<?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-16486710</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:30:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sheenathoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-115178651117593695</id><published>2006-07-01T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:41:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/400/IMG_0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                     Finally...but totally in God's timing.  Mike has officially been confirmed with the RCMP.  He leaves on July 16th for training in Saskatchewan.  It has been a huge roller coaster ride for us.  With the baby and the possibility of him going before then....now it has finally been settled.  With Alethea here and now having a couple more weeks with him- it's perfect.  Thank you for all your prayers.  Please keep us in them still.  We need to find a suitable place in Regina for us to stay when we come out in August.  We are still praying in faith that God will provide an already furnished place whether that be through a connection or something else.  Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-115178651117593695?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115178651117593695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=115178651117593695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/115178651117593695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/115178651117593695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-115153919162763923</id><published>2006-06-28T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:30:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alethea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/400/IMG_0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alethea Jane Sarah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;June 24, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6lbs. 11 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;By now everyone knows that Mike and I are all about the meaning of names. Alethea is the greek word for "truth". My name is gaelic for Jane, which means "God is gracious". Sarah of course is for my best friend and twin sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yet another good delivery. Mind you she could have come before bedtime. God is so good. Our prayers were answered- Alethea breast fed right away with no problems, I had a great delivery, and she was a healthy baby girl. Here's a picture of her cuddling with me right after her being born. She calmed down right away when I started talking to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; boys holding Alethea. Hosea is such a good big brother. He is very gentle with her and loves giving her kisses and talking to her. Isaac thinks she's funny. He laughs when we try to teach him to be gentle. I think he thinks it's a game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mike was great. It takes forever for me to get to the end in labour, but when it does come, he is right there for me. I don't know what I would do without him there. I thank God that he wasn't sent before then. The minute Alethea heard his voice, I could tell she recognized it. She just stares at him and he can calm her right down. She is totally going to be "daddy's girl"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-115153919162763923?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115153919162763923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=115153919162763923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/115153919162763923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/115153919162763923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/alethea.html' title='Alethea'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-114802417463297984</id><published>2006-05-18T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:40:39.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>As of May 16, the background investigation was completed and sent to "Sherieena", Mike's contact who is in charge of his file. Funny how are names are so close. The man who had done the investigation part had left us a nice message letting us know he had completed it, that it was very positive, and wished him well. We now await a phone call letting us know that everything is all clear (medical results, CSIS/interpol) and what day he will be gone. Sherieena said that she would have his file wrapped up by the end of May and would call him then. It's crazy how so many things are up in the air just because of this call as to when he would leave... birthday plans, baby, work schedule, etc...Just pray that we don't have to wait too long and can have a few weeks notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last weekend I had a baby shower put on by my sister, Sarah. It was such a nice day out and I received some really great baby girl stuff. It is so nice to have family and friends who are so giving and thoughtful...I appreciated the whole thing so much, especially Sarah, who planned the shower. She even thought to do it before the baby is born because of how busy things will be in a couple of months (health, healing, and packing). Only 4 weeks left till the due date and boy do I ever feel it. I am up in the night at least 3 times and can't seem to find one comfortable position. So I toss and turn literally all throughout the night. Mike prayed over my sleep tonight-so miricle, come my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I had to put this picture in here. The other week Mike and I found Isaac sleeping like this and thought he looked so cute and precious. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-114802417463297984?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114802417463297984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=114802417463297984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114802417463297984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114802417463297984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-114601308721603128</id><published>2006-04-25T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:07:29.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac &amp; Nana's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/400/DSCF3880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Ikie with his nana- their birthdays only 8 days apart. Sorry Mom, I couldn't hold off any longer than 5 days! On April 15, Isaac turned "1". Time goes by so quick. We celebrated their birthdays together on my mom's birthday, April 23. We had a barbeque and some delicious "Death by Chocolate" cake from Crumbs Bakery. Mom got a pair of tickets to see "Il Divo" in concert in July from Dad. That sounds like it will be so much fun...enjoy Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/DSCF3888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I baked Isaac his own little birthday cake for him. It was such a fun &amp; beautiful day- one that both of them deserve to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/DSCF3897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac enjoying his yummy birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/DSCF3837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Uncle Derek and Auntie Sarah with Isaac on the deck. All the kids were outside in the backyard playing &amp;amp; having fun in the nice weather. I love when the sun is out. It is my favourite time of the year. Something kinda funny happened just after that picture was taken. We were just about to open presents so I went to take Isaac from Sarah. When I did, he looked back at Sarah and squirmed in my arms towards her. He actually wanted to be with her!! He's done that a couple of times before and I'm not sure why...he may think she is me or it could be that he just likes being held by her. I was totally not upset by it, but it sure puzzels me. &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;Just an update on Mike's progress with the RCMP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a Saturday morning (Isaac's birthday), Mike gets a call informing him that his background check is starting and that he passed the polygraph. They have told him he could be sent to training the beginning of June. Mike has talked to them about holding it off till the baby is born, which they understand and will try their best to do. We are praying that he will be sent the last week of June at the earliest. Please pray for us. Thanks.&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;...Sheena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/DSCF3837.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-114601308721603128?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114601308721603128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=114601308721603128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114601308721603128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114601308721603128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/isaac-nanas-birthday.html' title='Isaac &amp; Nana&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-114375286939783751</id><published>2006-03-30T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:34:41.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0187.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0187.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wapato Point Resort&lt;br /&gt;Lake Chelan&lt;br /&gt;Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was so beautiful there! Each morning I had the privilege of having this breath taking view. We went along with all of Mike's family for a week long spring break holiday. All made possible by the generosity and giving hearts of Dan &amp; Jeanette. They booked every family with a suite of their own. Each consisting of 2 bedrooms, 2 full bathrooms, a kitchen with everything (dishwasher, microwave, fridge/freezer, coffee maker), dining room/living room with a fireplace &amp;amp; TV/VCR/DVD, and a patio with a barbecue and patio set. I loved our place... it was so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0199.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0199.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mike and the boys walking down to the beach and park area from our place at the top of the hill- about a couple minute walk. Whenever the stroller was out, big brother, Hosea, enjoyed pushing Isaac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hosea's favourite thing to do at the park was to climb up the big slide and go down it over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0236.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isaac enjoying the baby swing at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0186.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0186.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0186.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0186.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0186.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e view from our unit... We had a nice big field in front of our patio. We, along with Mike's parents were at the top set of units. The next "level" of units down was where Dan &amp; Jeanette and Ron &amp;amp; Jodi were. We could see down to their units from our place. Mel &amp; Duane were just down the road to the left of them. The view from their patiois all lake and mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0191.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;A dinner night held at our place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ron showing off his biceps. All the guys that night were competing to see who could do the most push ups. It was one active night. Dan won by the way. I have to write this for Mike's sake, seeing that he is my husband and all- just for the record, Dan won by only 1 push up to Mike's total. It was quite the competition- it usually is with those boys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;There was lots to do. Tennis, swimming, shuffle board, tether ball, the park... and much more. One day (the rainy one) we all went bowling. It was Hosea's first time and he looked so cute in his little bowling shoes. The highlight of my week though was SLEEP! I got to have a much needed rest mostly every day for an hour or two. All in all it was a great holiday and we couldn't have asked for a better time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dan &amp;amp; Jeannette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-114375286939783751?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114375286939783751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=114375286939783751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114375286939783751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114375286939783751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-holiday.html' title='Spring Break Holiday'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-114063034846638444</id><published>2006-02-22T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:48:08.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultrasound and a Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Our ultrasound day was almost not an ultrasound day... Of all days, we were running late! We called just to let them know that we would be about 10 minutes late, not thinking there would be a problem. The lady said that if we were 15 minutes late, the apt. would be cancelled and rescheduled!!! Boy was I ever panicking. I was not going to go through this bladder thing all over again- thoughts of peeing my pants were going through my head. We got there 8 minutes late. Thank the Lord! Poor Mike... the minute the car stopped, I got out and told him I'm not waiting for him to pay for parking and rushed into the office. I told the lady that my bladder was too full. She, thankfully, let me release a cup full. It made all the difference in the world! If that stage of where my bladder was at is what was deemed okay, then why would they tell you to drink so much??? I had the same problem with Isaac and took a cup less this time! Next time I'll take only 2 cups. Okay, okay... I leave the best for last. We are having a girl! Mike and I are excited and looking forward to a new experience and to her little life. I have to admit, I secretly bought a little outfit a couple months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is Mike got a phone call from the RCMP and his interview is this Friday! Please pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-114063034846638444?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114063034846638444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=114063034846638444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114063034846638444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114063034846638444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/ultrasound-and-phone-call.html' title='The Ultrasound and a Phone Call'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-114020534030507897</id><published>2006-02-17T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:56:46.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The view from our backyard, but sadly not for much longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long, I don't know where to begin. Life has been a bit busy the last couple of months. I'll start with my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah had a baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;January 19, 2006 Syndey Nicole Julie Taylor- exactly 8lbs, beautiful as ever! For the last week I've been meaning to do a blog on her, but I haven't been able to post a picture from one my parents sent me through email. How silly of me to forget to take a picture with my own camera! I will, however, post one up the next time I get one. The whole family is doing well. I had the privilege of being in the room when she was born. It was quite emotional and special for me to be there with my twin sister as she gave birth to her 3rd baby. She did amazing as usual. She is one of the rare women who handles labour pains and delivery extremely well.  You wouldn't even be able to tell that she was fully dilated and ready to push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's birthday was on the 1st of February. I'm going to take him out probably next week for his present from me.  The last couple of weeks Hosea and now Isaac has had some sort of virus that is affecting their bowels. So we've been dealing with that and still Isaac has it a week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma has also been having mini strokes and she is in the hospital right now. Things seem to be looking up. She is able to talk to a certain extent and she can move her hands, but she still hasn't been able to hold herself up yet. Until she can be more consistent with movement, eating, talking and standing up, she will stay in the hospital. I just pray that she can regain everything back, but the doctors want to prepare us for the idea that her time could come soon. It would be sad to not have her here, but it would also be wonderful to know she is with God and her husband (that became a believer on his deathbed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike has been informed when talking with the recruiting office that he should get a call hopefully before the end of February. They had already looked at his package and accepted it about a month ago and said it might take up to 4 weeks more for the other booklet. At least we know a time frame of when his interview might be. Even if things don't pan out with the RCMP, we still only have till November or December at the latest to move somewhere bigger. If it does work out, the children, Jill and I will go out to Regina to be close by Mike for that time. So either way, we will be savouring every moment in this beautiful place we've called home since being married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go for my 3D ultrasound where we will find out what the baby will be. A girl or a boy? If anyone reads this before I write about it next, leave me a comment on what your guess is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-114020534030507897?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114020534030507897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=114020534030507897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114020534030507897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/114020534030507897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-113437026812072053</id><published>2005-12-11T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:51:08.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to see this movie with Mike, and I cannot express how much this movie impacted me.  Throughout the movie I was teared up and crying.  I don't know if it was just Mike and I or if it affected others like this.  The intensity of feelings for God (Aslan) it brought out in me were just incredible! How they protrayed him was amazing! How gentle and loving he is, but how powerful, fierce and just he is also. His sacrifice...wow.  In my opinion, the impact of Jesus' sacrifice in this movie &lt;em&gt;hardly&lt;/em&gt; compares to even the much raved about movie " The Passion of the Christ".  I left the theatre with a deep desire, appreciation, and urge to hang out with God.  Just to love him and know him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen it, I encourage you to.  I hope that it moves you just as much as it did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-113437026812072053?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113437026812072053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=113437026812072053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113437026812072053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113437026812072053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/chronicles-of-narnia.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-113355304009853524</id><published>2005-12-02T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:44:10.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Life has it's ways of throwing curves. Another baby? It's taken a long time for that to sink in. Wow...Isaac's still my baby. I think there will probably be 15 months difference. Whenever I've heard something like this happen to someone it always seems to be with the 2nd one. In my case, the 3rd one... Three under 3. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was suprised... more like shocked, but through it all I have found peace, joy, and excitement for this new little one inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is this one was meant for this time. Have you ever thought about that? God's will...1st best...2nd best?...Our free will?.... I mean, am I God's 2nd best because my parents conceived my sister and I before marriage living together? And yet I strongly believe that I was meant to be with Mike. We are best friends, soul mates...we agree on basically every major thing in life. I don't understand how that all works. I have somewhat of an idea, but can't say for sure. I have so many questions still. A lot of people have their opinions about how God works, how things should go and why, but I think I'll leave solving the mystery for now and find out when I'm in heaven. Then I'll know for sure. Maybe that's the easy way out, but I don't want to be set in only one line of thinking and not consider any other ideas because it doesn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometime in June. I think. I'll find out for sure with an ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for this blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-113355304009853524?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113355304009853524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=113355304009853524' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113355304009853524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113355304009853524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-what.html' title='I&apos;m What?'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-113098206008219564</id><published>2005-11-02T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:41:00.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mike received his test results a week ago.  He got a 4.55 on the RCMP aptitude test.  For anyone that doesn't know how the scoring goes...  It is out of 5 and a pass is a 3.2.  In other words he did awesome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am so proud of him.  In order to even start the process for the RCMP, he had to get his GED (General Educational Development-Grade 12 equivalency test).  Because he was homeschooled, he didn't officially have his high-school diploma.  Not only did he do well on the RCMP test, but he did even better on the GED.  He was in the 99th percentile!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;God has given us the green light for the next step which is to fill out the package and do the physical test (PARE test).  We will see how things go.  God's will be done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Congrats Mike- you did amazing!...you ARE amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-113098206008219564?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113098206008219564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=113098206008219564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113098206008219564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113098206008219564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/test-results.html' title='Test Results'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-113065219135664783</id><published>2005-10-29T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:23:15.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful Savior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart belongs to Thee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will remember always the blood you shed for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful Savior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart will know your worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me embrace you always as I walk this earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be blessed, be loved, be lifted high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be treasured here, be glorified&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I owe my life to you my lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Jesus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How may I bless your heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knees to the earth I bow down to everything you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my only worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I will embrace you always as I walk this earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Knees to the Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;How do we look at worship? At times I have found myself thinking "what can I get from this?" but ohh how wrong of a perspective that is. I'm not suggesting that receiving spiritual fulfillment is wrong. What I am suggesting is that maybe that perspective is coming from the wrong way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;My good friend gave me a CD of her favourite worship songs which had this particular one on it. I fell in love with this song. Not only is the person who sings it anointed, but the words are also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I love this song because this is what the heart of worship is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;How may I bless your heart?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I will embrace you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I will love you- I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I will treasure you here in my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I will remember always the blood you shed for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;When I started to worship the Lord with this new mind set, I immediately felt so much more depth and intimacy with the Lord. It became so much more meaningful. And yes I received that fulfillment that only God can quench. I pray that our worship will bless his heart so much to the point where it makes him cry because of our love and passion for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;How may I bless your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-113065219135664783?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113065219135664783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=113065219135664783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113065219135664783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113065219135664783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-113013273221581155</id><published>2005-10-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:57:33.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_04413.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_04413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt; Sleep? What's sleep?...I think I remember what it is. Oh yes, it's coming back to me now. It's been a long time since I've known a full nights rest! Is this familiar to anyone? I'm sure it is. Yes, my little sweetheart, Isaac, is having some troubles sleeping through the night and I'm not sure exactly why that is. At one point he was sleeping 7 hours straight. Now he is waking up after 3 hours, then 1 hour later, maybe 2 hours after that. Feeding him will put him right back to sleep, but I'm not going to do that every time he wakes up! He is at the stage where he doesn't need it at night. I've had to make a rule for myself to feed him once in the night IF I feel like I will be a zombie the next day. I actually find myself not functioning if I have nights like these all in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_04453.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_04453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; So back to why this is all happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have a few thoughts. Maybe it has to do with my milk supply. I don't have as much milk this time around. It seems as if I almost don't have enough. Isaac seems to be hungry after his feeding and doesn't have the patience to wait for another let down. Mind you, I wonder if I could even get another let down. I feel as if I'm empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Next thought (which ties into my first one) is that he might be going through a growth spurt and needs to cluster feed. If that were the case though, he would want to do that in the day also, but he isn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My last idea is maybe I'm giving him too many naps or the timing of the naps. In the last week I have monitored his naps and made sure he is awake at least 3 hours before bedtime. This seemed to help a bit, but hasn't entirely fixed the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For the last two nights, after his last feeding, I have given him 2 ounces of formula and Voila!- he has slept 7 hours straight! We have done this again tonight and hopefully it will keep up. I really wonder about my milk supply and why it seems to be so low. Who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If this doesn't keep up, I will definitely need more ideas and wisdom from all you moms out there. I'd like to hear your thoughts on this subject or any experiences you have encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;...Sheena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-113013273221581155?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113013273221581155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=113013273221581155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113013273221581155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/113013273221581155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepless-nights_23.html' title='Sleepless nights'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-112875706129884362</id><published>2005-10-08T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:39:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chow Mein Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;My brother Derek at Hosea's 2nd birthday party with my brother in law, Duane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Derek is awesome... for so many reasons. Yes, for the chow mein he makes! We get together every so often and have chow mein nights. It's quite fun getting together and cooking up some gooood grub. Chinese grub to be exact. I don't get to eat a lot of chinese food because Mike doesn't eat most of it. So, that's when Derek is awesome. He's so great...I enjoy talking and hanging out with him. When we get together, we talk about the matters of the heart... you know?...the good stuff. He has such a pure heart. One that is yearning to know the heart of God, open to learning, eager to have intimacy with his Lord. We're on the same wave-length. Of course he's not perfect- no one is, but his heart is right. He is attending Columbia Bible College and is enrolled in a 4 year program. I can't remember exactly what the name of the program is, but it has to do with Theology. He feels that God is calling him into some form of ministry later on... possibly pastoring of some sort. He actually just started a practicum at Duane's church with the youth group. Working with our friends, Brian and Carly, who are the youth pastors there. I can't wait to see what the future holds for Derek. I am blessed to have him as my brother. He's a great Uncle to my boys and a great brother. God bless him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-112875706129884362?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112875706129884362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=112875706129884362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112875706129884362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112875706129884362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/chow-mein-nights.html' title='Chow Mein Nights'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-112873444697646149</id><published>2005-10-07T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:15:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mothers of Pre- schoolers... Jeanette invited me to come in September. It's a program that allows mothers to have some time for themselves and to chat with other moms. A time for their children to have social interactment with other children. A time for the mothers with babies to have a little break. Each week is different. We'll have discussions on certain topics, life skills, special speakers and so on. But AHHHH! Hosea is so shy and not use to being away from me! He is a sensitive boy and I want to protect that, but I think I could have helped this situation out a little more if I had worked on it earlier. You see, Mike and I are homebodies. We enjoy being at home. We like doing things all together and find it easy to take the boys with us- unless we are going on a date of course. But we don't go out that often and if we do, Hosea has been with Grandparents or Aunts &amp; Uncles. People who he feels somewhat safe with. Mike and I also don't want to implant fear in him by just letting him cry and saying "Oh he'll be fine. He'll get over it " when he hasn't ever been alone like that before. I'm definitely going to start Isaac earlier to avoid this type of situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So what am I going to do??? I've recruited my awesome mother in law! Her other granddaughter and also cousin to Hosea, Charis, is also in the same class. So as of November Grandma will be there to help. Bless her giving heart! She did offer to babysit him, but I thought that it would probably defeat the purpose of him learning to play and interact with other children his age. Just knowing that he feels safe, but can play with the others, makes me feel soooo at ease now. I can  enjoy my group and get more into it now. Isaac is great. He seems to fall asleep for the ladies each time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-112873444697646149?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112873444697646149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=112873444697646149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112873444697646149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112873444697646149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/10/mops.html' title='MOPS'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-112728646390221028</id><published>2005-09-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:57:42.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_03612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/200/IMG_03612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Vashti Sarah Jubilee... her name means beautiful. How appropriate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daughter to Ron &amp;amp; Jodi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sister to Judah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babies are so precious...so beautiful. They break down peoples' walls. When I had my first baby, ohhh the difference I felt with people! I could be standing in the grocery line, walking down the street, shopping, or eating at a restaurant and I would get so much friendliness from people and smiles. Babies have a way of opening our hearts. I find it interesting in scripture how God used children to bless or reward people. I actually love the fact that God uses his own creation to bless his creation. I have been a mother for only a couple of years and I already have learned and been blessed so much from them. In the last few months as Hosea has been growing up, I have started to think about the future. The feelings that I get with those thoughts are so indescribable. It's kind of like a feeling of excitement and anticipation. I think of how proud I will be as the mother of my two boys when they are grown men- walking into a room and "showing off" my family and their families. I felt as if I had a taste of what that might feel like. The future will tell...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, babies! Everyone is having them these days it seems. I just got back from visiting my old co-workers and 3 of them are pregnant. That is just with work though. I know two other women, outside family, who are pregnant too. Now in the family! Let's see... I had Isaac in April, Jodi had Vashti at the end of August, my chinese sister Grace is due in November, Melody is having a baby boy coming this December and my lovely twin sister, Sarah, is having one in January! Talk about blessings... Having children is also a lot of hard work and effort, but they're worth every bit of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I look forward to meeting the new ones on the way. We need to pray for them and their mommies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A word of advice to the husbands... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Being a woman I would suggest &lt;strong&gt;offering&lt;/strong&gt; to give the mommies a back massage, foot massage, shoulder and neck message, followed by a head head massage to top things off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mike and I give each other this massage sometimes for 1/2 hour- it's amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You should try it sometime if you haven't already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-112728646390221028?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112728646390221028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=112728646390221028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112728646390221028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112728646390221028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-112685633248451292</id><published>2005-09-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:50:44.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrice Bonded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/New%20Image1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/New%20Image1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today Mike came home with a dozen white roses for me. My favourite... I love white because it symbolizes purity. Flowers are so refreshing- they brighten up the room. I love getting suprises like that from Mike. It's a great feeling knowing that Mike thought of me today and was excited to give them to me. The feelings I have for my &lt;em&gt;awesome husband&lt;/em&gt; is so deep I cannot express with words. I love Josh Groban's song "When You Say You Love Me". It is a song that only two people in my life I can identify with... Mike and God. When I met Mike, I knew that we were suppose to be together. I didn't even know him that well as friends and I felt as if we were going to be married one day! I could see our future...him as my husband. It was so weird and would seem to others at the time as if I were just a young girl with a romantic and idealist dream. But you know what? It was sort of all of that. A romantic and idealistic dream that God planted in my heart. I desired after a pure and strong man of God. One that would lead me and my future children spiritually, one that would love me with all of his heart and all of his soul- the way God intended. I prayed that from Grade 8 and on. Sounds kind of sappy, but in heindsight it was extremely important. Mike has been the biggest blessing in my life. I am so proud to be called his wife. He is my best friend. I can share my deepest feelings and thoughts with his support of love and wisdom. I remember something my sister-in-law, Mel, wrote to me just before I got married. She said "You are entering a great season in life!". I couldn't agree more with that. Being married has been such a blessing. When we were dating, we had a vision of what we wanted for our relationship. Mike and I had it engraved on one of my rings I wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thrice bonded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We desired and still desire to have deep intimacy with the Lord. All three of us. To be able to just sit and all talk together. To love each other and to seek and know what's on each others hearts; specifically what is the Lord's heart for our life and our precious little ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is our goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Intimacy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-112685633248451292?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112685633248451292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=112685633248451292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112685633248451292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112685633248451292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/thrice-bonded.html' title='Thrice Bonded'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-112675777970116457</id><published>2005-09-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:49:32.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ikeick"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ikeick" as we all call him. He actually has lots of names... Ike, Iaac, Ikeek, Ikee, and of course Isaac. My sweetheart. He is a great baby. Very laid back and happy... He just had his 4 month shots. Poor baby. They had to give him 4 needles. It would have been less, but they just added meningitis to the list. Sometimes I wonder if it's all so nessessary? When Hosea was born, procedures were for the baby to get the meningitis shot at 12 months. Now poor little Ikeick will get it extra. He didn't cry though for the first two, which for my sake I'm thankful for- I was sweating before it even started! Time flies by so quickly. He's already 5 months old...15 lbs and some odd ounces. This week I just started giving him fruit in the mornings. Prunes to be exact-and it's working! I guess I should explain. He has a "lazy bowel" as the doctor phrased it. It's a bit concerning when he feeds quite well and then doesn't go for at least a week. It seems as though the prunes might be working...we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes, God is so good. Isaac is such a blessing. His name means laughter. Mike gets the credit all the way for the name. He was sooo pushing for the name. I wasn't quite sure about it. I needed to see him before making our final decision. I'm glad that we chose it. It's so neat how God works. Seriously, Isaac is so quick to laugh. He will laugh by just talking or cooing. He even starts laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; harder when you laugh at him. It's so funny! Out of everyone, Isaac laughs the hardest with Hosea. It's so fulfilling and such an awesome feeling when I see my two little boys lying on the floor laughing back and forth at each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-112675777970116457?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112675777970116457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=112675777970116457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112675777970116457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112675777970116457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/ikeick.html' title='&quot;Ikeick&quot;'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-112616500785758159</id><published>2005-09-08T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:58:16.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought of Hosea... what could I say about him?Well, he is very into his baseball! Everything about it. He'll be outside hitting the ball off of the tee over and over again. Then suddenly he will throw the bat and run the bases (of course not in the right fashion) saying "second"(base) as he runs. It's hilarious to watch! I have never seen any child so obsessed with a sport. I must warn you- don't ever take his ball away from him. Must I go into that?? He carries his ball with him everywhere!...shopping, walks, restaurants, playing (with other toys, but still holding onto it), he even has to have it placed on the his tray during meals, but he especially has to have it with him for bed every night and for his naps. Which leads me to talking about his odd ways he falls asleep. We catch him every so often asleep in an unorthodox way. One time he had fallen asleep in our kitchen in a little curled up ball with his head on his bunny. We caught him asleep on the floor, halfway off his bed, asleep in the highchair- it's hilarious. I'm just wondering what's next... asleep standing up???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-112616500785758159?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112616500785758159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=112616500785758159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112616500785758159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112616500785758159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/hosea.html' title='Hosea'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-112616803212313215</id><published>2005-09-08T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:44:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_02191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_01341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_03211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_02921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-112616803212313215?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112616803212313215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=112616803212313215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112616803212313215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112616803212313215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/odd-endings.html' title='Odd Endings'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16486710.post-112613902326676638</id><published>2005-09-07T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:54:35.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Background Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/1600/IMG_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3441/1566/320/IMG_0214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A family photo on the BC ferries on our way home... coming back from a long weekend trip to the sunshine coast. My husband, Mike, an awesome man... an ever so fun and loving Father, and an absolutely amazing husband. How can I express it... He has been the biggest blessing in my life. My two sweethearts- Hosea (as he would say it "Ho-day-da") already "2" and my sweetheart, literally, Isaac- aka "Ike" almost 3months. And me of course...Sheena Anne Kathryn, 23. Anne being my Grandmothers name and Kathryn my Mom's. Love my name...thanks mom. It means God is gracious.&lt;br /&gt;Where we came from...&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I started off in April '99 in love in every way calling each other "just friends" as people would often and still tease us for. We married in July '02. Both working- Mike piano teaching and working at Extra and me at the Credit Union. I worked until I had 20 days left until Hosea was due. I have a hard time believing that I actually did that. Wow...the rewards and blessings God gives us! Hosea is my precious baby...OHHH I can't describe the depth of my love for that boy. I never thought that I could love another the same, but I did and still as strong as ever. Isaac is a sweetheart in every way. His sweetness just permeates from him. Mike is still teaching piano and works also at the Caring Place 3 mornings a week, but that all might change. He is trying out for the RCMP and writes his exam in September. Our heart is first and foremost for God's will to be done. We will see....&lt;br /&gt;by the way, Mike is 25 in February, just in case you were curious.&lt;br /&gt;...Sheena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16486710-112613902326676638?l=sheenathoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112613902326676638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16486710&amp;postID=112613902326676638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112613902326676638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16486710/posts/default/112613902326676638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheenathoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/background-check.html' title='Background Check'/><author><name>sheena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01702372012127029865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/41294471_07fea7c8f0_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
