 3 concert. It was very fun! They involved the audience quite a bit and Torrey managed to find us the perfect place to see the show. So, for two of the songs they sang they chose two of our girls to dance on stage with them. First, it was Ana. How cool for the birthday girl to get to be on stage with the singers and dancers of one of her favorite shows. It was very sweet. And then later they chose Makayla to go on stage. And if you know Makayla, then you know that THIS is right up her alley. We were all thrilled to tears for our girls. We planned to leave the park early that day so that we could return that night to be there in the dark - because it is SO neat at night. We had a great afternoon back at the hotel with swimming and napping and doing some long overdue hanging out. We needed more of this. And we needed the rest of the family there too. It's so good to be together!&lt;br /&gt;The night time trip to the park was fun. I think this was the busiest of all of our time there. We enjoyed the 'Fantasmic' show and the wonderful fireworks. The kids and the grownups soaked in the last of the togetherness. It was a precious time. As we were heading out of the park, Gracie fell asleep sitting on top of Eric's stroller up against her Auntie Laura while watching the workers make caramel apples in the candy store. Eric stayed awake waiting for more excitement (and apples). We all left the park so glad to have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308774766305140386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayOhdos3qI/AAAAAAAAAOo/pxvErF2GFtY/s200/IMG_3540.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308775624545298866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayPTa1GabI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y_lqkGpt0uU/s200/IMG_3547.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308776313701419442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayP7iIuSbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Os0azR9aM5s/s200/IMG_3549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 15th&lt;/strong&gt; - people not as happy today. We need one more day. We're not ready to say good bye again. But in tears, we do. I don't know that it will ever get easy. But, again, it was such a blessing to be able to share that experience together.&lt;br /&gt;Our family of 5 heads north to the Pismo Beach area - about 200 miles. Within minutes of sitting in our rental van, the kids and I are out like a light and sleep for half of the trip. Bless Torrey for being such an attentive driver with us lazies. He was tired too. We got to spend the next rainy 24 hours with friends from seminary. It was fun to catch up and spend some time with these friends. More fun memories were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 16th&lt;/strong&gt; - we head back to the Irvine/Santa Ana area and stay in a hotel. We sat in the hot tub in the dark and drizzling rain ~ fun memories, then returned to our room , watched a movie and ordered room service. We've never done that before! Another good sleep was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 17th&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308759337338027906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayAfYQSP4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/8PJjc07IYlk/s320/IMG_3393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary to us! 13 years ago today I married my best friend. I love this man. God has brought us through thick and very thin. I'm so grateful to be at his side still today. I'm so thankful to be able to look back at our years together, the good and the bad, and to honestly be able to say, "I'm glad we went through that". God has given us so much substance to our marriage. I'm awed by the love Torrey chooses to give me each day, despite......&lt;em&gt;you name it&lt;/em&gt;. He is a blessing to me and I am blessed. There are no words. &lt;em&gt;I love you, my Torrey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of substance, by now we are all pretty tired and plan to spend the rest of our day in an airport or an airplane. Again, the trips are uneventful, the kids do well, sleep, catch up on homework. We arrive in Anchorage before midnight, our bags are the last to come off the conveyor and we drive home in the cold, sparkling snow. Our house is cool, but welcoming. It's good to be home and it warms up quickly once we settle in for the night. Kiddos are happily tucked in bed by 1:30am and sleep til about 9:30 the next morning. Vacation is over........ but I have to reflect on a few of my favorite parts of the trip......&lt;br /&gt;~the anticipation for the girls~ it was fun to share their excitement&lt;br /&gt;~ the fact that there was such a small amount of whining and crying and fighting. In a place that is overwhleming, there was little adverse effect (it really MUST be the happiest place on earth:) ~my magical date with my love - Iloved making those memories&lt;br /&gt;~ sitting by the pool with my sister&lt;br /&gt;~swimming and snuggling with my nieces&lt;br /&gt;~hearing and seeing the girls express their gratefulness each day we there&lt;br /&gt;~ watching my little, busy boy sleep in my arms ( it happened once and never happens any other time&lt;br /&gt;~ knowing and believing that God provided for this trip and was with us each step of the way. We are blessed. We are renewed and refreshed and our brain are a little less frozen. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, God!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 21&lt;/strong&gt; - I have worked the past two nights. I'm amazed how life just picks up once you return to it. I forget we were just on vacation. I anticipate my birthday tomorrow. I tell a trusted friend that I wish my birthday wasn't on a Sunday. It's a selfish thing to say, a selfish way to feel. But, I don't want to share my husband on this day. He honors me that night with a little date at home after the kids are in bed, knowing we won't get much time together the next day. He is wonderful. And again, I know I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 22&lt;/strong&gt;- I seek forgiveness for my selfish thoughts and go into this day so grateful to have my day be on the Lord's day...because even though it is my birthday, the day is His....so thankful to be able to worship Him. The kids and I head home after church in anticipation of company for lunch and small group later that night. The girls are so sweet and bless me with little gifts all morning - pictures, stickers, coins from a piggy bank, used gift cards. They want so much to bless me...and&lt;em&gt; they do&lt;/em&gt;. Eric says "Appy La-La, Momma" (that's "happy birthday, Momma"). Torrey sneaks home quickly after church for a surprise mini birthday party where they shower me with gifts and cupcakes. I am so loved. We continue our day and share lunch with our first Sheboygan guest. Northern Lighters, you will be so jealous when you learn that we got to have lunch with Aaron today. Here! In Anchorage. We honestly have not seen the guy since we graduated from high school, but now that we live 3500 miles away, we see him. His wife's family lives here and he was here doing some ministry and spared a few hours of his time to be with us. What a blessing. It was a joy to reminisce and to hear of how God is using him and his sweet family in this world. We love you, Aaron! The day ended nicely with our small group. We are still growing as a new group and we are thankful for each evening we get to share with these new friends. This day was perfect. I am blessed. ( have I mentioned that?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308778602931815586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SaySAyLyBKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/6PS4qdXQXUA/s200/IMG_3567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 25&lt;/strong&gt; - Happy Re-Birth-day to me. 19 years ago, I learned of my Savior's love for me. I grew up believing I knew what loving God was supposed to look like. For the most part, I was doing a good job according to what I believed. But on this night, I learned that this God I loved had a perfet plan for my life, that He sent His Son to die for my sins, so that I could live a life forgiven and free and in service to Him. I quietly and tearfully took Him in....not ever knowing before that this was even an option or how my heart would now be changed. My soul rejoices at the blessings he has given me, how His mercy is new each and every day and how His grace is so perfectly sufficient. I strive to serve Him selflessly each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, God for the countless gifts you bestow upon me each and every day. I am Yours.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-5769290273881467551?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5769290273881467551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=5769290273881467551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/5769290273881467551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/5769290273881467551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/diaryof-sorts.html' title='A diary...of sorts.....'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SayBZvioHpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/mA_pHaZQbiQ/s72-c/IMG_3359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-346628477145735230</id><published>2009-02-14T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:48:17.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ana Elizabeth!</title><content type='html'>Sweet girl~ you are so precious to me.  I lovingly look back to this day, 9 years ago...when I would meet my first newborn baby. Let me tell you a little about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Monday and I was working at the hospital early in the morning when my body was hinting at the idea of you being born very soon.  I saw the doctor later in the morning and he assured me that you were not quite ready to be born today.  After being home for a couple of hours, you decided you &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; going to be born today.  Your daddy had left for a day trip to Milwaukee.  I was anxious to get to the hospital because I didn't know how soon you were going to arrive and I was nervous.  Your Auntie Laura was on her way over to our house anyway and she drove us to Memorial Hospital and we waited there for your daddy.  We arrived there at around 12:30 in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;While waiting for you to make your appearance I rested and reflected on the moments leading up to this time.  Those moments of all of my life that were spent dreaming of you.  I had wanted you for as long as I could remember.  I had prayed God would prepare me to be a good mommy.......that he would give me a love that would never let you doubt how perfectly wonderful you are or how very much you were wanted and loved.  You made your appearance at 8:44 pm.  Your daddy smiled and rejoiced as you left my body looking right at him with your big, wide eyes. You were ready to see the world!  We laughed and cried with joy when the doctor said "it's a girl!"  You were lovely and perfect in every way.  I cried with thanksgiving to God for giving you to me.  I was immediately humbled that He would choose &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; to be &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; mommy. I still am.&lt;br /&gt;Through the past 9 years you have grown into a funny, joy filled girls.  A girl who loves to be around other people, a girl who wants to see as much of the world as one can.  You love to be busy.  You love to be active.  You are really good at sports.  You are very kind.  You are sensitive to other people and their feelings and you are a very good friend.  You love to bless others through your words and acts of love and generosity.  You are also very strong - not only in physical strength, but also in your desires.  But you are pretty easy going and you continue to amaze me at how quickly and well you adapt to the new things life sends your way.  You are eager to learn more about the God who created you and you invited His Son, Jesus, into your heart when you were 4 years old.  I pray that you will follow Him all the days of your life, that you will pursue a deeper relationship with Him and that you will continue to be a light of His love to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;Living life with you has brought us perfect joy, dear Ana.  You are wonderful daughter and a perfect blessing to your daddy and I and to your brother and sister. We adore you.  Have a wonderful 9th birthday, precious girl.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-346628477145735230?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/346628477145735230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=346628477145735230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/346628477145735230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/346628477145735230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-ana-elizabeth.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ana Elizabeth!'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-2059533853167028359</id><published>2009-02-13T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:08:01.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, my love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SY-DPZt4-GI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qvsEfpzXnzA/s1600-h/IMG_2527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300599587063003234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SY-DPZt4-GI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qvsEfpzXnzA/s320/IMG_2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If life is carrying on as I think it will be in one week, we should be in DisneyLand on this special day. I'm writing this a bit early ~ I just didn't want your day to pass without me sharing how grateful I am to celebrate your life with you today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the things that I love about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you are loving. You have been since I first met you. You have taught me so much of what I need to know about love....certainly in words, but always by example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you are a giver. You love to bless others and prefer to do it without them knowing it was you who helped with the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you are smart. I laugh sometimes at the insane amount of information you carry in your brain.....how you know so much about so many things. I'm always amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you are wise. To me, there is a difference between smart and wise. You continue to guide and lead people carefully with the wisdom you've been blessed with. It is comforting to follow you. You can always be trusted to make the best choice based on what God has taught you through His Word and through the life lessons He has brought you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you are faithful......to me, to our family, to those you love and to those you are trying to love more or better....and to your God. When times are tough and you are tempted to resist His will and purpose for your life , you remain committed to carry out all that He has in mind for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~you are tender hearted. Meaningful words, stories, pictures and occasions cause your heart to overflow with emotion. Thank you for sharing that part of you with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you are funny. On the worst of days, you make me smile. You never pass up an opportunity to make someone giggle:)...even if it makes you look silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you are a provider - you sacrifice so much of what you want and need so that our family can get what it wants and needs sooner.....even today- on &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;birthday, you are scheduled to have lunch with your daughters and all of the Disney princesses. You sacrifice again and again to ensure that joy is given to others before you take it in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ you are humble...because even as you are reading this, I know you are thinking " I need to be more....". Though I appreciate your desire to always want to 'better' yourself, I think you are wonderful and amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love that you always greet me with a kiss and a hug. I love your warmth - you're the best 'warmer-upper' ever, I love your smile and your laugh. I love your homemade pizza. I love the way you play with our kids.....especially wrestle time. I love to listen to you breathe while you sleep and I love to pray for you while you do it. I love sharing life with you - each miraculous moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a gift from God and I thank Him for you....for lettting me witness and experience first hand, the blessings that come from &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; being all that He made you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all of my heart, sweetheart. Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-2059533853167028359?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2059533853167028359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=2059533853167028359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2059533853167028359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2059533853167028359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-my-love.html' title='Happy Birthday, my love!'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SY-DPZt4-GI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qvsEfpzXnzA/s72-c/IMG_2527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-8504014422292402513</id><published>2009-01-21T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:08:14.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated New Year!</title><content type='html'>yes, &lt;em&gt;belated&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;! I, of course, have had many good intentions of being better about keeping up with this whole blogging thing...but it just hasn't happened. &lt;em&gt;(Haven't I said this before??) &lt;/em&gt;I've thought several times in the last few weeks of great things I could blog about....like new experiences and opportunities we've had, many kid 'funnies', and profound and challenging 'a-ha!' moments I've been given...there is actually a list of things I could have shared. I also have a million excuses and/or reasons for not doing it - but none of them are very good. So, I'll spend this time just summarizing all I had thought of sharing over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiet new year's celebration. Our Christmas holiday was busy and we needed some quiet family fun time to bring in the new year. We barely made it up til midnight, but brought in the new year &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt; and were blessed. This was my first year of NOT making any new year's resolutions. I'm still trying to decide if that was because I think I'm being wise by not dreaming up things that need to be changed just because it's the thing to do at the start of a new year or if it is because I am lazy and am not wanting to work on things I know I need to change...only to fail miserably. Sounds kind of depressing, but I needed to challenge myself with the question. God's still working in me to find the answer. (Well, I think I know the answer - but I'll wait to share til I know for sure:) I am, however, always thankful for a new beginning - whether it is a new year, month, week or day. Goodness, sometimes I am just thankful for a new minute! 2008 was a full year. God has been so good, true and faithful in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first two weeks of January continued the series of long, dark and frigidly cold days. Sub zero temps and a great decrease in the hours of daylight minimized the time we were able to spend outside. It wasn't long before it all caught up with us and we found ourselves dragging mentally, emotionally and physically. 6pm felt like 11pm - &lt;em&gt;yawn!, &lt;/em&gt;and planning a meal or making a grocery list seemed like an impossible task because of our frozen and cloudy brains. The post Christmas blues were more intense than ever and all 5 of us could have slept anywhere, anytime. &lt;em&gt;yawn!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; My kids actually liked the idea of taking naps...and we took a few more than usual. Soon, God sent us &lt;em&gt;Spring&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;strong&gt; yes!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Spring&lt;/em&gt; in January! It came blowing in with winds up to 100+ miles per hour (which feels really scary) and with A LOT of rain, but it melted much of our snow and gave us a few days with temps above 40 degrees....&lt;em&gt;glorious!&lt;/em&gt; We even went for a bike ride on a sunny Saturday afternoon....in January...in Alaska.....&lt;em&gt;hmmmmmp ..&lt;/em&gt;..(and NO, I don't have a picture of it because that would have required me to go &lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; to the house to get the camera:) The 'defrosting' of my mind gave me so much fresh perspective in all of the areas of my life that I felt were lacking. I feel it was God's way of reminding me, once &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, that HE is the ONE who can supply all of my needs at &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; time. &lt;em&gt;Thanks, Lord! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just so you know, winter &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; returned to Alaska.....it is, after all, only January! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kiddos continue to be such a blessing to us. The little things they say and do refresh me and challenge me and brighten my moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is still crazy into cars. I guess that is nothing too new. The joy he expresses when someone will sit on the floor with him to play cars is indescribable. He becomes giddy and it is very cute. He now beckons us from his crib calling "hello Mommy! hello Daddy!". He has learned the question "why?" and "you 'kay, mommy?" (when I sneeze or stumble or do something clumsy) and he tells us his name is "Elmo", not Eric. Actually, he says his name is "Elmo Ca-a-a-a-r". I have no idea where this came from, but it cracks us up coming from a kid who wouldn't talk prior to his 2nd birthday only 3 months ago. And the very cutest is how he stalls when it is time to change his diaper (even though the stalling is kinda' annoying) because he wants to ride his "homey", which is what he calls his large, stuffed, riding 'pony'. These are only a few of the darling things he is saying and doing right now. Gotta love that sweet little, growing guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a classy dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXehy4aUNuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TSmGFfNiSwQ/s1600-h/IMG_3163_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293877782505600738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXehy4aUNuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TSmGFfNiSwQ/s320/IMG_3163_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana is growing more lovely each and every day. She continues to be outgoing and is a friend to many. She is sensitive and growing more aware of the needs of those around her (most of the time). She is quick to offer help and assistance in any way she can and loves to bless others. With her growing up so quickly she has encountered new obstacles that require her and us to establish boundaries for the things that she experiences on a day to day basis. We're so grateful that for right now she tries to yield to our guidance and honors our best hopes and wishes for her life. I know this can and most likely will change at some point.  But for right now, we're thanking God for the openness we share with her. I'm so grateful for Torrey's wisdom in leading her. He has a way of getting through to her in a special way. And though I know that she and I have a precious relationship of our own, it's a comfort to trust Torrey to get through to her in ways that contribute to our desires and efforts to raise her up in a way that blessedly challenges her to joyfully follow her Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being silly for the picture she takes of herself:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXejLeLKrSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zVAcvTdI3lY/s1600-h/IMG_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293879304471096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXejLeLKrSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zVAcvTdI3lY/s320/IMG_3285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie reminds us often that we are almost "true" Alaskans. She has her eyes open often for business signs with digital thermometers that will tell us the day's temperature. At the start of our 'warm up' weather last week, she spotted a thermometer that said it was 23 degrees and she rejoiced, saying "Mommy! We have to thank God for giving us a really warm day today." Precious. (but truthfully, 23 degrees really does feel much warmer than 30 below) She is at the fun age when profound thoughts and questions are coming to her mind regularly. Questions like "does bacon come from an animal?" (to which we answer "yes") and "so, you're making me eat a pig?" Other times she is more spiritual and asks "why do &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people raise their hands when they sing and worship in church?" and in response to our attempt to answer she says "well then, why doesn't &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; raise their hands?" &lt;em&gt;hmmmmmm.... s&lt;/em&gt;he's growing deeper. She's also growing taller - most of the clothes she was wearing perfectly this past Fall are now what she calls "capri pants and belly shirts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her art work display:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXemPy0g6FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z_9yfT3j400/s1600-h/IMG_3345_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293882677267589202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXemPy0g6FI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z_9yfT3j400/s320/IMG_3345_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the big people in our family - we are the same, but forever wanting to be changed in to what God wants us to be....which as we all know, is a painful and humbling process. God's grace is so evident in our lives and we are unworthy. We so desire to know Him better and to better make HIM known to those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Torrey is busy and actively seeking out opportunities to grow in the ministry God has given him here. His days are full with new learning experiences where ministry is concerned and he is surrounded by wonderful, God fearing people. His job and our church family is such a gift to us. He comes home often tired, but challenged and driven to love and lead us better. In his spare time he has taken up snowshoeing, which has been a fun blessing for him, I think. He has enjoyed being outdoors, in places where he can clear his mind and refresh his spirit while being surrounded by the gifts of his Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXelZtBH_BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lcCyoKYZMcg/s1600-h/IMG_3356_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293881747996933138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXelZtBH_BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lcCyoKYZMcg/s320/IMG_3356_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, I feel like God is answering my prayers for the wisdom and perspective that I feel I've been lacking for awhile now in the areas of better managing my days and balancing my roles as wife, mom, etc.. I continue to seek the same wisdom in learning how to be a better daughter, sister, aunt, niece, granddaughter/great-granddaughter and friend to those who are not right here with me. It's a struggle being far away from the many that I love so dearly and I want to be better for them, despite our distance. I'm flooded with His blessings and I want to treasure them wisely. It's a moment by moment challenge, but He is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying you are feeling blessed by His faithfulness today.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a photo taken about a week ago from our front porch as the sun was setting...sometimes there are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXenGuCUU1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1u1tYZD92Zk/s1600-h/IMG_3349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293883620876112722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXenGuCUU1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/1u1tYZD92Zk/s320/IMG_3349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-8504014422292402513?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8504014422292402513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=8504014422292402513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/8504014422292402513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/8504014422292402513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-new-year.html' title='Happy &lt;em&gt;belated&lt;/em&gt; New Year!'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SXehy4aUNuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TSmGFfNiSwQ/s72-c/IMG_3163_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-2525428775041612959</id><published>2008-12-29T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:59:04.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Belated Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Our past week has been filled to the max with many things to enjoy.  And though I intended to be more consistent with blogging over the Christmas season, it just didn't happen.  But now, things are a bit more quiet and my heart is processing and pondering all of the happenings of the past few weeks.  I'll try to touch on them a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely Thanksgiving with new friends who invited us to join them for a wonderful, traditional Thanksgiving feast. The food and fellowship was delicious and sweet and we came home that night with full tummies &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; hearts.  Throughout the day I thought about loved ones 'back home' and tracked their happenings from afar.  I loved imagining them all sitting around their tables together....what a blessing to be &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.  I prayed they were feeling blessed by their fellowship with one another on that special day when there was so much to be thankful for.  I was giving thanks to God who brought us far from them...not because He took us so far away, but because He has a plan for us here....sometimes I don't know what that plan could be or if I'm capable of doing what He wants us to do. But, there isn't a day that goes by where I am not reminded of the love and support from loved ones across the many miles....so &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; to be thankful for.  That love keeps us close at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVln1aGfL2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/WHM6hlG8qag/s1600-h/IMG_3167_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVln1aGfL2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/WHM6hlG8qag/s200/IMG_3167_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285369804933246818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days found us scrambling to get gifts together to be packaged and sent off to those far away.  We hoped for ways to be creative in sending our dearest wishes for each of them.  It was more difficult than I thought it would be.  I felt like what I wanted to express to each of them couldn't possibly be done through the mail.  For years I've taken our 'proximity' to one another for granted.  &lt;em&gt;Oh, what I am learning these days. &lt;/em&gt; Well, as quickly as we got our packages sent, others started to arrive here.  There were a few days when the postal workers would visit our home many times each day with arms full of boxes filled with beautiful packages for all of us here. Before long the ground beneath our tree was covered with gifts.  Each glance was another reminder of how loved we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each December day brought on new feelings as I prepared to celebrate this first holiday without extended family.  One day I would be putting out Christmas decorations or helping the kids decorate the tree with all of our favorite ornaments.  The memories flooded my mind and heart and brought sweet joy as I remembered the times spent with one another in the previous years. The laughter we shared here as we recalled those stories was a little added strength for my heart. God is so good to give us those memories.  And even while we were laughing with our own kiddos right then and there, a new memory was being made:)  On a different day, while baking traditional cookies or making favorite candies, more memories came flowing.  We remembered who loved which kinds of cookies and candies best, and who couldn't eat certain things and we remembered when Torrey and I would make these same special treats with our own loved ones when we were kids.  And after making them this year, we wondered.....&lt;em&gt;what will we do with all of this food?????&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlp63r6raI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1xxSl77GKGo/s1600-h/IMG_3177_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlp63r6raI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1xxSl77GKGo/s200/IMG_3177_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285372097797467554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlqrTDQBWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OTfdvsu2plg/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlqrTDQBWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OTfdvsu2plg/s200/IMG_3176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285372929776813410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlroTMpOjI/AAAAAAAAALA/oZE_6n7V38I/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlroTMpOjI/AAAAAAAAALA/oZE_6n7V38I/s200/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285373977788234290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And then the days came when I knew 'back home' people were doing the things we used to do every year - the parties, the concerts, the gatherings....the &lt;em&gt;traditions&lt;/em&gt;.  And on these days, my selfish heart longed to be there, longed to not be forgotten.  And I found myself wondering if Christmas would ever be what I knew it to be for so long.  And I thought I was done.  &lt;br /&gt;But, thankfully it doesn't end there.  The grace of my God opened my eyes (again) to the blessed reminder that those things that I was was missing are NOT what Christmas was all about. I had made them just that it my weakness. Certainly, they were contributing to the celebration of the season, but HE is the reason for Christmas.  And He is &lt;em&gt;Emmanuel, God with us&lt;/em&gt; - wherever we are.  I would have never had experienced any of my favorite people or treats or traditions in the ways that I had in the past if it were not for &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our family here had a wonderful season of celebration of our Savior's birthday. We spent much time with one another and with the new family and friends God has blessed us with here in Anchorage.  We opened gifts, talked to family and friends who are far away as they were celebrating the same Savior in their own special ways.  We ate and shared our special treats with neighbors. We had our birthday party for Jesus with celebratory 'Happy Birthday Jesus' &lt;em&gt;pan&lt;/em&gt;cakes - a new tradition!  And our hearts are filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly all that comes and goes with this season brings it's own thing - good and bad, it's different for each of us. But, I pray that each of you are feeling blessed simply because God loves you and is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our home, to yours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlpIF-JasI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PAGvviH2ACI/s1600-h/IMG_0526.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/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlpIF-JasI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PAGvviH2ACI/s200/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285371225458698946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Lucia Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlsZGxHjWI/AAAAAAAAALI/rHsbBo8bEzk/s1600-h/IMG_3233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlsZGxHjWI/AAAAAAAAALI/rHsbBo8bEzk/s200/IMG_3233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285374816265145698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas love from Aunt Katie et al&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVltNhOXXfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jLaYnc4Uap4/s1600-h/IMG_3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVltNhOXXfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jLaYnc4Uap4/s200/IMG_3239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285375716720336370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cars&lt;/em&gt;...just what he thought every gift he opened was going to be.  I think he got 20 more cars this Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlt75OzZ5I/AAAAAAAAALY/uGN6tzE33XM/s1600-h/IMG_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlt75OzZ5I/AAAAAAAAALY/uGN6tzE33XM/s200/IMG_3248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285376513438607250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: the 'bookworm', From: the 'Peach' - one she hasn't read yet...but did in just 2 days:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVluyAjyPNI/AAAAAAAAALg/spJIzxY3B6k/s1600-h/IMG_3254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVluyAjyPNI/AAAAAAAAALg/spJIzxY3B6k/s200/IMG_3254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285377443118595282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlv1hRFx1I/AAAAAAAAALo/ETL8Xfo3PL4/s1600-h/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlv1hRFx1I/AAAAAAAAALo/ETL8Xfo3PL4/s200/IMG_3275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285378602949789522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a small part of the post-Christmas morning mess:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlwprMAhMI/AAAAAAAAALw/kpA5P2rHbnY/s1600-h/IMG_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVlwprMAhMI/AAAAAAAAALw/kpA5P2rHbnY/s200/IMG_3299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285379498966025410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-2525428775041612959?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2525428775041612959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=2525428775041612959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2525428775041612959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2525428775041612959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-belated-christmas.html' title='Merry Belated Christmas!'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SVln1aGfL2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/WHM6hlG8qag/s72-c/IMG_3167_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-2581952220583215116</id><published>2008-12-16T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:04:42.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason for joy.......</title><content type='html'>- a quaintly decorated log cabin, perfect for a Christmas in Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- snuggling with my husband under our Christmas quilt, watching a Christmas classic while sipping something warm to drink in the glow of the lights from our Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- decorating Christmas cookies with three cheerful 'elves'(well, 4 if you count Torrey:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hearing my baby boy say the words "Baby Jesus" while playing with his nativity set.  (it actually sounds more like "beebee ZeeZus")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Gracie play dress up, wanting to be "just like Mary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hearing Ana explain to her brother and sister that "Christmas is about GIVING, not GETTING".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- listening to my Casting Crowns Christmas CD - &lt;em&gt;LOVE IT&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Christmas programs and parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  reading Christmas books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- on-line Christmas shopping - (again, &lt;em&gt;LOVE IT&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- snow (it's all good until January 1!:) for a white Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas cards with Christmas photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas break - no school for 16 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...these are only a few of the many things for me to love about this time of year.  But as much as I love them and as good as I think they are - I can allow them to become a distraction, a pacifier or an excuse to replace my Jesus - the real reason to celebrate, the real reason for my joy.  I've been so quick to 'take in' the many things on my list above, believing they alone can provide great comfort and joy, only to realize that I've let them take the place of all that Jesus offers - not only at Christmas, but every day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, I thank you for all of my 'favorite things'. They are gifts from you.  And though they bring great joy, the Son you sent for me on a Christmas long ago is the true meaning of joy in my heart.  Help me not to cover that gift up with things of this world, with the 'feeling' of comfort that I get from something that is not YOU.  May the joy that comes from the gift of your Son be the joy that flows from my heart into the lives of those around me...and may that somehow be a gift to You.  Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-2581952220583215116?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2581952220583215116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=2581952220583215116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2581952220583215116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2581952220583215116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/reason-for-joy.html' title='A reason for joy.......'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-6960988037866042340</id><published>2008-11-26T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:48:03.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing.......</title><content type='html'>a kinder, more &lt;em&gt;gentle&lt;/em&gt; word for 'sucking it up'.  No, I'm just kidding! But it is what we have been trying to do a bit more fervently lately.  Especially, where snow is concerned.  We have already got quite a lot.  Sledding is one activity we agreed we could all sort of enjoy at this phase of life (considering ages and abilities of the kiddos).  For the most part, we all have fun with this activity, except Eric.  He cries each time we put him in a sled. Maybe if it had wheels, he would like it:)&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SS2sBlhLRiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ILd3NAuz2yI/s1600-h/IMG_3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SS2sBlhLRiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ILd3NAuz2yI/s200/IMG_3150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273059881971828258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SS2tPyCUgBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TERbg7Eh-ts/s1600-h/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SS2tPyCUgBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TERbg7Eh-ts/s200/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273061225361866770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SS2vxCwQh3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/SinXNlHaTpI/s1600-h/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SS2vxCwQh3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/SinXNlHaTpI/s200/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273063995808450418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we are liking the snow.  For me, it brings back some sweet memories of when I was a little girl.  Growing up in Michigan, it seemed it was snowing all of the time.  And when Torrey and I were first married, I remember making a trip up to Michigan for my cousin's wedding.  It was early December and it snowed almost the entire time we were there.  It wasn't blizzard-y snow - just a gentle and peaceful snow that dogs love to play in. Snow that is perfect for mid-night walks as it's glow gives a little light in the darkness.  Sweet.  For Torrey - it gives him an extra hour or so each morning to himself while he snowblows our LONG driveway.  Well, not sure if he's embracing that yet, but I know he's grateful for our snowblower:)&lt;br /&gt;So, yes!  The snow is a good thing right now.  I continue to be thankful to God who gives us everything we need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-6960988037866042340?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6960988037866042340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=6960988037866042340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/6960988037866042340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/6960988037866042340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/embracing.html' title='Embracing.......'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SS2sBlhLRiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ILd3NAuz2yI/s72-c/IMG_3150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-5505196794134424114</id><published>2008-11-18T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:06:15.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing/change'/><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>What's new?  I rarely know how to answer that question.  Most of the time in our current circumstances and time of life, I would naturally think 'everything' is pretty new.  And a lot of the other times, I feel like 'not a lot' is new at all.  Isn't that just life, though?  Each moment, thought and experience we encounter is new for some reason or another, though we (I) so often feel stuck in the monotony of the day to day....(you know the phrase, "same story, different day.")  My often poor attitude causes that phrase to come to mind more than it should.  While I should be embracing each day as a precious gift from our God, I'm occasionally selfish enough to look at a new day as a burden, a stress - another opportunity to let the frustration of life make me fall in failure.  Wow!......pathetic!  How did I get there?  The past few weeks have challenged me in my outlook on day to day living.&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a little about my last few weeks.  I'll give you a bit of our family's journal of events....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, October 28&lt;/strong&gt;- Eric is awake much too soon from his nap.  I let him cry for awhile, &lt;em&gt;he'll fall back asleep&lt;/em&gt;. After awhile, he's still crying.  I go to his room and see (and smell) that he has thrown up all over his crib.....gulp!&lt;em&gt;GUILT!BAD MOMMY&lt;/em&gt;! So I get him and his bed all cleaned up and he's fine - running around in his crazy, little boy ways.  He's not terribly interested in dinner, but is acting just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, October 29 &lt;/strong&gt;- 1/2 day of school for Ana.  She comes home from school, a little crabby - nothing completely abnormal these days.  I arranged with my neighbor a kid swap so that we could both go to conferences without children.  Yay!  The kids are all playing over there until about 10 minutes before my conference.  Gracie calls and tells me she has a tummy ache and wants to come home.  sigh...  &lt;em&gt;this little girl has a tummy ache every day&lt;/em&gt;, I don't think much of her complaint.  I decide to take her to the conference with me where she is kneeling on the floor at my knees, silent.  I can tell by the green look on her face that this is not typical tummy trouble for her.  I hurry through the conference.  We finish and I insist that Gracie take a trip to the ladies' room, just in case.  And no more than a second after walking through the door.....yeah, you guessed it.  We rush home, praying that she can keep things 'in' until we get home.  We get home and she is begging to go back to the neighbors' home to play.  She's fine for the rest of the night.  However,........ Ana is a bear.  She doesn't want dinner but I'm making her favorite...stirfry.  I encourage her to eat.  She does.  My mistake. Only this time, she is sitting on my lap and it comes on without warning.  She sleeps through the night and feels fine the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, October 30 &lt;/strong&gt;- Happy Birthday, Little Buddy!  I decide to keep Ana home from school, even though she feels better.  She's missing 3 hours of school, 1 1/2 where they will be having a Fall (Halloween) party in her class.  When I knew everyone was well, we went to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate as planned.  The kids are having a great time and I can't seem to figure out why I feel so 'blah'.  It's my baby boy's birthday - a happy day.  As I attempt to run after my very excited 2 year old, I feel the vaguely familiar ache I tend to get any time I have a fever......&lt;em&gt;ugh.... I think I have the flu&lt;/em&gt;.  Ibuprofen carries me through the day and a good night's sleep does me good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, October 31 &lt;/strong&gt;- shortly after midnight...Torrey - in the bathroom, comes back to bed...."I don't feel very good"  Of course, it couldn't end there - his lasted 3+ days.  He spent nearly 2 days in bed, but managed to drag his feverish self to church to take care of his responsibilites in the Saturday night and Sunday morning services.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, November 4 &lt;/strong&gt;- Everyone is well, my house is clean and 'disinfected'. I voted, I'm praying.  I'm feeling encouraged as I anticipate this new week.  We go to Bible study and afterwards decide to meet Torrey in his office to take him to lunch.  While he, Grace and I are zipping up coats and getting ready to leave, Eric 'satisfies' his curiosity about how Daddy's coffeemaker works and ends up with second degree burns on his left hand.  We spend a part of our afternoon in the doctor's office where we get his oughie treated and become educated on how to care for a 2 year old's wound so it doesn't become infected.  In the meantime, I notice his nose start to run and a little cough start to develop.  By 11pm that night, I'm wondering whether his 103 degree fever is a part of this new and sudden upper respiratory infection or a result of his injured hand.  I have no words to reflect on this day.  It's a blessing to hide under the blankets in my bed at the end of the day and hope for some sort, any type, of imporvement in the day to come.  Our 2 day follow up confirms there is no infection in the hand, but that he has a virus.  It ends that day and his hand continues to heal beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, November 10 &lt;/strong&gt;- Gracie has another tummy ache and sleeps in the afternoon - which she would never do willingly.  She wakes up...with a fever.  Only this one last til Friday.  Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, November 14 &lt;/strong&gt;- we are all beat.  It's been a week......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 15, 16, 17 &lt;/strong&gt;- we all wake up pain, injury and fever free.  And I'm starting to wonder why these last 3 weeks have been so hard on all of us.  Because even with the bit of misery we experienced with each 'event', God saw us through.  He was there each step of the way, carrying us, protecting us, blessing us with protection from each of those things developing into something worse.  But in my busy-ness and selfishness, I failed to see Him there.  I failed to call on Him when I needed Him.. I failed to stop for even a moment to seek Him out.  I have a terrible tendency to be too self reliant when things don't go as I hope they will.  It affects every earthly relationship I have.....but most seriously, the relationship I have with my heavenly Father.  And when I am not 'right' with Him, I'm rarely 'right' with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really rambled on about the frustration of our previous days.  I'm not even really sure what I wanted to relay in this post - I might not even post it.  Yes, that life has been hectic and even challenging, and that from those challenges came great lessons to be learned - but more than that, I want to testify of God's faithfulness and goodness to me (and our family) even when I was not always faithful and good.  He is good all the time, it's not hard to see if you (I) &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to take the time to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos of our past couple of weeks - birthdays, Halloween Festival at church, Eric's burned hand (it's not too gross to see it in the picture.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Gracie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSShPl7lVSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rHAH21tlcjs/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSShPl7lVSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rHAH21tlcjs/s200/IMG_3072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270514753182455074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday brownies for THIS boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSSjVagEj2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TYijVkia20g/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSSjVagEj2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/TYijVkia20g/s200/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270517052216741730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressin' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSSlNz06YdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YrcloSBfsn8/s1600-h/IMG_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSSlNz06YdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YrcloSBfsn8/s200/IMG_3118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270519120599343570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oughie getting better:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSSnGoj0U1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1ZASuTQYzHM/s1600-h/IMG_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSSnGoj0U1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1ZASuTQYzHM/s200/IMG_3138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270521196339024722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a good sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSSo1rvctFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pj3-GipUJvs/s1600-h/IMG_3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSSo1rvctFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pj3-GipUJvs/s200/IMG_3140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270523104158594130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-5505196794134424114?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5505196794134424114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=5505196794134424114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/5505196794134424114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/5505196794134424114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SSShPl7lVSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rHAH21tlcjs/s72-c/IMG_3072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-1525204917428022253</id><published>2008-10-30T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:44:37.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Little Buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years!! How can it be?  It seems like only yesterday that I was wondering how I was going to tell your Daddy about your 'being'.  I was a little shocked myself.  It wasn't that I wasn't wanting you, sweet boy.  I just didn't think I was ready for you quite yet.  But as always, our God knew differently and He prepared and provided in great ways for your arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I will tell you more about your big sister's prayer for you...she seriously wanted a baby brother and asked and trusted that God would give her one.  When we told her there would be a baby coming she KNEW you would be a boy - because that is what she asked for.  Her great faith challenged us and we were thrilled when we learned you were, indeed, a boy!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious, charming, adventure loving, tender hearted toward your sisters when they are sad, you love to be cuddled (for a little while, anyway) and being reunited with someone after they have been gone (even for the time needed to take a shower) makes you really happy.  During your more 'difficult times' you are impatient, terribly stubborn and very strong willed.  You bring me to my knees in desperate prayer more than I should even tell you:)  Forcing you to do anything is rarely easy or successful.  Training you takes a bit more persistence and patience on our part.  But as you grow older, I see that all of these 'qualities' are  'usable' in God's eyes....and I trust, as I did when I first learned you were growing inside of me, that God has a great plan for your life....I love you with an indescribable love, my sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;I remember holding you for the first time after you were born...my son.  I'm still challenged in knowing how to raise a son as I desperately desire to raise a man with integrity and conviction..one who will &lt;em&gt;lead&lt;/em&gt; when necessary all while knowing what it means to &lt;em&gt;follow&lt;/em&gt; God each day of your life, one who will love tenderly and unconditionally, one who will be able to share his thoughts and ideas in ways that are wise, yet sensitive.  I may be all wrong in wanting these things for you, because most of all, I want you to be who God wants you to be.  I trust Him to equip us to train you in His ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things I can tell you about how you are as a two year old..... you love trucks and cars.  You've been known to carry at least 8 matchbox cars with you at one time.  You also love airlplanes and trains. Every once in awhile we see you taking care of your sissies' dollies.  We were concerned at first, but we know that you just love babies:) You love puppy dogs and we smiled when we saw a softer side of you while you held on to the puppy at the petstore a few weeks ago ...precious! You appreciate a good mud puddle and I can tell that it is just IN you  - the need to step (or jump) in each and every one you see.  You hate vegetables (and hate is an appropriate word for this, I promise), you don't like bread or cake.  You love macaroni and cheese and spaghetti and ice cream.  You love a good bubble bath.  You LOVE your dad....your smile lights up a room when he enters your presence:) The two of you are good buds.  You love your sisters too and when you are not ripping up their artwork or pulling their hair, or throwing your cars at them, you enjoy playing with them and loving them.  You make their day when you go into their room to wake them up.  They love having you crawl into bed with them.  They are like 'little mommies' for you and you LOVE it!  And I'm pretty sure you like me a little too - I can tell by the look in your BIG brown eyes each time we connect.  You are precious, loving boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gift it is for us to watch you grow and to share life with you.  You make us so happy and we treasure you. Happy Birthday, Eric Joseph.  You are a gift from God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-1525204917428022253?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1525204917428022253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=1525204917428022253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/1525204917428022253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/1525204917428022253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-little-buddy-2-years-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-2773781384126733422</id><published>2008-10-30T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:00:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=73af9a0056168d184058e6" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=73af9a0056168d184058e6&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=73af9a0056168d184058e6&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/73af9a0056168d184058e6/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&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/6600279822738940357-2773781384126733422?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2773781384126733422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=2773781384126733422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2773781384126733422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2773781384126733422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-baby-boy-make-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-644472001545034020</id><published>2008-10-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:20:42.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Grace!</title><content type='html'>5 years old!!  How can it be?  My sweet Gracie is 5 years old.  I can't help but reminisce about your life...starting from the moments I dreamt of it.  I knew at just the right time it was time to start thinking of bringing you into this world.  I had my own perfect plan of how I wanted it to go and God seemed to go right along with it.  We learned we were pregnant with you on our 7th wedding anniversary - what a perfect gift:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having about 6 weeks of morning sickness, I felt better than ever with you living inside of  me.  I gained only 11 pounds during my pregnancy with you!  Even the day before you were born I was RUNNING in the woods with your daddy and your big sister.  You invigorated me:)&lt;br /&gt;Your birth was easy (well, as easy as childbirth is) and when you were born you looked just like your big sister when &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; was born.  I knew you would weigh 7 pounds and would be 20 inches long - just like your sister. (I was an ounce off.)  You were perfect and wonderful and you fit your given name, Grace Elizabeth, just perfectly.  Your name represents a gift from our God to your daddy and I - I can't wait to tell you more about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were lovingly welcomed home by your adoring Daddy, your excited big sister, Ana, and your crazy dog, Jack.  We were quickly surrounded by caring friends and family immediately after you arrived.  They all said "she looks like a Grace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved caring for you when you came home.  I cherished the moments we shared in the middle of the night - rocking and nursing you in the dim light of your nursery.  I would pray for you and our family during that time.  It was then that I sensed that God was going to do something great through you and your life.  Though, I didn't know what that meant ( and still don't), I trust Him.  And I grew more in love with you, sweet girl!  In 10 short weeks after you were born, we didn't have as many frequent mid-night encounters.  But when I was (and am) awake in the middle of the nights, I pray the same prayers for you.  I can't wait to tell you more about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are - almost 5 years later.  You are wise, thoughtful, nurturing, creative and a 'realistic' dreamer (just like your mommy).  You are also stubborn and cautious at first, slow to warm up to anything unfamiliar and sometimes...just a grump.  I'm afraid we have nicknamed you "Grumpy Grace".  We seem to use it less as you grow older.  But, we know that God has created you in this perfect way and will use all of you for His perfect plan.  I can't wait for you to share it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your contagious laugh, your inquisitive questions, your voice and your speech, the words you make up (gracie-isms), the way you sing at the top of your lungs in the bath tub, the way you boss your big sister around (well I don't ALWAYS love it), the way you care for your baby brother, like a little mommy!, the way you NEED to be snuggled.......there is a list that goes on and on that would list all that I love about you.  I'm so thankful for the the fact that just a few short months ago, you gave into the truth that you needed Jesus in your heart and that you let down your guard to ask Him in.  You are precious and brave, sweet girl.  I pray that you will let Him have His way with your life - that He would continue to capture your heart and give you the desire to live for Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the love you give to our family, the joy you bring to our lives.  You are a gift from God and we thank Him for YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favorite recent Gracie-ism:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;- "Gracie, you are being such a good girl today. I'm really proud of you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt;- "That's good, Mommy - now you won't need to "en-trouble" (discipline) me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, my sweet Gracie!  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But, I'm a few days late - I"ll share anyway:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SOmbfrs_vQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RfsjuhNXns4/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253901408914095362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SOmbfrs_vQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RfsjuhNXns4/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of October 1st - this day is always really fresh in my mind. Whenever I hear the date mentioned I immediately go back several years to an 'October 1st' in 1989 - when I started 'dating' the man of my dreams:) (uuhhhhh, yeah - that IS Torrey - in case you are not 100% sure). This was the time when girls liked to have steady boyfriends - I was awed and amazed at the opportunity to 'go out' with such a great guy. That day started a whole new world of &lt;strong&gt;firsts&lt;/strong&gt; for me. How grateful I am for the courtship we've shared for the last 19 years - wow! And though we have many more dates to remember now that we are married, I'll always remember fondly October 1st. &lt;em&gt;I love you, honey, and cling to the memories we share and am thrilled with the thoughts of the sweet memories we'll make in the many many years to come. xoxoxoxo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this photo was taken when we were in college:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems our lives have been filled with many f&lt;strong&gt;irsts&lt;/strong&gt; in the last couple of years - it's a given when you move 3500 miles away from everything you have ever known and land yourself into vocational changes and demographics you've never been a part of , etc, etc. But here are a few &lt;strong&gt;firsts&lt;/strong&gt; that are sticking out in my mind right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I experienced my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; women's retreat last weekend (not necessarily my 'thing', I thought). It was filled with many &lt;strong&gt;firsts&lt;/strong&gt; - my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time to this part of Alaska, my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time letting fellow church go-ers see me without make-up :-0), my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time walking outdoors in the dark in Alaska (crazy, but it's true) and my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time ever kayaking on open water (sorry, no photo). I was intimidated at first, worrying I would fall in - but then I thought -that is only the worst thing that might happen and I knew I would survive even that. Fortunately, I stayed completely dry and had a great time talking with a new friend and soaking up the beauty of the place God had given me that weekend. The rest of the weekend was fabulously worshipful and challenged me in so many ways and as a result caused me to feel like I was leaving there changed - a better person than I was when I arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, I said good bye to my sweet heart who is leaving the kids and I alone in this log cabin (still, with occasional shrews - they are still mice to me , &lt;em&gt;I don't care how tiny they are&lt;/em&gt;- who are looking for a warm sticky trap to land on) to go to California for the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time to his &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; pastors' conference. I'm praying that God would work mightily in the days ahead to fill him with refreshment, perspective and encouragement he is needing while he is there and that he will return home feeling blessedly equipped to do all that God wants him to do in the weeks and months to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie decided she wanted a haircut. I took her to a place at the mall thinking they could manage a &lt;em&gt;shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-length&lt;/em&gt; bob. Apparently not - it was truly the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time any of my kids ever received a really BAD haircut. I couldn't take a picture (it was THAT bad), but two haircuts later (in attempt to 'fix' the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; one) - this is what we have. She's so cute and especially spunky with her new 'do'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253903170378051154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SOmdGNqurlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RrOA0E4IrTg/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana decided she wanted a haircut too - just in time for school pictures. We're getting alot of '&lt;strong&gt;firsts&lt;/strong&gt;' with her lately - mostly in the area of attitude. Ouch...please don't let this be a glimpse of the years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253904095901365714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SOmd8FgrtdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/w0-psx0S3mg/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is her 'posed' growly "MOOOOMMMMMMMM!!" We're praying for wisdom here (though NOT for the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time) - it all seems a bit soon. And, thankfully, it doesn't usually take too long before the great amount of sweetness that is part of her very being comes shining through to remind us that it is all going to be okay:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric is cracking us up with his new, &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; time interest in talking. Talking hasn't come especially easy for him, but lately, he will repeat just about anything we ask him to. I almost fell over earlier in the day when I asked him to come to me and he said loud and clear - " &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt; " - okay, wasn't ready for that. But, the cutest this week is his &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; "hel-wo" (hello). He loves talking on the phone! Here he is talking to Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253905379631446562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SOmfGzxyOiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lpMMrsA-V1k/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, here is the most outrageous &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; of my recent moments. It happened today, on October 5th......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253906640439355666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SOmgQMp0KRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Imdg8GFgdKQ/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;that's right...&lt;strong&gt;snow!&lt;/strong&gt; - notice how lovely it lays, gently covering my unraked, fallen, golden leaves. I'm biting my tongue here....&lt;em&gt;it's only October 5th!&lt;/em&gt; I know, I know it won't stay on the ground very long - but it's too &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt; to shovel - and I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to shovel.....&lt;em&gt;oooy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God, you give us these '&lt;strong&gt;firsts&lt;/strong&gt;' and You are with us when they come our way. So whether they are good or bad, expected or unexpected - I know You are here with me - You have orchestrated them perfectly to prepare me for greater things (big or small). Change me, Lord, help me to take these things as they come and to respond with grace and thanksgiving......may I never stop giving YOU the glory for all you send my way. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-7992604064869057008?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7992604064869057008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=7992604064869057008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/7992604064869057008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/7992604064869057008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-firsts.html' title='A few &apos;firsts&apos;'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SOmbfrs_vQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RfsjuhNXns4/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-7602947792871182044</id><published>2008-09-20T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:46:19.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That....</title><content type='html'>I realize it has been THREE weeks since I last blogged. Why? I really have no good reason. Life has carried on with it's daily busy-ness, but there hasn't been anything too exciting to share. I'm okay with this as I learn to appreciate the gifts of simple day to day living. But, I will still fill you in on the happenings of the past few weeks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the rainy day I mentioned in my past entry? Well, it did stop raining once or twice since then (I'm totally serious). I'm amazed at how much rain we get here..and my fellow Alaskans assure me again, "this isn't normal". I don't know. I'm working through it, though. We joke at home when things are not going our way or we are discouraged about 'whatever' by saying "well at least it's still raining!". &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;'s new motto is "don't change your plans, change your clothes". I know now that I need to outfit the kiddos for the rain a little better next Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV5sslbWaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gIxVxR3JrEE/s1600-h/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248234749559527842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV5sslbWaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gIxVxR3JrEE/s200/IMG_2951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; injured his back earlier this week and that kept him down for a few days. Poor guy!! I know when he isn't even able to carry on a conversation because of his discomfort, that it's really bad! He's slowly on the mend, bless his heart. Many exciting things are starting up at church now that Fall is here - small groups, classes, retreats, prayer groups. We see God working so often and regularly within our church family and are praying for great things in the months to come. What a blessing. &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; has been busy trying to implement many of the new changes and has been...well, just really busy. I continue to pray that God will equip him perfectly to do what is needed. The task and need is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; was mildly traumatized last week when she brought a sealed envelope from school to us at home saying she was going to be one of 10 in her class who was going to be transferred to a different classroom. The 3rd grade class sizes were too large, so they needed to add a class. Apparently, she was settling in nicely to her original class and the thought of moving was devastating to her. Because she has adapted so well to ALL of the changes we've experienced in the last 4 years, I was kind of surprised that she was so upset. But, we prayed about it and tried to keep a positive attitude about the situation. Long story short - she came home from school on 'moving day' with a big smile on her face. She loves her new teacher and MANY of her friends moved with her. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, Lord!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran a 1 mile cross country race today. She was pushed down in the first minute of her race with other 3rd and 4th graders of the Anchorage School District, but she managed to run her mile in about 11.5 minutes. She's very excited! And guess what? It wasn't raining!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248228281931387714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNVz0Oyt00I/AAAAAAAAAHg/LVs-gbgkTmg/s200/IMG_2957.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248229111970395042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV0ki7b86I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BqAT881OiHE/s200/IMG_2964.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 'Luky Mittel &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;' (as cousin Haley once referred to her in a drawing/letter) is excelling quickly in &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV5AcNITRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sWjNbo0d0O4/s1600-h/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248233989248404754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV5AcNITRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sWjNbo0d0O4/s200/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her ice skating lessons she and &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; now take each Saturday morning. She loves being in a class and gets LOTS of attention from her instructors as she is in a smaller group. Bliss! While at home during the week she is enjoying 'doing school' with mom. This week we made homemade apple pie - yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV3CUa1ziI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0J690-a9n08/s1600-h/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248231822494912034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV3CUa1ziI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0J690-a9n08/s200/IMG_2903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; - He had a great time a couple of weeks ago when we went to the Alaska State Fair - tractors and machines with wheels EVERYWHERE! Here, it DID rain, but &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; LOVES the rain and I can never seem to find a dry pair of shoes for him to wear. He spots those puddles from a great distance and you can see the look in his eye as he prepares to jump in each and every one - there is NO holding him back. Okay, he's a boy - he needs to do this kind of stuff, right? Gotta love those wet feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy volunteering at &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;'s school, helping in whatever way I can at church, working weekly, trying to prepare for the winter ( or at least thinking ALOT about how to survive it practically, physically, financially, mentally and emotionally:). I got &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;'s blessing to get a gym membership. It was a BIG step for me to go for it, but I'm so glad I did. I realized how badly I have needed this kind of an outlet - the opportunity to just sweat...I waited too long, but much better late than never:). A few weeks ago I told you about the other BIG step I wanted to take in starting a prayer group for moms of kids in &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;'s school. God orchestrated a way for me to have contact with two other moms about my desire to do this and they are joining me weekly to pray for our own kiddos, their teachers and other school staff members and their schoolmates. I'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think it is pretty cool that Alaska has been getting so much attention lately with our new Republican VP candidate. Many have asked, "what do you think of Sarah Palin?" Though we haven't been here to see all of the great things she has done for this state, I liked her very much when I first learned about her in April when she had her baby. I appreciated her story of her sweet baby boy born with Downs Syndrome and her clearly evident faith and value of life. And after her nomination, I admit that I (along with many in America) have become a little 'star struck'. (I'll also bravely confess that when I got my haircut this week I asked my stylist if she could give me bangs like Sarah Palin...okay, I know I'm pathetic. But they look nothing hers, my stylisyt must be a Democrat!) Anyway, I'm a little more down to earth now that the hype has worn off. I know she is not perfect, she is fallen like the rest of us - but I am excited about what she could offer our country. 80% of Alaska LOVES her (that is her approval rating), but Alaskans are jealous people. They are very proud of their state and their representators. Most of them don't want to lose her to &lt;em&gt;'the lower 48'&lt;/em&gt;, but overall, I do think she has a lot of support. We'll see. It is such a scary time for our country. I'm glad God already has it all wor&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV4HHkd3lI/AAAAAAAAAII/qvILMMbaEms/s1600-h/IMG_2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248233004456599122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV4HHkd3lI/AAAAAAAAAII/qvILMMbaEms/s200/IMG_2952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn in Alaska has definitely arrived. Our temps are low, the leaves are golden and falling, the people at the library were digging up the beautiful, abudant flowers we enjoyed seeing outside their building this summer, the days are shorter (sun up at app. 7-7:15am, sun setting at app. 8:15pm- sigh...) and I have already felt the weather telling me to make my first stew and soup of the season. The briskness of the air we breathe in each time we are outside reminds us that change is (still) in our midst - change in the weather, the season, our schedules and routine and, like I think I have mentioned before, hopefully in our hearts, it's ongoing. Everyday, we want to be more like Jesus and that always requires change, doesn't it? But thankfully, (again like I think I have said before) our God STILL does not change. His love and mercy and grace are consistent and sufficient. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, God, for making that truth so very clear and so very real in my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that He is doing just that for you also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-7602947792871182044?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7602947792871182044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=7602947792871182044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/7602947792871182044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/7602947792871182044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-and-that.html' title='This and That....'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SNV5sslbWaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gIxVxR3JrEE/s72-c/IMG_2951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-2109464121792282735</id><published>2008-08-28T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:03:46.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>We have had a really wet August.  Today we woke up to more rain and temps in the low 50s.   When &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; woke up, the first thing she said was "ugh!...more rain."  Normally, this would have contributed to a low spirit to start my day (especially because it would mean me being cooped up with this new rodent friend (or friends?) we have in our house - actually one was captured and destroyed last night, but we never know if there are more:() Anyway, I was feeling upbeat and perky and decided we would find some good way to spend our day even if it WAS raining.  &lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; had her own ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLcjLzI5ReI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5bXPtySaejM/s1600-h/IMG_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLcjLzI5ReI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5bXPtySaejM/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695377081910754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided it was the perfect day to stay in her jammies until at least noon and make chocolate chip cookies ( her favorite)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLckmmd6G-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/yPtMzcRO2-c/s1600-h/IMG_2885_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLckmmd6G-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/yPtMzcRO2-c/s320/IMG_2885_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239696937048480738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to participate somehow...and he was perfectly happy using his healthy imagination to make believe he was drinking coffee out of Dad's carafe and thought, for sure, that a mixing bowl sized cup of joe would do the trick for his non-coffee loving mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLclNulI9lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MWQiciYbsRY/s1600-h/IMG_2887_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLclNulI9lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MWQiciYbsRY/s320/IMG_2887_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239697609241196114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before anyone panics at the thought of him working in the kitchen with cooking/baking tools - be sure to notice in the photo that the matchbox cars are not too far away from his hands - hands which usually MUST contain at least 2 cars or trucks at any given time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while the cookies were baking they had a great time pulling "real" food and tools from the pantry and cabinets, along with water, of course. They were making 'stew' - &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; being the taste tester!  It was very cute until he poured oatmeal all over the kitchen floor.  But what fun they had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLcm0GE1j9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RtjasPafBmM/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLcm0GE1j9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/RtjasPafBmM/s320/IMG_2890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239699367894814674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still struggle some with adjusting to the cloudiness we seem to have so much of here in Alaska.  After a few days of it, I start to feel grumpy and irritable.  But these little sweeties know how to make a cloudy and rainy day bright and warm.  SO thankful for them:)&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you for a warm and bright day as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-2109464121792282735?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2109464121792282735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=2109464121792282735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2109464121792282735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/2109464121792282735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-day.html' title='A Rainy Day'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SLcjLzI5ReI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5bXPtySaejM/s72-c/IMG_2884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-7651893920876229089</id><published>2008-08-20T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:07:38.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing/change'/><title type='text'>School Days!</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year...&lt;br /&gt;We start now, so we can end sooner - the 2nd week of May can't come soon enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKyRweBqShI/AAAAAAAAAGY/x1aWElwEh7I/s1600-h/IMG_2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKyRweBqShI/AAAAAAAAAGY/x1aWElwEh7I/s200/IMG_2807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236720728604822034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet, biggest girl is starting the 3rd grade! I would love to say that by now, I am like many parents who 'can't wait' for their kids to go back to school, but I'm truly not that way. I never have been. From day #1, I have struggled with the idea of sending my little one to school, out into the BIG world....and every year as Fall approaches, I still dread it. We've prayed every year since our children were born that God would make it very clear to us how we should provide education for them. Sometimes it has been made vividly clear and other years it hasn't been as clear at all... and we walked into that new grade praying that we were doing the right thing. We are blessed that all of the experiences our daughter has had so far have been good for her and for us. I'm amazed as I remember that she has attended a different school setting for every grade so far. (&lt;em&gt;This makes me sad. I grew up going to the same grade school, middle school and for the most part, high school. I was grateful for those roots and all the memories created and remembered today.. I wished the same for my kids (but this is an entirely different post for another time! ) &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I get over my sadness quickly when I consider the way God created her to be a fun, adventure loving, friendly, outgoing, happy and well adjusted child. He made her to enjoy experiences like moving to a new state, a new church...a new school. And she shines in the midst of her adjustments. What a trooper! (There aren't many days that go by when I don't wish I was more like her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKySVU0C-AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nLeIkLBzbno/s1600-h/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKySVU0C-AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nLeIkLBzbno/s200/IMG_2809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236721361786959874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this doesn't make it easy for me to say good bye to her each morning - not knowing the specifics of what she will be exposed to that day, not knowing if some 'outside' influence is going to steal her heart, not knowing if I've done all that I could do to prepare her for what she might see or hear, not knowing if we've given her the ability to find the confidence she will desperately need at some point to stand up for what is right, for what she believes and for who she is....and lastly, not knowing if I clearly understood if God was really asking me to send her to school instead of teaching her at home. My heart aches as I consider the cruelty of this world and that she'll come into contact with it all too soon. I realize I probably sound a bit over- dramatic right now, but I tend to get that way when my protective "Mama" instincts set in. I know this is life, I know we have all been there, seen it, survived it and in some way have been shaped by it. But we want only the best part of those things for our kids, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;I find myself praying often for the ability to let go just enough, trusting and remembering that our God, who created her and gave her to us, loves her more than we ever could. He knows all those things that I do not know and all of the things she will need to make it through her days so that she can become just who He wants her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been encouraged by the memories I have of meeting with a group of moms from her last school. We met weekly to pray for our kids, the kids in their classes, their teachers and administrators and all the happenings and needs that existed at this school on a day to day basis. It was just 'something' we could do when we felt there was no other tangible way to protect and provide for them during their school day. (Does that make sense?) Great things happened in this school, I believe God heard and answered our prayers. I feel led to do this again for her and her school this year. I'm not aware of an exisiting group, so I'm going out on a &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; limb and will try to start one myself ( as a part of Moms In Touch - see &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;momsintouch.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). This leads me WAAAAAAYYYYYY out of my comfort zone, butI believe it is something I need to pursue right now, so I'm trusting God will provide all that is needed! And I KNOW that He hears our prayers and WILL answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to Him for the lives of your children..." Lamentations 2:19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKySzulFD3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/U_MQ5gws-94/s1600-h/IMG_2815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKySzulFD3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/U_MQ5gws-94/s200/IMG_2815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236721884099579762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, you know my heart and how it beats for the protection and the moments of nurturing the children you have blessed me with. Help me to make the moments I have with each of them right now really count. These are the moments you are providing and I don't want to waste them with foolish, unnecessary business. I get too caught up in things that don't matter and I don't want to waste this sweet, irreplacable time. Let me be wise in taking this time that goes by so quickly to contribute to the shaping of their precious lives. They are Yours. I am amazed that you have entrusted them to me - please help me to make them clear, willing, able and eager vessels of Your love. Bless them with the ability to be a good friend to those who need You, may our family be a light for You in this dark place....and may we make a great difference, because of Your grace, wherever You lead us. Amen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKyXxlK1i5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/t742oHAqfgo/s1600-h/IMG_2814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKyXxlK1i5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/t742oHAqfgo/s320/IMG_2814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236727344771992466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-7651893920876229089?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7651893920876229089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=7651893920876229089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/7651893920876229089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/7651893920876229089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-days.html' title='School Days!'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SKyRweBqShI/AAAAAAAAAGY/x1aWElwEh7I/s72-c/IMG_2807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-6347232872829821878</id><published>2008-08-19T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:33:12.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...Our Summer 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=6bf164cc90dba5eac721fc" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=6bf164cc90dba5eac721fc&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=6bf164cc90dba5eac721fc&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/6bf164cc90dba5eac721fc/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt4" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slideshow at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&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/6600279822738940357-6347232872829821878?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6347232872829821878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=6347232872829821878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/6347232872829821878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/6347232872829821878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-promisedour-summer-2008.html' title='As promised...Our Summer 2008'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-5779904973412231279</id><published>2008-08-19T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:32:20.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>All good things must come to an end.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer!&lt;/strong&gt; I know it officially started in the middle of June. There were a few days that led me to believe that yes! it was summer...but they were few and far between. My fellow Alaskans tell me that "this truly has been an 'unusual' summer", that "it is never this cold in the summer", and that "it will be better next year!" The weather or temps really didn't bother me too much until I flipped the calendar over to July and realized I was wearing the same clothes I had on when I stepped off the plane in March to this new 'homeland'. But, we got over it, made the best of it and learned that you can still wear shorts when it's 50 degrees (you just won't get a tan), you don't need sunscreen when you are outside, the sun really will stay out until midnight, and the mosquito has &lt;em&gt;honestly&lt;/em&gt; earned the honorary nickname of "State Bird" for good reason (these BIG buggers are plentiful and persistent and bite often.)!&lt;br /&gt;There are many highlights of our first summer here.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Seward for a scenic drive and picnic (it was very cold and rainy, but we picnic'd and played anyway), we went to Hope, in acceptance of an invitation we received from friends within our new church family and enjoyed greatly the time we spent with them at their cabin (thank you to the &lt;em&gt;R&lt;/em&gt;'s:), we went to Whittier (see 4th of July posting), we went on vacation (hooray for WI and MI!!) where we enjoyed our dear dear loved ones for a few days that went by way too fast, (A and G) participated in and we attended the wedding of dear friends, we made new friends, visited new parks, completed the library's Summer Reading Program, slept in the tent in the back yard (actually on the back deck:), took many walks, discovered new walking/climbing trails, played baseball in the yard, learned a lot about our local bear population (very local! :-), finished the summer with fun shopping and related preparations for school &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; purchased a second vehicle. Certainly, I didn't hit on all of our fun, but these were just a few memories that come to mind. There was a lot that we couldn't do this summer because of a lack of time and resources (mostly,me starting and orienting full time to a new job for several weeks, going on vacation and saving up for that 2nd car!)...but next summer we know that we need to fish and camp (2 of the many Alaskan MUSTS!). We missed those things, but look forward to enjoying them next year.&lt;br /&gt;The days are getting shorter ( I know I shouldn't be sad that it is getting dark at 10:30 pm and stays that way until 6am!, but I've grown accustomed to it staying light for most of the 24 hour period..and I have really enjoyed it.) There is a touch of 'nip' in the air that you will feel if you are out early or late in the day - you know the nip of Fall I'm talking about, right? My flowers are slowly losing life and my sweet girl starts school TOMORROW! Autumn is right around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly learning the need to really make the most of our moments while they are here...time goes by so quickly. The seasons pass by before I've fully taken all I felt I needed from them. But as these great times and moments come to an end I know a new season is upon us. It will be a season where the weather will change and so will our schedules and routine, and hopefully our hearts will change a little as well (you know, those areas of heart that deperately &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; it). In the midst of all of this, I'm grateful to my God who does &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; change, Whose goodness &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks God for all the growth and goodness we experienced this summer - it is ALL from you. And thank you for the changes that will come our way as we approach this new school year this Autumn. We trust You as You go before us. We seek Your grace in the midst of the work that we know You will do. I'm oh &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; grateful for Your unchanging love and presence in my life. Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I have been really bad about blogging, especially when I promised in my last two posts that I would share more about our vacation. Things have been crazy. And though our vacation and all the fun we had are still fresh in my mind, they are still being 'grounded' into my heart. I'm processing all the good that we got out of going away for awhile....and so much has been happening here since we have been back - it's been a little distracting. But, I'll enjoy looking through more pictures from our trip in the weeks (maybe months) to come and will blog as I find fitting...it will be fun to re-live those moments! Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-5779904973412231279?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5779904973412231279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=5779904973412231279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/5779904973412231279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/5779904973412231279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='All good things must come to an end.......'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-5622375511316486217</id><published>2008-08-04T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:58:23.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-5622375511316486217?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5622375511316486217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=5622375511316486217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/5622375511316486217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/5622375511316486217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/08/help.html' title=''/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-7183338074026456190</id><published>2008-08-04T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:58:23.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation!!</title><content type='html'>Just a few pics from our vacation. There just are not enough photos to express each captured moment. I'll post more details about our trip in the days to come. 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A place where one lives; a residence.&lt;br /&gt;2. The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment.&lt;br /&gt;3. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;a. An environment offering security and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;b. A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin.&lt;br /&gt;5. The place, such as a country or town, where one was born or has lived for a long period.&lt;br /&gt;6. The native habitat, as of a plant or animal.&lt;br /&gt;7. The place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted; a source.&lt;br /&gt;8. A headquarters; a home base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few definitions I found for the word 'home'. I've been exploring my own definition of 'home' for the past couple of weeks while we were on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often refer to my birthplace as 'home'. It is, after all, where the majority of my extended family, including my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins reside. There are a ton of childhood memories. It's natural to think of that place as 'home'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of the place where I have spent most of my life. Where so many formative things took place...where I met, dated and married my husband, where I found and embraced the love of Jesus, where I found and grew in deep, long-lasting friendships, where I had my babies, where my sister lives with her sweet family, where my husband's dear family lives, the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think of the physical structure that houses my most prized treasures at this time (my family)....the place that holds our earthly belongings.....this place...the one we are familiar with...the one we refer to as 'home' on a daily basis ("let's bring our groceries home", "after we get home, you're going to bed!", " I can't wait until you come home from work" - you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;It's been confusing. I don't think I've made a final determination of 'where' home is. I think I have discovered that home isn't necessarily any ONE of those places. It's a little bit of all of them. We were glad to get back 'home' for our vacation - to take in the familiarity of the places and people God used to make us who we are right now....and to make new memories that are forming us still. And it was a blessing to get back to this 'home' - a new place that has given us comfort in it's own special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, God, that you are wherever 'home' is. You are constant and unchanging, even when life is not. I'm so grateful that you take us to the places that make us what YOU want us to be. Help us not to 'dig on our heels' when it is time for change. Your goodness is so much better than what we can dream of on our own. Thank you for a wonderful time of vacation. Though so busy much of the time, You provided the refreshment to renew us for the work you need us to do....Amen..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have tons of fun on vacation...I'll blog more about it in the days to come and will share some photos of our new memories. I'll also tell you more about our homecoming. For now, I'll just tell you that it included a briefly delayed departure from Chicago that almost made us miss our connecting flight (the last connecting flight of the day to our final destination) despite our fervent attempt to RUN all the way across the airport at tops speeds (imagine 2 adults, 1 active 8 year old and two tag along toddlers with a stroller and 5 overstuffed carry-on bags - yeah, it was not pretty), a bumpy 7+ hour flight with a baby (yes, unfortunately ours) who honestly screamed for 80% of the trip, and a homecoming to a black bear and a mouse (or mice). &lt;em&gt;sigh......&lt;/em&gt; and I sit here now, blogging, pretending like there are no suitcases to unpack or laundry to do or meals to prepare.....okay, I'm going now, I'm really not in denial...more soon (after the chores are done:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-6162578025433607573?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6162578025433607573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=6162578025433607573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/6162578025433607573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/6162578025433607573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-1920273258918075629</id><published>2008-07-08T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:59:32.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Tour.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making this a 'home-ee' place to be today. Since we have moved, a few have asked for details about our home (the lay-out, decor, etc). I can understand that... I really like to be able to envision people in their 'place' as well. It makes it easier when they are so far away....easier to guess how or what they are doing, what they look like while they are doing it, etc. So, I took some pics after straightening up my house (a little). Then I saw these pics and saw all the things that are 'hiding' under furniture, on chairs, etc. But, I'm willing to share it with you anyway....cuz this is just how it is:) I'll do my best to give you a feel for how things are at our home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220758406110747698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPcHA5dnDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cHVzSHMDUrw/s200/houseblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the outside of our home (photo taken in March of this year). Did you know my husband is fascinated by log homes and has always and still wants to live in one? This is just one of the blessings we have recieved in coming here. Sort of...God's "icing" on the cake of His provision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, walk up those 8 steps to the porch and open the front door and you will see........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPdAaKWShI/AAAAAAAAAEw/a9SjEFbtmOg/s1600-h/blog+LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220759392145000978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPdAaKWShI/AAAAAAAAAEw/a9SjEFbtmOg/s200/blog+LR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our living room. The fact that the walls are all logs has been difficult to get used to. I'm still not sure of how to decorate. It's a work in progress. it's not what I want it to be yet, but it's good. I like this room. We spend much time reading, visiting, spending time with friends and we usually have our at home, weekly 'Family Night' in this room, along with a pizza and a movie (everyone's favorite indoor activity, especially in the winter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are looking for details, behind T's favorite chair, you will see a "box"...it's the one thing that I haven't found the right place for since we moved. Who knows how long I'll keep that there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, walk through the living room into the.......&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPeZ5ExSbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/S0CVmCRT-e4/s1600-h/DRblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220760929451461042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPeZ5ExSbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/S0CVmCRT-e4/s200/DRblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dining Room.....one of my favorite rooms. I love to share meals with my family. ...To be able to create an atmosphere where we can begin, meet in the middle of or end each day. The girls and E LOVE to talk, so we have many fun and interesting conversations around this table. I pray that they won't stop 'talking' to us. We gain so much out of our fellowship with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also have had a few tea parties around this table, which is always memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to use this table more for sharing meals with other people. We love to 'entertain' guests, but don't do it nearly as much as we should or want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pink tulips on the table are from T and the kiddos - waiting for me when I came home from work on Saturday. I LoooooooVE fresh flowers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you are in the dining room, turn right...............&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPft1EqXqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/p5ZGKdbBsvo/s1600-h/KitBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762371486277282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPft1EqXqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/p5ZGKdbBsvo/s200/KitBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is the kitchen, my other favorite room. I am fulfilled when I can provide good things for my family. And if I get lucky and can accomplish that through a good meal, I'm thankful. The girls have been more eager to learn how to cook and bake, so my heart is filled when I get to spend time with them here. You'll see the door on the back wall with the logs - that leads to the back deck and back yard. You'll see out the window of the dining room photo that our tent is set up on the deck right now. We had a camping night on Saturday....the girls had a blast! They and T slept out there. I, of course, had to sleep indoors so that someone could be with little E. (hee hee - it HAD to be me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, turn around and head toward the living room and take a quick left and you&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPhhSczJkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/C8CP0bgrtkg/s1600-h/hallBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220764355057100354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPhhSczJkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/C8CP0bgrtkg/s200/hallBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will walk down this little hallway.... it's a short one but it leads you to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220764755887850082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPh4nqTAmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2oEzlrc308A/s200/BathBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the bathroom. Little and easy to clean...that's what I like. There is only one of them in the house, and T would like to have just one more,.......sooner than later. Our A loves baths and showers, as does E. G will wait until it is absolutley necessary...not sure what that is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, leave the bathroom, take a right and you will end up in........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPki-Nkj3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bAJGQCX3vuw/s1600-h/bedrm1Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220767682519142258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPki-Nkj3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/bAJGQCX3vuw/s200/bedrm1Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220767853528030514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPks7RRHTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J-jgcKUp-44/s200/bedrm2Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our bedroom. This is a LONG room, the depth of the house. And as crazy as I am about the person I share this room with, it's not my favorite room. I appreciate the time I have in there...but it's not what I want it to look like. For as long as I have been married, our bedroom has always been the last room on the list to do something nice with. I want to change that. I want this room, especially, to be a 'haven' for my husband. I don't think he cares about it as much as I do, but... I do. So, someday.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we'll leave this room (thank you) and head down the hall, turn into the living room toward the front door. To the left of the front door is a stairway that leads downstairs where you will first walk into....... the &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPmVFxNFwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/09UZivitrZg/s1600-h/FRblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220769643052734210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPmVFxNFwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/09UZivitrZg/s200/FRblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family room. Toys, computer, shelves with books are what you will find in this area. Off of this area are three doors - one that leads to the laundry room, 2 that lead to storage rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of this room (to your left) are the kids' bedrooms:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPoSuEiq8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SVE0w-4fi8I/s1600-h/AGBRBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220771801354906562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPoSuEiq8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SVE0w-4fi8I/s200/AGBRBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A and G share a room. This is &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; a good thing. Occasionally, A will complain about it. But, she is a great big sister and is gracious to G and her lack of tidiness. They spend many minutes after bedtime talking, singing and doing a whole lot of laughing. Occasionally, we have to go and break up the excitement. But, most of the time, if they're not too loud, I let it go. I know these are times they will both look back on and treasure someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right across the way from their room is Little E's room: &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPpagUWEMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOOFeDbWhQY/s1600-h/ERoomblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220773034613674178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPpagUWEMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOOFeDbWhQY/s200/ERoomblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a good little sleeper. We rarely have problems with him going to sleep and staying asleep. He is especially happy if he has his 'binky' (pacifier) and 'silky B' (blue silk blanket from Auntie Laura). The bunk beds are in his room for when we have guests. We'll assign sleeping places for everyone according to need:) Come visit soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can really get caught up in wanting to have nicer furniture and other things to make my house look better. But as I grow older, I'm so much more concerned about the people in my home than I am the things. I pray daily that God would give me all that I need from Him to meet the needs of my husband and my children. And that as those needs are met, we are strengthened and equipped to go OUT of our home to share His love with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, again, God for providing this special home, our haven, where we can grow each day. May it be a place that brings you honor and glory at all times. May those who dwell here feel welcomed, loved and encouraged and built up because of the fact that You are the foundation of this place....... Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-1920273258918075629?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1920273258918075629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=1920273258918075629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/1920273258918075629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/1920273258918075629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/tour.html' title=''/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHPcHA5dnDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cHVzSHMDUrw/s72-c/houseblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-3738234229625008040</id><published>2008-07-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:47:25.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLlO-b0XfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xQ5Uq_CI5YU/s1600-h/july4kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486963516431858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLlO-b0XfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xQ5Uq_CI5YU/s320/july4kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy (Belated) 4th of July!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy weekend. Torrey was able to take some 'comp' time off from work on Thursday to start our holiday weekend. The girls enjoyed a date with Daddy where they got to go and see the new Kit Kittredge (American Girl) movie. I enjoyed a few moments of quiet at home while 'E' napped. (That's when the blog brainstorming took off:) We had a family night that evening - pizza and another movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Friday we went to a small fishing village we discovered a couple of weeks ago. There was something catc&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLxLOk3ZWI/AAAAAAAAADg/ewYu6Q6WpMY/s1600-h/anajuly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500093269402978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLxLOk3ZWI/AAAAAAAAADg/ewYu6Q6WpMY/s320/anajuly4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hing about this broken little town. You can see the hardship of life on the faces of the people there. It's a place that is on an inlet of the Pacific and is enveloped between the mountains. Each time we have been there have been under an overcast sky and alot of moisture. It feels wet, but it isn't actually raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, we knew they had a July 4th celebration and thought we would check it out. We enjoyed their 5 vehicle, 90 second parade, filled pockets with the candy they shared and then participated in a 'community wide' barbecue. It was very family oriented, totally geared towards kids. 'T' was able to make some connections with the people there and in some way I wonder of some seeds were planted.?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temps were cool - low 50s. Most people were in long pants and &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLxrd0fI7I/AAAAAAAAADo/FouR6iz9py8/s1600-h/tkidsjuly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500647117267890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLxrd0fI7I/AAAAAAAAADo/FouR6iz9py8/s320/tkidsjuly4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coats. I had the kiddos dressed in their festive, summer-y, cute 4th of July attire, but they were covered with their extra clothes shortly after we arrived to our destination. Brrrr! It turned out to be a fun day with lots of treats, games, face painting and lots of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be surrounded by this small, kind community of people. Our hearts were warmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on this c&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHL0CF7hhxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zP_my9PfW-k/s1600-h/ericjuly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220503234864580370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHL0CF7hhxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zP_my9PfW-k/s200/ericjuly4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hilly July 4th. And, of course, we can't help but be forever grateful for the freedom we have in our country....for those who have sacrificed and are sacrificing even now to allow us to maintain the independence we have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLyQistayI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eot7lahWVHw/s1600-h/gracejuly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, God, for each man and woman and each child that is having to sacrifice the comforts of 'home' right now to ensure our freedom. Thank you for our leaders.... Guide them and us to You, for You know where and what we need to be. And I praise you, God, for setting the ultimate example of sacrifice......so that we can be free from all that separates us from You. Help us to never forget all that has been paid for us..... Thank you.... Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220502289072368626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLzLClFq_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/v_asnggTZxg/s200/gracejuly4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'T' has been a big help to me in teaching me how to do all this blogging stuff. My thoughts are filled each day with so much. I always think - 'oh, I should blog about that'....but I second guess those thoughts often. Thanks for letting me have fun with it though..and for your patience as I learn how to make everything sit 'just right'. I'm looking forward to writing again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-3738234229625008040?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3738234229625008040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=3738234229625008040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/3738234229625008040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/3738234229625008040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-belated-4th-of-july-we-had-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SHLlO-b0XfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xQ5Uq_CI5YU/s72-c/july4kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600279822738940357.post-1212793636924213908</id><published>2008-07-03T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:38:40.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Zimmermoments</title><content type='html'>This blog is so long overdue. I've wanted to start one for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;For months I have been trying to dream up some really cool and catching title....something that sounded unique, inviting, honest....and well, something "&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;". (It has kept me from taking this FIRST step, because I want things just 'so'.) I don't know that I have found any of those things in this title. I may not keep it, I may change it or slightly modify it...I may stop blogging altogether because I just don't know if this is the right name. &lt;em&gt;(Yes, I am a complicated person......if you choose to continue to read, you'll gather that fact for yourself soon enough:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm here now. It's taken me a long time. And I'm starting with low expectations of myself (please join me:). You see, I'm not an experienced blogger. I get very little time on the computer because of the nature of this season of my life. Computers confuse me - I can do the bare bone basics of searching the web and sending an e mail (don't ASK me how to send an attatchment - especially a photo small enough to send). And sometimes I think my life, my thoughts or the moments I share with my loved ones are not interesting enough to share.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm scared... thinking....&lt;em&gt;what if nobody reads it? What if it looks terrible? What if this blog becomes my husband's 2nd job because I am forever having questions about how to attatch a photo? and what if something I post is too true of me not to be honoring to the God I love and so desperately want to honor and serve?.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; complicated....just like me. But, if there is an opportunity to learn and to grow in communicating my life, then I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are still reading...thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600279822738940357-1212793636924213908?l=zimmermoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1212793636924213908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600279822738940357&amp;postID=1212793636924213908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/1212793636924213908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600279822738940357/posts/default/1212793636924213908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zimmermoments.blogspot.com/2008/07/zimmermoments.html' title='Zimmermoments'/><author><name>Clare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08153546618479650772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_buqy9LgykJA/SkAdK8RcbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/5X1xqVLOCgo/S220/IMG_0576.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
