tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71256349747605944712024-02-06T20:26:47.455-08:00So Much on My MindSo Much on My MindJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-14233692120169632192011-09-28T21:26:00.000-07:002011-09-28T21:35:39.208-07:00Family Art Time<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0Vmd0XWlFDDywC1DyJf1aCjL6-R7y0cONEKhOG1b2ILwjP5cW9aZe8b37x-_r3XT5CxxlG_2ymsWg7gLvEjxH7ION3nKL68iOw9FuGkRm1yc1pqWuQeLTPY0XPZtNca0f4gNa5Gl-arZ/s1600/boys+art.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0Vmd0XWlFDDywC1DyJf1aCjL6-R7y0cONEKhOG1b2ILwjP5cW9aZe8b37x-_r3XT5CxxlG_2ymsWg7gLvEjxH7ION3nKL68iOw9FuGkRm1yc1pqWuQeLTPY0XPZtNca0f4gNa5Gl-arZ/s400/boys+art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657633984760422274" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgff2mcLZ4eEWjBKnaJkNU8ojWw2CV4rIqZPSFrXnIHCZ3VwPY1IGfbvn2WPyG_AQk_Sc1QKiuzauuOV69jtHkMGylJzERo09mfSDFw4GDCM0OO2bjeXYKKZ5F6QDqdL4ONpjeZigqy0hG/s1600/boys+art.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span>So my kids and I decided to give this whole melted-crayon-art-thing a try. Not too bad...I decided to use some broken crayons instead though instead of wasting the brand new ones, although it is a lot nicer with the wrapping still on....anywho..... My kids really loved it!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's really fun to watch and make. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0Vmd0XWlFDDywC1DyJf1aCjL6-R7y0cONEKhOG1b2ILwjP5cW9aZe8b37x-_r3XT5CxxlG_2ymsWg7gLvEjxH7ION3nKL68iOw9FuGkRm1yc1pqWuQeLTPY0XPZtNca0f4gNa5Gl-arZ/s1600/boys+art.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KrlUWvA-2XXYqW_a05CYEUTIN8HNmrwe60yKlrndAVA6vSyizsDz8HWDEbCdU0gA5kFX1_AxGfufJSaCxnCMh0XIP2k0TAbZNtGHJn_dz970Of4XAflGQPPrSmUAThDjh7JE_5qm5fjT/s400/Having+fun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657634525672257570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>My kiddos were quite proud of their achievement. I miss them so much all day long, even though I work right upstairs from the. Although I love to teach I always wonder if I'm doing the right thing by sending them to school and not homeschooling. But there are so many good things about this school (a christian school) that I am reassured day to day they are in the right place. I guess it's probably just my separation anxiety kicking in every once in a while ;-) I love my kiddos!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank You to <a href="http://megduerksen.typepad.com/whatever/2011/08/you-knew-i-was-going-to-make-one.html">THIS BLOG</a> for the inspiration!! =)</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-86700587362755216932011-07-14T23:28:00.001-07:002011-09-10T12:17:27.548-07:00No one can love you like I do...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>So I've had my eyes opened more to God's love these past few months. Isn't it amazing how God loves us SO UNCONDITIONALLY? I am in awe. <div><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2288/5778593194_5c4f5c04cc.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div>We as humans can be so quick to hold a grudge and so slow to let them go. I've had my share of let-downs, but in the end I realize- what good does it do me to hold on to that mess? SO many people hold on to things that only hurt themselves...the person that has done them wrong is long gone, living their own lives...probably even guilt free because they might not even remember or have put away what they have done (maybe even asked God for forgiveness) and yet we choose to still suffer from that moment or moments we were hurt. Like continually picking at a scab and never allowing it to heal. </div><div><br /></div><div>God wants to heal us, help us...but he can't do so if we constantly pick at those past hurts. God wants us to hand over our junk to him so we can be free... </div><div><br /></div><div>There's something I've learned and It's been such an amazing gift from God......Letting GO!</div><div>Over the years it's been easier and easier... you can choose to be a bowl or a strainer.... either holding everything (good and bad) or allowing all the bad to be strained out and learning from your circumstance and retaining the good.</div><div><img src="http://i936.photobucket.com/albums/ad207/souzie23/223202.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 450px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div>Make your choice today. God wants to protect you from anymore pain! He wants you to be able to dance in the rain knowing God is your umbrella protecting you from harm. Knowing he is your just judge and will bring Justice where it's due. Knowing that everyone is ultimately in need of HIM---yes even your wrong-doer. Learning to be sympathetic in every situation! Let Go! Release yourself in every instance and give everything up to your Father in heaven who truly loves YOU!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(132, 179, 32); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">The measured tree overflows.</span></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-9965898562237339792011-07-11T23:24:00.000-07:002011-07-14T23:26:36.801-07:00Ah, my Micah...<a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5065/5865124235_25822ddb3d_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5065/5865124235_25822ddb3d_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Micah just turned around and said "Hey whats up mom, you're old and you're a dude!" Then he snapped and bobbed his head like it was a song. What a dork!</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">-</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Earlier he told me "Mom when you grow up, you're gonna be old." thanks a lot Micah for the reminder lol</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">-</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">He's really obsessed with this whole me getting old thing</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> b/c he also said "Mom, when you get old and you die, who's gonna feed Janiah?"</p></span></span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-35311163783077944232011-07-03T22:44:00.000-07:002011-07-14T23:09:16.565-07:005 years already???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFY1Xl2O29Rtl8TmEB-yd0LRqxBrX7pM7fl8HhLQD1Be_FXatg5-hTLIwPSs3L1QsvjZgC35mhIQhtn7zpycgkF_matKFQeU9KQ3zYOnGbU_cEG7nYB7WZlJ6cwctVUAEdB7B8dEq56DY/s1600/Micah%2527s+bday+he%2527s+so+shy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629451169569829842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFY1Xl2O29Rtl8TmEB-yd0LRqxBrX7pM7fl8HhLQD1Be_FXatg5-hTLIwPSs3L1QsvjZgC35mhIQhtn7zpycgkF_matKFQeU9KQ3zYOnGbU_cEG7nYB7WZlJ6cwctVUAEdB7B8dEq56DY/s320/Micah%2527s+bday+he%2527s+so+shy.jpg" /></a><br />Celebrating my sweetie pie's 5th birthday. Oh my goodness I can't believe he is 5 years old already. Time is moving much too quickly. He will soon be in Kindergarden...wow. My heart hurts at how quickly time has gone by. He chose to eat at Chili's, his favorite place apparently since that is what he chose last year. And last year he was shy as well...this year a little less. He is coming out of his shell though! And he is AMAZING! Of course he's not always this shy...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6jb-UAmgJG9nb5pJTkDyYl-e7x7KnUkcSM0-SftOUWimHk14MkUBt3ofY_-hRMbag0rOhX8Os4KVLzYsyy6iib-KXUFTUyLNlvEprcXw5oHg8HffcWfZ0W41EaeskS16gueBBCOQEHU_/s1600/ok+shyness+gone%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629451166183061970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6jb-UAmgJG9nb5pJTkDyYl-e7x7KnUkcSM0-SftOUWimHk14MkUBt3ofY_-hRMbag0rOhX8Os4KVLzYsyy6iib-KXUFTUyLNlvEprcXw5oHg8HffcWfZ0W41EaeskS16gueBBCOQEHU_/s320/ok+shyness+gone%2521.jpg" /></a></div><div>All he needs is a little sugar and his shyness disappears! Ha ha ha. Gosh I love him so much! Happy Birthday Sweetie.... Micah: born 7/3/06</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-49662747701461878182011-05-05T15:53:00.001-07:002011-05-05T15:53:19.134-07:00Caleb and Janiah having a talk<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennmdlc/5636183485/" title="Caleb and Janiah having a talk"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5183/5636183485_256050ca38.jpg" alt="Caleb and Janiah having a talk by boricuajmr" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennmdlc/5636183485/">Caleb and Janiah having a talk</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennmdlc/">boricuajmr</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I love how my boys are so sweet to their little sister. Brother to brother there seems to be quite a bit of sibling rivalry, but with their sister----nothing but love! Their little voices go up 2 octaves and they just want to be kissing her or holding her. Ah! It melts my heart.....now to find out how to get them to treat each other that way!</p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-21973893456132394032011-05-01T23:14:00.000-07:002011-07-14T23:24:08.385-07:0010 things about me....<a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261269_10150222096708601_556633600_7328444_4869787_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 546px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261269_10150222096708601_556633600_7328444_4869787_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">1. I’m shy, but I’m an open book, I have nothing to hide ask me anything.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">2. I wish we could skip formalities and just be friends.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">3. I’m rarely offended, and if I am you will know b/c it would have been something really bad.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">4. I believe in second chances, also 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th as a matter of fact 70 times 7 chances.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">5. Once you break through my shyness & we become friends, I will remain a friend for life.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">6. I wish I had the gift of hospitality, but I don’t… If I did I would invite everyone over and have a FEAST =)</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">7. If I look like I’m in deep thought, I might be daydreaming. Either that or I’m in deep thought =) either way, I’m not ignoring you.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">8. The only people I haven’t got along with are the easily offended and the superficial…simply because we have never had a chance to get to know each other.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">9. I’ve never done something to intentionally hurt another person.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">10. I believe everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves even if others don’t ::::</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Thanks for taking the time to read! MUCH LOVE!</p></span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-76919481707004736232011-04-19T22:54:00.001-07:002011-04-19T22:54:40.412-07:00Digital Scrapbooking<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennmdlc/5636278283/" title="Micah Dscrap"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5106/5636278283_7c0bfde7df.jpg" alt="Micah Dscrap by boricuajmr" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennmdlc/5636278283/">Micah Dscrap</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennmdlc/">boricuajmr</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>SO here is another one of my pages I have been messing around with. This digital scrapbooking is so addicting!</p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-66463557156493732892011-04-14T20:15:00.000-07:002011-04-14T23:25:24.127-07:00Jennifer De La Cruz ~ Jennifer Rosado<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPnOsBgTbS0tGZYue2FKZsNkPF2fWdL6DSjDUD1ThJgVGaFbjhY0Dsm0uD9KeJ6_0D6AtxTPPzIlaBivwdxRJtaoTqZPo__NO9z7NvRkxTdETYZIugwouzkBNyd2r2XOw8R4uOvISEUun/s320/Jennifer+De+La+Cruz.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595643866506544642" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>So, I don't know if I posted an about me post yet, but this is it. Some of my friends from back in the day know me as Jennifer De La Cruz. Or just Jen De La Cruz, reminds me of the time my friend said she heard me talking in my sleep...I must have thought I was like a female James Bond or something because I was like "My name is Jen, Jen De La Cruz" ....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Any who</span>. I'm not</div><div> Jennifer De La Cruz anymore and I haven't been for a while.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This is why ~~</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtp8OspD4F7J6nOWT6HkRYPeVFfuLs94sNAq-N15d_RtK8OAG0RdA9XhnrJxhQrldzN8cyh-AsFCM9SRDax2JC_5wMxYpCRNyOo3Ln3yzRHtz9ZGm5TVmPRyEt-9nkWPmJqHZl3hZ5H6d/s320/Rosado-+De+La+Cruz+Wedding.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595647388903097442" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ooh</span> La La....the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rosado</span>/De La Cruz Wedding.... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span> this was so like 2005! Wow I'm getting old! =P</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So yeah we got married in Arizona....HOT!!! And honey I'm not talking about you this time, although u are hot. =) Arizona was a very hot place to live. We worked there for a few years as youth pastors @ <a href="http://www.avondalechurch.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Avondale</span> Christian Assembly</a> Click the link to see their website. </div><div><br /></div><div>About a year and a couple of months later we had our first boy... He is now 4.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdk7z7IqjnoD1PBR1MiMsktNy9aRwOq5YusI_hzB8fJcKkoKoTu-zvYJK5SZRBJ38R7c_8MaI3LgPkYiFzNb0E2u9BDLz5cTSG6Qdmm-5MMVvr5osBgHXqvHKlIVmSR-pEST5pL2P4kZFR/s320/My+Micah.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595654419953552786" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>Wow Time <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Flies</span>~ Yep Our first Born~ Micah.</div><div><br /></div><div>During this time of being new parents we also headed up a ministry called Urban Flo in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Avondale</span>, Arizona. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/161982_149277648466528_5467025_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>It was a great ministry and the very kids who were a part of it with us went with their father when he took a church in another city and now they are ministering there incredibly! </div><div><br /></div><div>Our journey continued there in Arizona and in the meantime baby 2 was born a year and 3 months later =) He is now 3.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjq-RY3Ehk40D4Vgldq68dOP1OWD3Xu68fwwmN6kZdNb5Uum2PcS_XH0M00X1YWqcDXliNs38hBgSGjn3R2Z4KKQLN6Xh0hcoWOD6O-w5Fo_bUynrew-_sioGUJxXhJ3oalSAtjaNpZIS/s320/Caleb+Reading+bible.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595656553956398018" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>My little Caleb.</div><div>Yep and he was even born on my BIRTHDAY! Happy birthday to me =)</div><div><br /></div><div>So then the next summer we moved away from Arizona to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Cowtown</span>, Colorado USA...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">MOOOOO</span>! Which we really enjoyed at first because the weather was awesome...then the joy faded with tornado warnings and then a winter that just wouldn't end....ugh I hated it there! I tried though... But we actually stuck with it for 2 years.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>about halfway through the second year we finally decided to make the move. It was just too hard for me to be so far away from people I knew and I needed family. I actually was starting to like</div><div> Colorado a little more since I had gotten involved teaching the toddler class and actually getting out on the weekends with a really good friend. She was awesome and I thank God for her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well and the story continues. We moved to New Mexico. My in-laws are here and it was middle ground. That's Marriage for ya', we needed to compromise. So here we are. We were waiting for word to see if we would be able to enter our name at a local church, but the call back was taking too long so my husband decided he might go to the Job Fair in Albuquerque. I decided to use my magic fingers and google some jobs before he drove 2 hours to a Job Fair.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>What an amazing God we serve, I found a job offer for a Youth Pastor/Fine Arts Coordinator position. My hubby called them right away....like right then and there and sure enough they </div><div>said, send in your resume and we did....right then and there. Next thing we know we are getting interviewed and signing documents and everything is falling into place.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then we had another surprise! A really <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">GOOOOD</span> surprise! ~~~~</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kII3ZKF3K7xjzuTeV9JUZphC4Li9B1hwhy_WlPjW5ibDLDQ57INZZVMrybjdrPm0mfrhfN3w-du42TnKO-SK35mb7HoRYctgFpCLKEZBgqC9a9kjEUR36fIjFv1NKWNK9_aznN7bW2vB/s320/Jennifer+De+La+Cruz+-Jennifer+Rosado+prego.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595688085663254338" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNGwyJSno8TNAbsA6LO5pDtQYvO-UU4jbpoyzKlvDLRzLiEqVMCZlpcVgqutZn1_SXmbZBzlc1KnS_5EIDTzgKDRZUEUROzlZaSs6gn6dnVHUcAS1EzZfCdDXnbdpXfVJRJR9UfeGPFSd/s320/Jennifer+De+La+Cruz+-+Jennifer+Rosado+9mos.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595687029642079250" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And well guess what~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6ViCVrUX7EP_05cBOxy1_-xJjC645lIp0VL-F5lhwB5ZLVhK8_F33u02uXPmOlG-PN-xiOcpbQOZFXp5SYTFDqq93zbThu7odD-51WuZZUyNveunVxVO9FKFT4K1mxt0SNmPVMX8MBLj/s200/Janiah+old+pic.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595691636098820210" /></div><div>The newest member of our family, about to turn 1 month in a few days... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Janiah</span>. Our girl! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">YAY</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>We are all SO happy!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXQ8ArbcNfFKDniS_plPO5Kkp9ldbUEquqLAU6TdHZluKMa_cHPkEWXm-32i_uxLw_qsD7uN3WMdTKhJQ0mT_ZebtaE3gzlK5LP_c7Jx2y5ChZKjHL759tnesh2Ap7UAjL0HLURnfByF-/s320/boys+and+janiah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595692238457649762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And We feel good here...scratch that, we feel AWESOME here.Right here where we are at. Our jobs. Our location and our family. I don't think we will be moving anytime soon, unless it's into a house of our own. I can't wait for that day. God is really doing great things here and we have really seen His blessings! Thank you God!</div><div><br /></div><div>And now I am a teacher, music teacher. I'm still on leave for a few weeks so for now I'm gonna enjoy my time with my little one and soak up all of those little first moments with her. Then I only have to work about 3 weeks and we are on Summer Break! Ah, the joys of working in the school system. It's going to be awesome being off with the kids! And I owe it all to God. He is truly awesome!</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-52996251949326771292011-04-13T18:18:00.001-07:002011-04-13T18:35:59.364-07:00My kids =)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2LZEPdh28A0B0JThf5YC1AknuN-3DvaXhpiS29plNNNL0MDBTb4N1bRmMlnuYF5I5IitFvH6000yWWOVtREPMKqKQRpKKJPh9Tq8CXo4HtTQVtbBrn4XJ3P7ALmIzzFcJtfdiL7M98ou/s1600/boys+and+janiah.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2LZEPdh28A0B0JThf5YC1AknuN-3DvaXhpiS29plNNNL0MDBTb4N1bRmMlnuYF5I5IitFvH6000yWWOVtREPMKqKQRpKKJPh9Tq8CXo4HtTQVtbBrn4XJ3P7ALmIzzFcJtfdiL7M98ou/s320/boys+and+janiah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595246463502019250" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-32676221727449086322011-04-13T16:19:00.000-07:002011-04-13T16:39:02.527-07:00Wordless Wednesday Post<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCXBIO1h33T0I-g2dwYfP4IDxXiTk5MuOafGxF3hrGKkKUIdfbTBi4GlQyK3Io-ZfPkBWCwE2rz8eCDIOZmUgyFpiNttRuuI_1FUI1L88kv8icZCOI1f3Olb4WeZ6JXhyi3JLbUVcwdVz/s1600/goofy+mustache.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCXBIO1h33T0I-g2dwYfP4IDxXiTk5MuOafGxF3hrGKkKUIdfbTBi4GlQyK3Io-ZfPkBWCwE2rz8eCDIOZmUgyFpiNttRuuI_1FUI1L88kv8icZCOI1f3Olb4WeZ6JXhyi3JLbUVcwdVz/s320/goofy+mustache.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595216638420541362" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-78663328374528138992011-01-26T23:11:00.000-08:002011-07-14T23:13:34.182-07:00Paths of destruction?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqJIOX9AWZHlucFF1CQwIQWDlUb58vF1vmB2TlWf5sRXbb5r9JLhlhCmQZKFo-v2tCRmSbW0itsdJkoxA9ksu7tPsExmnnrVg1ZyuwRgH-koD6ks72jKDyxHU_WzZeeNVHtyFXec04ied/s1600/DarkPath.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqJIOX9AWZHlucFF1CQwIQWDlUb58vF1vmB2TlWf5sRXbb5r9JLhlhCmQZKFo-v2tCRmSbW0itsdJkoxA9ksu7tPsExmnnrVg1ZyuwRgH-koD6ks72jKDyxHU_WzZeeNVHtyFXec04ied/s1600/DarkPath.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></div>I remember an illustration a professor used once (sorry i can't remember which one) but he said that once we do something or learn something we create a pathway in our brains that is there permanently, that is why many people have addictions or patterns. The same goes true in our spiritual walk with God. People fall into the same sins all the time and wonder why they can't get out. This is where Jesus comes in, we need to ask him to stand guard at the entrance of those paths and listen to him when he tells us to turn around and NOT go down that path of destruction any more! We need to hear his voice when he tries to save us from falling over and over again. It needs to be a constant decision. This is why we take up our cross daily! It's not enough to just ask Jesus into our lives but to obey him and let him guide us in the direction that is best for us!</span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-40747625790868481992010-11-08T19:17:00.000-08:002011-07-14T23:10:43.890-07:00From the mouths of babes<div><div><p> </p>The boys prayers tonight: CALEB: "God help me to not say bad words, like the word Stupid and help me to be nice on the playground and not throw wood chips, and God I want you to be safe and comfortable and not be scared of Monsters..." That was a little bit of his- MICAH: "Thank you God for helping me be a good boy and not turning my card in class, when I grow up I want to be a basketball player....no, a doctor, help me to be grow big like daddy so I can make a basket... help me to not be scared... Help me to be good again so we can play a game tomorrow... Thank you for my beautiful day. AMEN...." They love to pray. =)<br /><br /><br /><br />Matthew 21:16 (New International Version)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />16 “Do you hear what these children are saying?” they asked him.<br /><br /> “Yes,” replied Jesus, have you never read,"From the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise?”<br /><br /></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-76374330694830502502010-05-18T07:51:00.001-07:002010-05-18T07:51:41.209-07:00FUNNY!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDftp9EfwH6brvAUhPnFgq7YLfMOT6PvaUQa-E2p24B81tgj10z0vjpcsNpwpphyphenhyphengWS2bZOrfWNGvmEBOidOlA2bT-yBdrtd0uND1oPJJdtqYmqG0bL21IPlv7hej0dp7GzxnsdvEHIud/s1600/add_toon_info.php+(22).gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDftp9EfwH6brvAUhPnFgq7YLfMOT6PvaUQa-E2p24B81tgj10z0vjpcsNpwpphyphenhyphengWS2bZOrfWNGvmEBOidOlA2bT-yBdrtd0uND1oPJJdtqYmqG0bL21IPlv7hej0dp7GzxnsdvEHIud/s320/add_toon_info.php+(22).gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472622818775553842" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-59066491691468538962010-05-18T07:45:00.000-07:002010-05-18T07:46:41.672-07:00Gosh I love being a Mom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingcfcI0zgHa7G9IwFjClnGK8L1Hj0saDmG0H0vT1x8qfwMtWBk5zZADnvlil0fwEMisAw2aBwMiWunGiOKqiTTHeTQzQ0XXtIH_R1RMQU_INfbjvoBj3opidrc_59ytW1ZzO3rBKxLJ6M/s1600/CIMG1570.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingcfcI0zgHa7G9IwFjClnGK8L1Hj0saDmG0H0vT1x8qfwMtWBk5zZADnvlil0fwEMisAw2aBwMiWunGiOKqiTTHeTQzQ0XXtIH_R1RMQU_INfbjvoBj3opidrc_59ytW1ZzO3rBKxLJ6M/s320/CIMG1570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472621466622713218" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-87061614625797037312010-05-18T07:41:00.000-07:002010-05-18T07:43:47.372-07:00Today's Devotion::::<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs544.ash1/31788_120810314616415_100000623404951_181434_5450592_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs544.ash1/31788_120810314616415_100000623404951_181434_5450592_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sometimes the most powerful words are the ones we do not speak. There is a time to speak & a time to be quiet. A wise woman discerns the difference. ~The Power of a Woman's Words~</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-26872356728865972712010-04-21T12:30:00.000-07:002010-04-21T12:34:47.091-07:00Wordless Wednesday...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEmMP_c0TKOAd8DwOr-Hk8VJJVn8FWG8-ZYJxpf85dDDjLuURtC7vbxPTI8KOoskven6TByTVQwGZwUN8kCcBBfSP0PquF4yezOR-wMtcGgGN1AspIWhU-zEddqCvLOLdl6DwzLItOhf_/s1600/new+haircut..jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuEmMP_c0TKOAd8DwOr-Hk8VJJVn8FWG8-ZYJxpf85dDDjLuURtC7vbxPTI8KOoskven6TByTVQwGZwUN8kCcBBfSP0PquF4yezOR-wMtcGgGN1AspIWhU-zEddqCvLOLdl6DwzLItOhf_/s320/new+haircut..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462675924955204018" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-61702186125764721052010-03-13T23:50:00.000-08:002010-03-13T23:54:37.106-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>I</b></span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_WXWUGUBvi37giRCbZN6aV6Vy33vxkWcmXpr5qQw2HSmaXuXUykNXz_QysKeXhlwBENJHVqVRHT25hfQp86wmFMYo9WNHUxvX2o71VPZLFX4GTBGaz4uW4bYcSjGN74H9u7mPZER1vbi/s1600-h/CIMG0975.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_WXWUGUBvi37giRCbZN6aV6Vy33vxkWcmXpr5qQw2HSmaXuXUykNXz_QysKeXhlwBENJHVqVRHT25hfQp86wmFMYo9WNHUxvX2o71VPZLFX4GTBGaz4uW4bYcSjGN74H9u7mPZER1vbi/s320/CIMG0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448394121459542978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_WXWUGUBvi37giRCbZN6aV6Vy33vxkWcmXpr5qQw2HSmaXuXUykNXz_QysKeXhlwBENJHVqVRHT25hfQp86wmFMYo9WNHUxvX2o71VPZLFX4GTBGaz4uW4bYcSjGN74H9u7mPZER1vbi/s1600-h/CIMG0975.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Noodles!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Too funny is that this is how the noodles landed after I drained them out...I had to take a picture!</span><br /></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><u><br /></u></span></span></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-90840090953220420562010-02-27T17:46:00.000-08:002010-02-27T17:46:11.731-08:00So far...my favorite picture~~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs164.snc3/19131_305158643600_556633600_3554022_3751379_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs164.snc3/19131_305158643600_556633600_3554022_3751379_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-37595690642680937852010-02-22T14:22:00.000-08:002010-02-22T14:22:44.864-08:00My husband Jonathan & I....<br />
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I love this guy!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXoZtJjKHGcJfRnI3_eqmSteH6S0OvY-HAWTKZFMCHZjZ1prWKbCY_tjvI_NlG4-BSdsSW7tTy2jomybq5KvWCH_B1tw83L9ol3AX3knX8fZ0ARKy3jcZYs1IlYEvIl-0GajJGHR2MntEK/s1600-h/caleb+and+his+teddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXoZtJjKHGcJfRnI3_eqmSteH6S0OvY-HAWTKZFMCHZjZ1prWKbCY_tjvI_NlG4-BSdsSW7tTy2jomybq5KvWCH_B1tw83L9ol3AX3knX8fZ0ARKy3jcZYs1IlYEvIl-0GajJGHR2MntEK/s320/caleb+and+his+teddy.jpg" /></a></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-21978904396965133772010-02-03T11:15:00.000-08:002010-02-03T11:15:09.341-08:00Another LOLThe other morning I woke up to something funny. My husband was getting ready for works so my kids woke up when they heard him. And the first thing I hear when i wake up is my 3 year old telling my 2 year old "Daddy is here, let's go GET HIM!!!!!" and they both jumped out of bed and went and each hugged one of my husbands legs and said "GOOD MORNING! I LOVE YOU!!!" It was the funniest most precious morning....or one of many... just thought I'd share! =DJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-10921210017386805782010-02-03T11:06:00.000-08:002010-02-03T11:16:09.640-08:00He said...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"></span><br />
<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ha ha... so, my 3 yr old was playing with a little plastic tag or whatever it was and it was on the floor so I threw it away so he said "You can't throw that away! My FATHER gave that to me!" ----oh my gosh!?! where did he get that from ha ha ha</span></span>. </span></h3><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="UIStory_Message">Just thought I'd share---kid's say the darndest things. =D</span></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-16902480389143081012010-01-29T16:54:00.000-08:002010-01-29T17:50:03.905-08:00Spring- A Haiku<div align="center"><a href="http://www.justingaynor.com/index.php?showimage=285http://www.justingaynor.com/index.php?showimage=285"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432341625988384210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSGg_0Z0TgIXJGAzlV3utO-27u8f6ZfSryTsA1YWg8gmGz7e7LNSXUZAfaBOvsIQLzEUZiq13q4hk0qTidUCA6L7kxbG2_Xfq1e2BBIbUH4tBfJKuOfIVsoUeECWW7AMCL0oVBlTwbh-aD/s320/20070925154817_summer_sun-800.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.justingaynor.com/index.php?showimage=285http://www.justingaynor.com/index.php?showimage=285">Photography by: Justin Gaynor</a><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center">Warm and Soothing Sun</div><br />Won't You Please Come Out and Play<br /><br />Winter go Away! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-11786489644967100862010-01-29T13:23:00.000-08:002010-01-29T13:28:23.520-08:00Conversations with MicahWe were looking through pictures today and micah saw an ultrasound of him and i told him that it was Micah when he was in my tummy. Later that day...or night actually, the movie March of The Penguins came on and we told him that it was the movie we watched the night he was born...or when he came out of my tummy he was very quiet that night and was thinking for a long time... He asked me if "mommy put micah in her tummy" and i said no God put you in my tummy....and he was thinking for a long time....i thought he was asleep for the night. Then all of a sudden he sits up and says "Mom...where's God?" and i said "He's up in heaven" again quiet.....then he says "Mommy, I want God to come here." I said "why baby" and Micah responds "Because I want God to put me back in your tummy!" ~~~ he then laid his head on my stomach and fell asleep!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-53370341782657829202009-12-14T11:15:00.000-08:002009-12-14T11:17:05.248-08:00My boys.My little Caleb<br /><br /><a href="http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/jennmdlc/black%20and%20white/?action=view&current=2copy-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/jennmdlc/black%20and%20white/2copy-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />My Little Micah<br /><br /><a href="http://s51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/jennmdlc/black%20and%20white/?action=view&current=copy-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f387/jennmdlc/black%20and%20white/copy-1.jpg" /></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125634974760594471.post-84716358611370717692009-03-06T13:29:00.000-08:002009-03-06T13:58:22.734-08:00This is MeWell, I'm trying to start a new blog, but I just can't find the right name. Well, I've found several "right" names but they seem to all be taken. Funny because on a lot of them, they aren't even there. Just registered to someone. Sad. I want to start a blog for mom's. I have so many ideas and resources that I want to site on this blog. So I'll be thinking for a couple of days of just the right name for my new blog. I have posted a new profile pic. This is me. Jennifer Rosado. Be on the look-out for the new blog site as I will be posting it soon!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14525219194077874520noreply@blogger.com1