<?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-8499940444941642784</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:07:23.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where He Leads...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-4546141779781555099</id><published>2011-06-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:48:34.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb5c6257c3570382" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=4546141779781555099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4546141779781555099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4546141779781555099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2011/06/construction-advice.html' title='Construction Advice'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-5487097136636021829</id><published>2011-06-06T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:38:29.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-So6m_UvZN7o/Te1k5WM6E4I/AAAAAAAAANI/HD2raBfsTpU/s1600/022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-So6m_UvZN7o/Te1k5WM6E4I/AAAAAAAAANI/HD2raBfsTpU/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615255246775915394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure."&lt;div&gt;                                                       - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K1pNl__9dE/Te1hj7Z6foI/AAAAAAAAANA/aNOS9FnOtu8/s1600/023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K1pNl__9dE/Te1hj7Z6foI/AAAAAAAAANA/aNOS9FnOtu8/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615251580270575234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I'm not sure exactly what hidden treasure Mr. Elijah is digging for but he has found what may just delight him for years.  For the last two summers my brother John has joined the elite group of college aged tree planters, working in the True North fighting moose, bears and freak snow falls just to keep the forests going.  We always thought this was appropriate as for a couple of years Naomi had a knack for using up paper napkins like crazy and we'd always say, "go ask Uncle John to plant another tree!".  Well, Uncle John's tree planting days are over and if the conditions are right, and someone has left the washroom door open, Elijah has just found great delight in unraveling the toilet paper until it's unusable.....I hope somewhere, someone is planting a tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Is it just me or does he look a little like Charlie Brown?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-5487097136636021829?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/5487097136636021829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=5487097136636021829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5487097136636021829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5487097136636021829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2011/06/busted.html' title='Busted!!!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-So6m_UvZN7o/Te1k5WM6E4I/AAAAAAAAANI/HD2raBfsTpU/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-1896195425407769817</id><published>2011-06-02T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:53:37.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty Palms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yn1Lhm31uxo/TefLZ9PanhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IRQvq5ggPno/s1600/029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yn1Lhm31uxo/TefLZ9PanhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IRQvq5ggPno/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613679107337002514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, so this picture isn't completely true.  We couldn't get a good angle when Jerusha preformed at her spring recital so we had her pose at the piano afterwards.  However, we did have the great joy of listening to our eldest child preform "Power Walk" by Robert D. Vandall.  She memorized the piece and played it flawlessly she was completely professional.  I however, had the sweaty palms that is all too familiar, I was instantly whisked back to a time in my childhood when it's silent and all eyes are on me waiting for me to begin.  I'm so glad it wasn't me up there!  When I told Jerusha that her recital would be in the sanctuary at church and that she would be playing on the grand piano, the one Pastor Geary plays on no less, she looked up at me and said, "will Dad be preaching?"  Love it!  This girl is ready to bring it!  Move over George Beverly Shae (that reference was for the grandparents!)  (you're welcome!)  How fun put your children through those same torturous rites of passage that we had to go through, I'll just sit comfortably in the audience....with sweaty palms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-1896195425407769817?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/1896195425407769817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=1896195425407769817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/1896195425407769817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/1896195425407769817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweaty-palms.html' title='Sweaty Palms'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yn1Lhm31uxo/TefLZ9PanhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IRQvq5ggPno/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-3361775097965302748</id><published>2011-05-23T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:53:23.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light the Torch!</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or do you hear the Olympic anthem right now too?  Here's sweet Naomi at her very first gymnastic class.  She was built for this...all but the front roll, which you can see she hadn't quite mastered when I took the picture, she has since figured it out and can somersault with the best of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABi-nKrSDlU/Tdr6riHUZgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4QZHbbwEnVw/s1600/008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABi-nKrSDlU/Tdr6riHUZgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4QZHbbwEnVw/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610071911642195458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Naomi getting ready, she tends to get silly when she's excited and as you can see, she's pretty excited!  It's fun to watch Naomi do something on her own, something just for her to do...and she's LOVING IT!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWxu7DQgQKc/Tdr6rf6_YLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cQqSD24SxII/s1600/003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWxu7DQgQKc/Tdr6rf6_YLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cQqSD24SxII/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610071911053615282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-3361775097965302748?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/3361775097965302748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=3361775097965302748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3361775097965302748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3361775097965302748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2011/05/light-torch.html' title='Light the Torch!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABi-nKrSDlU/Tdr6riHUZgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4QZHbbwEnVw/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-7353525154282736750</id><published>2011-05-16T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:12:00.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up For It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igGwctQjjv0/TdGqomhquTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/d3w5ATFIDV4/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607450625566226738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igGwctQjjv0/TdGqomhquTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/d3w5ATFIDV4/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the world is looking brighter for Mr. Elijah!    From rolling, to the army crawl, to crawling and now standing up, our little one is on the move!    And look how proud he is of himself, yeppers, once someone experiences the world on their feet, it's not likely they'll go back to their bellies!   When we found out our third one would be a boy I heard chuckles and warnings about how busy boys were and wishes of good luck keeping up with him.    Elijah is only 9 months but I'm finding those well-wishers to be on the right track.   From the moment he wakes up until he goes down for naps, this boy is on the move!   How fun it is to watch him discover new things (he found bubbles particularly hilarious the other morning) and to master new milestones.   He charms anyone he meets with a sweet smile and a laugh, that is until someone tries to take him from Mom.....He's a blessing we didn't even know we wanted and now that he's here, I can't imagine life without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-7353525154282736750?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/7353525154282736750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7353525154282736750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7353525154282736750'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-igGwctQjjv0/TdGqomhquTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/d3w5ATFIDV4/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-9046777657300991802</id><published>2011-05-09T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:39:55.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Life Sounds Like</title><content type='html'>"Music is what life sounds like." - Eric Olson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are full. Somehow there's always more laundry than usual and after taking as much as a Sabbath as I can, it seems I play "catch-up" on Mondays. In the evening, after a quick snack and half of a practice Jerusha has piano lessons. Off to Mrs. Willmann's we go, the little ones and I go for a walk if it's nice, or read books in the van if it isn't and Jerusha comes bounding out of her house excited to start on the next page of a piece that is quickly becoming her favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusha has impressed me with her musical abilities, even as a really little girl, she always sang on key which I never thought much of until I listened to other kids singing, and now she has piano....what a blessing to express yourself in music! She is quickly moving on to more difficult (and more lovely) songs and I frequently hear her playing just for fun. She really cracks me up with her aria entitled "candy" (things that inspire I suppose!) We have a tradition in our house, each child has their own "song", a hymn that I've sung to them since before they were born, partly out of wanting to nurture, and partly out of curiosity about a study I had heard of. Anyways, Jerusha's song is "Like a River Glorious" and just lately she's been singing along with me adding her own harmonies, she took it to the next level a couple nights ago as she came up with a three part harmony arrangement and recruited Jeremy to join in.....I don't think it happened quite as she had heard it in her head ah, the joys and frustrations of a composer! Whether it's a favourite song on the radio or a cherished song of worship to the greatest Composer, I hope you get a chance to enjoy some music this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alas for those that never sing&lt;br /&gt;but die with all their music in them!"&lt;br /&gt;- Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-9046777657300991802?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/9046777657300991802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=9046777657300991802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9046777657300991802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9046777657300991802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-life-sounds-like.html' title='What Life Sounds Like'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-5891924261411097479</id><published>2011-05-02T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:05:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AknYCAK-Wrg/Tb9UEdIYXzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LKZ5TNC1mFk/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602288896988176178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AknYCAK-Wrg/Tb9UEdIYXzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LKZ5TNC1mFk/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month we had record amounts of rain. It feels as if it's been raining for 40 days and 40 nights, one local nursery had a sign in the front saying that they were building an arc and anyone who felt it was necessary was welcome to join them. Usually I don't mind the rain but it's starting to get old. Jerusha's soccer season has come to a halt, they were supposed to start in March but they've only had two games, one of which my parents were able to watch (mostly from the van as it was, yes you guessed it, raining!) BUT, on a very special Saturday we had one beautiful sunny day....and a very fun birthday party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On April 16th Jeremy was ordained. It was a long process of study and defending his theology and doctrine in front of three different councils and then the vote was unanimous to ordain him. The service was such a blessing, with a dear friend Ken Atchison giving the message, our friends leading worship and many friends and even family there to support him. It was such a worshipful time and during the laying on of hands such a Spirit-filled time, it is a very cherished memory for both of us. We've always felt the Call to minister in a church setting and have been serving for 11 years now, but this felt somewhat like a confirmation and to have the support of the church, our denomination is such a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On April 21st Jerusha turned 7. Wow......is it always shocking to watch your children grow? I know they do that, it somehow just surprises me at times. On her birthday, Roo and I went for a bike ride at the end of it we told her that her bike was simply too small and she's not able to ride it anymore. A very disappointed Miss. Taylor schlepped her way up the driveway when Jeremy brought out a new bike for her to ride. Needless to say her schlepping turned to skipping and off we went on another bike ride! We had her party here at the house last Saturday and with all we did in a very busy weekend that was by far the most exhausting! She had a blast and it was well worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naomi has mastered her name! She'd be happy to spell it for you and she's super close to being able to write it for you too. ("A" gives her a bit of trouble but she's almost there) Naomi has been very inquisitive about spiritual things lately. We took our time working through the Easter story, at our church we have a prayer garden that takes you through the garden of Gethsemane through to the empty tomb and we stood there for a while looking in the tomb to see if Jesus was in there. ( while we did not see Jesus, Naomi did see an empty Coke can) She is becoming aware that we all have a big problem and the God loved us so much He came to rescue us. I love being on the "ground level" of teaching these truths to her, what an awesome responsibility!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elijah has decided that sitting still is for the birds so off he went learning to crawl just this week. My parents we out to visit for Jeremy's ordination and Jerusha's and my birthday and I really thought he would take off then, but he decided a week later was a better fit for his schedule. He's on the move......really on the move.....and quite proud of himself too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have to report for now. I haven't written for a while as our computer had all but died, but thanks to some tax cuts (Thank you, Obama) we have a new one! I look forward to keeping you up to date! And maybe, just maybe, this rain will stop.....if not, I'm getting a canoe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-5891924261411097479?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/5891924261411097479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=5891924261411097479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5891924261411097479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5891924261411097479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AknYCAK-Wrg/Tb9UEdIYXzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LKZ5TNC1mFk/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-6183340041075303895</id><published>2011-01-19T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:45:10.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since I last logged on so here's a quick update....as I'm sure you surmised from the title. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November my Grandma Helen Letkeman passed away.  It was not unexpected and to be honest, the first thing I felt was relief, she had wanted to go home to quite some time.  Eli and I flew west to be at the funeral and just to be with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came and went at lightning speed.  Jerusha got an ipod and has been bopping around the house listening to Highschool Muscial.  Naomi got her first bike and with the weather being snowy, has really mastered making the sharp corners as she wizzes by in the basement.  Elijah, well, he just sat there and took it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Newmarket to be with family the day after Christmas (Boxing Day) and got to go to the Holmes' family gathering, always great to be with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year came, the ball dropped, Dick Clark didn't look quite as bad as he did last year, school started again (yeah!) and now, Jeremy is in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Haiti.  He's there with folks from our church (including our senior pastor) and he's preparing the mission trip that he will lead the youth to in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!  Now that we're on the same page I'll try to keep you posted weekly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-6183340041075303895?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/6183340041075303895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=6183340041075303895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6183340041075303895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6183340041075303895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-5007088896763682406</id><published>2010-11-15T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:28:11.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TOHsKwiSSvI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-Zw54Csu7o/s1600/Christmas%2B2009%2B424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539968686213974770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TOHsKwiSSvI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-Zw54Csu7o/s320/Christmas%2B2009%2B424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The typical Sunday morning in our house is a well-timed, well-run, machine. Up we get with bright smiling faces, ready to start the day. The birds are chirping as the sun floods into our bedrooms, and if you listen really hard you can hear the sound of little girls giggling really quietly so they won't wake up their brother. We enjoy a leisurely breakfast as we discuss current events over our freshly bakes cinnamon rolls. Afterwards, my children get ready while singing, my hair always does exactly what I want it to, Elijah happily sits their and coos and smiles and never ever spits up on his "church clothes".....Okay, maybe not. Sunday mornings in our house probably more accurately resemble roping a calf at a rodeo, and chances are Elijah has caused me to change my outfit twice before I walk out the door. But in the moments between the chaos we review memory verses, prepare for what Naomi will be learning about in Sunday School, and thank God for our church family. I often think of our brothers and sisters in Christ.....when we get to church there are many whom we love who are beginning their worship gatherings as well, and when we are finishing ours, I know there are many more who are just beginning to worship together. What a beautiful bond we have. We may not have sung the same songs or heard the same passage in scripture, but we have worshipped the same God, we have read from the same Bible and we have been encouraged and challenged by the same Spirit and in 6 more days, if the Lord wills, we will do it again. "Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care." - Psalm 95:6,7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-5007088896763682406?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/5007088896763682406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=5007088896763682406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5007088896763682406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5007088896763682406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-mornings.html' title='Sunday Mornings'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TOHsKwiSSvI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-Zw54Csu7o/s72-c/Christmas%2B2009%2B424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-6273613688938702716</id><published>2010-11-01T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:46:30.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>Today my son laughed.  Not the little chuckle that young infants do but a hearty belly laugh.  There is nothing like hearing your children laugh.  This is something I thoroughly enjoy about our home, come by for a visit and it won't be long before you hear someone cracking up.  Jeremy is quick to find the tickle bugs that seem to invade our children's beds.  At the last book fair at school, Jerusha bought a knock-knock joke book (which I regretted almost immediately) and she is refining the art of skillfully telling a knock-knock joke.  Elijah is enjoys a good game of peekaboo, Naomi loves to laugh at whatever tickles her funny bone and growing up in a family that laughs a lot together, I love every minute of it!  So feel free to come on over, bring your best jokes and prepare to laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-6273613688938702716?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/6273613688938702716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=6273613688938702716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6273613688938702716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6273613688938702716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2010/11/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-2741473459855621690</id><published>2010-10-21T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:53:30.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delightful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TMDSRYx5QoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2ezxwi8x2W0/s1600/Christmas+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530651538562302594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TMDSRYx5QoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2ezxwi8x2W0/s320/Christmas+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A delightful moment in a other-wise trying day...my daughter, Naomi, heard a song, put on a dress and twirled. "Mommy, I pretty?" "Naomi, you are absolutely beautiful". She happily continued to twirl and I enjoyed the dance recital. I think I caught an earthly glimpse of how my heavenly Father delights in me. It wasn't Naomi's elaborate dance steps that were so impressive, it wasn't her costume, it was the fact that she is my daughter and I love her. "I am my Beloved's and He is mine. His banner over me is love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-2741473459855621690?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/2741473459855621690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=2741473459855621690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2741473459855621690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2741473459855621690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2010/10/delightful.html' title='Delightful'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TMDSRYx5QoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2ezxwi8x2W0/s72-c/Christmas+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-6195494629413157878</id><published>2010-10-10T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:25:17.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TLJnaXOEaYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DROY0o-SL-M/s1600/Christmas+2009+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526593395344304514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TLJnaXOEaYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DROY0o-SL-M/s320/Christmas+2009+405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done....remember the wonders he has done..." Psalm 105 1 &amp;amp; 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the Sunday before Canadian Thanksgiving, and as any good Canadian family should, we cooked up a fine Thanksgiving feast. In the Stobbe family we have a tradition that at every major holiday one person is sick (it's not a great tradition) and this year Jerusha took that honour. Despite her croaky voice, we had a great meal and shared what we were thankful for. Our list got longer and longer as we thought of God's goodness to us this past year and what topped everyone's list was the arrival of Elijah, a blessing before we even asked but we are so thankful he is here. So to our Canadian friends and family...Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-6195494629413157878?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/6195494629413157878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=6195494629413157878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6195494629413157878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6195494629413157878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TLJnaXOEaYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DROY0o-SL-M/s72-c/Christmas+2009+405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-2586600927063697473</id><published>2010-10-10T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:00:31.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't This Be Fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TLJhaQszAWI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZogUvb4hNVo/s1600/Christmas+2009+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526586796524372322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TLJhaQszAWI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZogUvb4hNVo/s320/Christmas+2009+404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TLJhY01HmbI/AAAAAAAAALk/9e_yCT16lVw/s1600/Christmas+2009+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526586771863214514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TLJhY01HmbI/AAAAAAAAALk/9e_yCT16lVw/s320/Christmas+2009+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first looked at the house that is now our home we knew it needed a little extra care and attention. It's been a great house to learn new skills on and with that in mind, as I was perusing the coupons from Costco, I came across a deal I couldn't pass up.....and Jeremy found himself committing a full weekend and some week nights to installing a new floor. Now, for those who haven't seen the old floor this isn't all that exciting, but trust me, linoleum looks pretty bad after 16 years of wear and tear. My dear husband did an excellent job and after 11 years of marriage we have an understanding, when I say, "won't this be fun?" he heads to the garage to get his tool-belt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-2586600927063697473?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/2586600927063697473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=2586600927063697473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2586600927063697473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2586600927063697473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2010/10/wont-this-be-fun.html' title='Won&apos;t This Be Fun?'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TLJhaQszAWI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZogUvb4hNVo/s72-c/Christmas+2009+404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-7205137312257890160</id><published>2010-10-05T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:48:51.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TKty6tzmoOI/AAAAAAAAALc/rsP8xngZOIg/s1600/Christmas+2009+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524635720954061026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TKty6tzmoOI/AAAAAAAAALc/rsP8xngZOIg/s320/Christmas+2009+372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TKty6RNNugI/AAAAAAAAALU/VyF5_pu0BMg/s1600/Christmas+2009+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524635713276852738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TKty6RNNugI/AAAAAAAAALU/VyF5_pu0BMg/s320/Christmas+2009+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, let's pretend that it hasn't been over a year since I last wrote. How about I get everyone caught up and we'll continue? Since Jerusha's birthday last year........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naomi turned 2 and then 3! She is such a sweet girl and everyone who comes in contact with can't help but smile. She's learning her alphabet and numbers and with Jerusha gone all day at school, she is thoroughly enjoying having full reign of the toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerusha turned 6 and has started the first grade! She rides the bus for about an hour and a half which I feel is a little long for a 6 year old. But she enjoys her commute....maybe I'll send the daily paper and a cup of coffee as she catches up on her current events! She enjoys school and loves reading. She has also started soccer and piano lessons, she's a busy girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy has been working very hard in seminary and this May he graduated with his Masters in Transformational Leadership. When I asked him what he was going to do with it when he grows up, he paused, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know". I'm teasing :) Seminary has been a great experience for him and for myself as well as we both continue to grow in our faith and dig deep into scripture. I'm really proud of him for doing so well (he was elected into the "Who's Who of American Universities").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been keeping busy, teaching small groups for the senior high girls and taking on a leadership position in MOPS (Mothers Of Preschoolers) but what really keeps me up at night is our son. Around a year ago Jeremy and I were discussing whether we were really living by faith, and if not, we should start asking for the Lord's help to grow our faith. The next month we found out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were expecting our third child....I'm not even kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here he is.....Lloyd Elijah Taylor. Born on July 28, weighing 7lbs, 12oz. The name Lloyd is after his daddy (Lloyd Christopher Jeremy) and his Grand-dad (Lloyd Keith Taylor) and his Great-Grand-dad (Lloyd Taylor.....the original). We are honoured to give him the name and our prayer and desire is that he would follow in the steps of all of these men by loving the Lord deeply. He has a great legacy behind him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew....that's almost a Christmas letter isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-7205137312257890160?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/7205137312257890160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=7205137312257890160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7205137312257890160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7205137312257890160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/TKty6tzmoOI/AAAAAAAAALc/rsP8xngZOIg/s72-c/Christmas+2009+372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-4362427381008286824</id><published>2009-04-23T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:23:32.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Roo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SfEUZsywusI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BT-dCwjZ8pE/s1600-h/spring+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328062265909361346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SfEUZsywusI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BT-dCwjZ8pE/s320/spring+2009+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SfEUZasdfjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cX2hOM5EsIc/s1600-h/spring+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328062261051096626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SfEUZasdfjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cX2hOM5EsIc/s320/spring+2009+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5........One whole hand......."I'm five, I'm five, I'm five!". This is an important moment in the life of Jerusha Pauline. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she is five. And should you have the good pleasure of speaking with her on the phone, she will inform you, in no uncertain terms, that she indeed had a birthday and that she is half way to 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerusha has grown so much this past year. Starting pre-school, tying her shoes (that's a recent one) learning to print and even beginning to read. Her understanding of spiritual things has expanded too. She holds onto Biblical stories dearly and works hard on her memory verses, and while she pushes boundaries (let's hold on to reality here) she is a delight to have in our family. I don't think she's ever heard a song or piece of music that she didn't want to dance to, or seen a pile of dirt that she couldn't make into a gourmet dinner. I am so thankful for our Jerusha....happy birthday sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-4362427381008286824?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/4362427381008286824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=4362427381008286824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4362427381008286824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4362427381008286824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-roo.html' title='Happy Birthday Roo!!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SfEUZsywusI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BT-dCwjZ8pE/s72-c/spring+2009+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-361453759939940575</id><published>2009-04-21T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:06:47.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Extravaganza!!!</title><content type='html'>Here's a story.......this April I turned 30.  Yep, 30.  I think it'll be my best decade yet!  My "baby" brother John came for the weekend right before my big day.  It was a short visit but it was so great just to spend time with him and get to know him again.  We enjoyed wrangling the girls and showing him the city.  I went to drop him off at the airport, we were there a little early so we had supper together.  He left to use the washroom and when he returned there with him was my dad!  And then my mom!  And then my older brother Tim!  I couldn't believe it!!  My family came to surprise me for my birthday.....and they got me good!  It was such a blessing to have them here, at just a time when we could use the encouragement, God is so good that way.  I don't know if they knew I was feeling a little homesick at the time but God knew before hand, and He sent my family to be with me.  Jeremy, obviously was in on it, and the entire weekend with John and week with the rest of the Stobbe clan was a blast.  Showing them around the city.  Taking them to our favorite place, the Bike Trail.  Baking Paska (Russian Easter Bread) with Mom.  And then for my present (like there could possibly be any more!) they all chipped in and got me a new digital camera.  I've had a great time rediscovering a hobbie I have neglected for a while.  I am so grateful for my family, both the Stobbe's and the Taylor's and my own sweet family.  The Lord has given me such a gift.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/Se5pAKBLygI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZpS_er_zRyo/s1600-h/spring+2009+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327310860636113410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/Se5pAKBLygI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZpS_er_zRyo/s320/spring+2009+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and Tim and Roo on the Bike Trail.  Roo informed everyone of the rules.....stop when Mom calls.....stay on your side.....have fun.....and catch a butterfly.  That last one was her own addition, but wouldn't you know it.....Tim and her caught one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/Se5o_z9OPiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/25Qm9NYIpPs/s1600-h/spring+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327310854713916962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/Se5o_z9OPiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/25Qm9NYIpPs/s320/spring+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom showing Roo how to bake Paska...get in touch with your menno side girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-361453759939940575?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/361453759939940575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=361453759939940575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/361453759939940575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/361453759939940575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-extravaganza.html' title='Birthday Extravaganza!!!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/Se5pAKBLygI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZpS_er_zRyo/s72-c/spring+2009+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-7034048104255254916</id><published>2009-04-20T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:34:41.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>Two months is a little too long to go without updating, I apologize.  But, let me fill you in on what has been happening in the land of the Reds.  I have thoroughly enjoyed making this house a home.  Figuring out what works where and what needs to move.  It has been a thrill to go through our own things, books that I haven't finished reading yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerusha's&lt;/span&gt; baby books, craft supplies, it's a bit like Christmas....without even having to pay for it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's goodness still amazed me.  Right next door there is a family that have 4 girls.  One of them, Cora, is 5 years old and will be starting kindergarten next year with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt;.  I am so thankful that there will be a friend on the bus for her.  And of course, they are fast friends.  I can't help but think of my dear friend, Pam.  We met when I was in kindergarten and we are still dear friends today.  My friendship with her is a one-in-a-lifetime kind of thing....you know the friendships that while you may not see each other as often as you like, you pick up right where you left off....it's not a friendship of convenience....it's worth much more than that.  All that to say that I don't expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; and Cora to have that kind of friendship, but I remember when.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi is as sweet as ever.  She is such a shy little girl, slowly warming to people, such a different personality than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt;.  She likes to make us laugh and she is really into making sure every door is closed....not sure why, but she seems to enjoy it.  She also has an ear for music, although she tends to enjoy the rock genre more than anything.....I can appreciate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is working hard as usual.  Right now he's in Minnesota for school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ministry&lt;/span&gt; is going well, we have such a range of students coming to youth group, from the ones who have gone to church all their lives to the ones where this is a new thing for them.  We love having all of them.  The students have really gone deep this year, their relationships with Christ are maturing and we are seeing the fruit in their lives.  I am so thankful that God allows us to speak of Him...and even get paid for it!  The church itself is going through a rough time....as many are.  We are searching for a senior pastor and in the mean time there has been a lot of transition, a lot of change.  My prayer for our church is that we are united.  There are so many hurting people so close to us and we need to be a beacon and a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to write about, but I will do that in my next post.  Happy spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-7034048104255254916?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/7034048104255254916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=7034048104255254916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7034048104255254916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7034048104255254916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-6600100007545222246</id><published>2009-02-22T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:47:40.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305706829645975026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SaGoQC9pjfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HqdpCwnQhPM/s320/winter+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "It's moving day!!!!"  This is how Jerusha woke us up at 6:00am on Feb. the 7th.  Whenever we would talk about moving or the new house we would make sure that she would know that it is the house that God is giving us and we have to wait on His timing.  Well...He apparently informed her that at 6:00am it was go time.  We were moving!  Here is Roo and Noamers in the moving truck with Jeremy.  Some wonderful friends took care of the girls for the day while many other friends came and helped haul everything from house to house.  It was a lot of work but we were so happy to do it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SaGoP9aPnSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JixNymOOCpQ/s1600-h/winter+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305706828155297058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SaGoP9aPnSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JixNymOOCpQ/s320/winter+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Home sweet home....when you're coming to visit, this is what to look for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SaGoPvnyDLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5jtxGu_H6r8/s1600-h/winter+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305706824453983410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SaGoPvnyDLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5jtxGu_H6r8/s320/winter+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just had to show you a picture of the new kitchen.  Mom, I can't wait for you to see it in real life!  I was thinking of all the Easter and Christmas dinners we made together, we could really cook up a masterpiece here!  Next time I'll include some pictures of the girls' rooms, they've gotten quite good at giving the tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-6600100007545222246?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/6600100007545222246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=6600100007545222246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6600100007545222246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6600100007545222246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go....'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SaGoQC9pjfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HqdpCwnQhPM/s72-c/winter+2008+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-2752755319966882542</id><published>2009-01-24T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:41:15.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Comfort....warmth....acceptance.....food.....home.  For well over a year now, we have been calling the Sabbath House home.  But the thing is...it's not really our home.  We've made memories here, we brought Naomi into our family here, we've celebrated and cried in this house, and we are extremely grateful for it.  I've tucked Jerusha into bed at night, thankful for the warm bed, but in the back of my mind always remembering that it's not really her bed.  I've served dinner on plates, and while I'm very thankful for the food and the ability to serve it, it has never been on our dishes.  We have had a front row seat to watch God's faithfulness to our family (all from the comfort of very plush couches), and have waited to go home.   Well, it's happened.  We closed on our house last Friday.  A lovely 3 bedroom home in Mason (suburb north of Cincinnati). It was a foreclosure and needs a bit of work and we've been going very strong for a week.  We have it all painted and we just have the carpet to do and the master bath.  So many people have come out to help us paint, with the plumbing or the appliances....so many dear people that have been praying with us to bring us home.  As we go through this experience (living in a place that's not ours)  I can't help but think that really, this is just how we should feel.  Living in this world but knowing that there is a place so much better, a place where we will truly be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for praying through this with us.  I'm not sure what all I've learned or how I've grown through this, that's to figure out later, but I do know that God good.  We are working very hard to get the house ready to move in, we are expecting to move on the 7th.  Like I said, we are working on the master bath which is a little beyond our comfort zone for home repairs (Jer is fond of saying "let's just say I'm more handsome than handy").  Thankfully, we have some very capable people helping us...it should be fun!  I'll be sure to post some pictures,I've taken quite a few, however they are all at the other house...I'll blame it on all the paint fumes I've been inhaling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-2752755319966882542?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/2752755319966882542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=2752755319966882542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2752755319966882542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2752755319966882542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2009/01/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-9070625676323352034</id><published>2009-01-12T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:24:58.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWuz1T1gPeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wi8US2GGtGs/s1600-h/Fall+2008+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290519915715902946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWuz1T1gPeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wi8US2GGtGs/s320/Fall+2008+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Christmas was as lovely as ours...we enjoyed having the Taylor side reunite at our house.  With lots of food, new toys and two very willing uncles (thanks Aaron and Jonathan!) Jerusha and Naomi were running from morning till night.  It was great to take the time to catch up with each other and just enjoy one another's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWuz0_QUBWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b0pTcFdYLsc/s1600-h/Fall+2008+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290519910191203682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWuz0_QUBWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/b0pTcFdYLsc/s320/Fall+2008+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here Jerusha and Jonathan share their Christmas meal.  He made for much better dinner conversation than her sister does, so Roo made the most of it and spent every meal chatting it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-9070625676323352034?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/9070625676323352034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=9070625676323352034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9070625676323352034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9070625676323352034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWuz1T1gPeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wi8US2GGtGs/s72-c/Fall+2008+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-7791710854537751853</id><published>2009-01-08T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:41:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWapBTRtmQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9NOERSkYhi8/s1600-h/Fall+2008+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289100652212754690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWapBTRtmQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9NOERSkYhi8/s320/Fall+2008+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289108158820388418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWav2PkcDkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/G6-UcQ2YnRo/s320/Fall+2008+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this time of year. I love time with the girls doing fun cozy crafts on a cold winter night (like this smashing gingerbread house that Roo and I that Puffalump is showing off...I think this is the best house I've ever made!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially cherish the moments when we teach the girls about why we celebrate Christmas, That God entered our world. We've been talking a lot about grace, kindness when it's not deserved (rudementary, I know) and Naomi has been giving Roo lots of oppportunity to practice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWao5xukDyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CJDvN6zel2Q/s1600-h/Fall+2008+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289100522947874594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWao5xukDyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CJDvN6zel2Q/s320/Fall+2008+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the great pleasure of going to Jerusha's first school Christmas program. Here she is giving me the old thumbs up in the middle of a song, but if you look closely, not many kids are actually singing anyways. Beside her to the right is her best school pal Ally. They couldn't be any more cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-7791710854537751853?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/7791710854537751853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=7791710854537751853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7791710854537751853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7791710854537751853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SWapBTRtmQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9NOERSkYhi8/s72-c/Fall+2008+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-3233178050658098540</id><published>2008-11-30T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:32:38.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thankful Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/STM6CPM6GRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qCI7eKUFLmA/s1600-h/Fall+2008+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274623398695803154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/STM6CPM6GRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qCI7eKUFLmA/s320/Fall+2008+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I begin?  For my family, for my health, for the food on my table....for my table!  For the fact that Almighty God considers me a friend.  I am so thankful!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the eldest daughter (she's the second one from the right...with the goofy eyes)  at her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school thanksgiving lunch.  It's been fun learning the whole American thanksgiving story as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt; learns it.  We had the honour of joining some dear friends for their thanksgiving meal, we had a great time watching football, playing games and chasing kids around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a former student from Washington at our home for the long weekend.  Mike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moorman&lt;/span&gt; just came in from Iraq 10 days before thanksgiving (his base is 4 hours from Cincinnati) and was able to join us.  We are so grateful that he is back in the country and safe and it was an honour to have him at our house.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt; had him making mud pies with her in the back yard and playing football.  Naomi was unsure about Mike, but by the end of the weekend she was hugging and blowing kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-3233178050658098540?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/3233178050658098540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=3233178050658098540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3233178050658098540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3233178050658098540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-heart.html' title='A Thankful Heart'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/STM6CPM6GRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qCI7eKUFLmA/s72-c/Fall+2008+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-9169492369427552037</id><published>2008-11-21T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:14:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Update</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd take a minute and fill you in on our house situation.  We are still currently at the Sabbath House, the church's parsonage.  We have been waiting a long, long time to hear about the house that we put an offer on.  We have come to understand that the situation (banks are nervous, the economic bailout, and the former owners filing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bankruptcy&lt;/span&gt;, the fact that there are two banks involved) is to blame for the long wait.  We heard that they are now working on our offer, but every "back and forth" is taking a long time.  In the meantime, we have begun to look elsewhere.  It's very difficult to let the house go (which technically we haven't yet, we're still in contract with it) and understand that it may not be where we will call home, BUT, it's just a house, and we know that where ever God places us we will be happy and very thankful.  I am looking forward to serving supper on our dishes and putting my babies to bed in their own beds.  So, we would covet your prayers that this situation would be resolved soon and that we would continue to rely on God's faithfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-9169492369427552037?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/9169492369427552037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=9169492369427552037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9169492369427552037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9169492369427552037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-update.html' title='House Update'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-4479885566062843601</id><published>2008-11-21T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:50:44.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SSdhPaSW9xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aHuRuEHuLu8/s1600-h/Fall+2008+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271288806242711314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SSdhPaSW9xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aHuRuEHuLu8/s320/Fall+2008+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell the difference?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noamers&lt;/span&gt; has a much loved "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;".  So loved, in fact, that she carries it everywhere, much like Linus from Charlie Brown.  Anyways, knowing my daughter, I decided to buy a back-up, just in case something should happen to the original.  Tonight I caught a whiff of Original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Blankie&lt;/span&gt; and whew!  It was stinky, no wait, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stanky&lt;/span&gt;!  (this happens when a toddler sucks on it daily).  It happened to be close to bed time so I took the OB (original...) and gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Noamers&lt;/span&gt; the NB (New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blankie&lt;/span&gt;).  She looked at it, felt it and then...she smelled it.  She looked up at me and gave it right back.  I tried it a little later and it was a no-go.  What was I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SSdhPge8cYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tCiVDZXkpfQ/s1600-h/Fall+2008+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271288807906111874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SSdhPge8cYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tCiVDZXkpfQ/s320/Fall+2008+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thinking?  A mama always knows her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-4479885566062843601?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/4479885566062843601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=4479885566062843601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4479885566062843601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4479885566062843601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/11/mama-knows.html' title='Mama Knows'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SSdhPaSW9xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aHuRuEHuLu8/s72-c/Fall+2008+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-9073028404308248596</id><published>2008-11-10T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:20:18.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jerusha Moment</title><content type='html'>Just a quick story that made me chuckle and I thought I'd share it with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking at our wedding pictures, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt; loves all things flowers and pretty dresses.  So she asks "where was I?"  I told her that she wasn't there.  She hadn't been born yet.  She understands that babies that aren't born yet are in their Mom's tummies, so the next question..."was I in your tummy?"  "no" I reply and go on to tell her that grown-ups fall in love, get married and then have children.  Puzzled and a little perplexed my eldest daughter then asks...."was I in the bathroom?"  at which point I could tell she was getting very concerned and finally she whirls around at looks at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incredulously&lt;/span&gt;, "DID YOU LEAVE ME AT HOME?!?!?"  Apparently it was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inconsiderate&lt;/span&gt; of Jeremy and me to not invite her to her own parents' wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-9073028404308248596?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/9073028404308248596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=9073028404308248596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9073028404308248596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9073028404308248596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/11/jerusha-moment.html' title='A Jerusha Moment'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-538007424490176219</id><published>2008-11-02T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:30:58.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQ5iT5Ah8PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1z3MFoj8_NU/s1600-h/Fall+2008+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264253108302770418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQ5iT5Ah8PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1z3MFoj8_NU/s320/Fall+2008+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQ5iTJp3t-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/YBK2o6OpGjM/s1600-h/Fall+2008+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264253095591262178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQ5iTJp3t-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/YBK2o6OpGjM/s320/Fall+2008+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our church tried a new event where people from the church bring their cars to the parking lot (wait, it gets better) and decorate their trunks. They provide a bunch of candy and the kids can go from car to car trick or treating. We had a great time together and many people from the community brought their kids. This was the first time that either of our girls had ever trick or treated. Now that Jerusha has seen how this whole deal works, with the dressing up and the free candy well, she was quite impressed. Naomi had a good time being a monkey, she was by far the cutest as she enjoyed roaming free. Jerusha was a beautiful Cinderella and charmed all who met her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-538007424490176219?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/538007424490176219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=538007424490176219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/538007424490176219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/538007424490176219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQ5iT5Ah8PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/1z3MFoj8_NU/s72-c/Fall+2008+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-9071208270485274979</id><published>2008-10-26T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:27:50.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Night in Cincinnati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQUFBSVGSwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DZT-mSqJBPk/s1600-h/Fall+2008+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617259310631682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQUFBSVGSwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DZT-mSqJBPk/s320/Fall+2008+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright, so it may not look like it, but this is the girls playing their version of hockey.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt; found something that had a stick on it and we "dropped the puck".  Unfortunately, I took the picture when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incurred&lt;/span&gt; a 2 minute penalty for tripping.  Keep your stick on the ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-9071208270485274979?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/9071208270485274979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=9071208270485274979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9071208270485274979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/9071208270485274979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/10/hockey-night-in-cincinnati.html' title='Hockey Night in Cincinnati'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQUFBSVGSwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/DZT-mSqJBPk/s72-c/Fall+2008+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-7777241961587009673</id><published>2008-10-23T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:16:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEv_dpLnuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LOAN6Se22lw/s1600-h/Fall+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260538607081070306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEv_dpLnuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LOAN6Se22lw/s320/Fall+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This September, Jerusha started preschool. I have to admit I'm still getting over it. She goes to King of Kings Preschool and her teacher is Mrs. Fenstermaker. She's doing such a good job. She's beginning to read and her printing is coming along ("s" is a tricky one!) It's amazing to think that this is just the beginning of a long road of education. We always knew she was a genius, now she'll just have to prove us right (we're counting on scholarships for college!). We are so proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here's her class on a field trip to the local fire department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-7777241961587009673?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/7777241961587009673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=7777241961587009673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7777241961587009673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7777241961587009673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/10/beginning.html' title='The Beginning...'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEv_dpLnuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LOAN6Se22lw/s72-c/Fall+2008+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-6183172221361564203</id><published>2008-10-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:52:39.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Auntie Pam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEpsY3eOgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kUTkzYlo6cY/s1600-h/vacation+2008+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260531682311551490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEpsY3eOgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kUTkzYlo6cY/s320/vacation+2008+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jerusha's&lt;/span&gt; first dental experience was not a good one....at all.  So immediately afterwards I called up Pam and told her what had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; and like the good Auntie that she is, she got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; back in the chair and made it all better.  Thank you so much Pam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-6183172221361564203?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/6183172221361564203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=6183172221361564203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6183172221361564203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6183172221361564203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-auntie-pam.html' title='Thank You Auntie Pam'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEpsY3eOgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kUTkzYlo6cY/s72-c/vacation+2008+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-3055193992685681001</id><published>2008-10-23T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:33:40.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go West Young Man...Woman...and Children...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEkRhT0s7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yFfU7GTkFJQ/s1600-h/vacation+2008+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260525723163341746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEkRhT0s7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yFfU7GTkFJQ/s320/vacation+2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our time in the west, we went back to Washington and visited our former church and saw some dear friends.  we also took a bit of time to see the ocean...something I think everyone should see.  I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noamers&lt;/span&gt; won't remember it, but we have pictures :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about the ocean, about the big-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; of it points to how big my God is.  I find it easy to be made aware of how small I am and how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;immense&lt;/span&gt; His love for me must be that he would think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEkRQKh62I/AAAAAAAAAGc/kraZEpfRV_E/s1600-h/vacation+2008+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260525718560959330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEkRQKh62I/AAAAAAAAAGc/kraZEpfRV_E/s320/vacation+2008+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the shore, little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-3055193992685681001?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/3055193992685681001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=3055193992685681001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3055193992685681001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3055193992685681001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-west-young-manwomanand-children.html' title='Go West Young Man...Woman...and Children...'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEkRhT0s7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/yFfU7GTkFJQ/s72-c/vacation+2008+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-5123029507283214518</id><published>2008-10-23T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:21:47.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a moment.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEeV-A3cPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dOC2ENgV9Yw/s1600-h/vacation+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519202518167794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEeV-A3cPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dOC2ENgV9Yw/s320/vacation+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       In the True North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, we went for an adventure!  The entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stobbe&lt;/span&gt; clan went up to "the Lake" a place my family has been going to since I was 2.  I have a lot of wonderful memories there and it was thrilling to make some new memories with my own family.  Taking bike rides with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt;, walking with Naomi, riding dirt bikes in the mountains with Jeremy...I completely understand why my parents spent the money on such a place.  That is something I really appreciate about my parents.  I know there were other places they could have spent their money, but they chose to invest in a place were we could be together and make memories...relationships first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stobbe&lt;/span&gt; with the newest Biker Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEeVfbh4II/AAAAAAAAAGM/BJQSYHMmSg4/s1600-h/vacation+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260519194308501634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEeVfbh4II/AAAAAAAAAGM/BJQSYHMmSg4/s320/vacation+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and John took on the 3 amigos.  Isaac and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; loved being in the canoe...Megan loved stepping back on dry land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt; had a blast camping.  That girl was made to be outside!  (she's a girl after my own heart!)  She got Uncle Tim to teach her how to make the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; in the whole world...and Tim, you'd be proud, we made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; the other day and she hasn't forgotten her lesson.  She also got Uncle John to teach her how to fish....something that I refuse to be a part of on the account that I hate fish.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt; loved it.  She got a bunch of motorbike rides from anyone that would agree to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEbmI5LMOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/liTBY5zsBrA/s1600-h/vacation+2008+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516181781721314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEbmI5LMOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/liTBY5zsBrA/s320/vacation+2008+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My apologies...I haven't kept this up as diligently as I wanted to BUT....here we go.....are you ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAOMI!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our sweet baby turned 1 on August 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We had her party at Mom and Dad's (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Stobbe's&lt;/span&gt;) house with our dear family. It was such a treat to be together. I am so proud of Naomi.....she has become such a darling. She likes to check everything out before she tries something. She's thoughtful about the things she does.....and she's incredibly cute! She's also very loyal. The other day a comb (of all things) caught her fancy and she held on to that comb the entire day. She played with one hand, she ate with one hand, she pulled her sister's hair with one hand all so she could keep her paws on her comb. Finally at the end of the day I was able to extract it from her hand once she fell asleep.   Her character is coming out and we love watching her as each day she has something to new to show us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-5123029507283214518?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/5123029507283214518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=5123029507283214518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5123029507283214518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5123029507283214518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-found-moment.html' title='I found a moment.....'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SQEeV-A3cPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dOC2ENgV9Yw/s72-c/vacation+2008+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-2094532604756186093</id><published>2008-08-01T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:58:09.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Auntie Pam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SJO9N27-bOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3hdn8G6AzFU/s1600-h/summer2008+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229731638090296546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SJO9N27-bOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3hdn8G6AzFU/s320/summer2008+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Naomi, very proud of her pearly whites.......getting ready for Auntie Pam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-2094532604756186093?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/2094532604756186093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=2094532604756186093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2094532604756186093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2094532604756186093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-auntie-pam.html' title='For Auntie Pam!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SJO9N27-bOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3hdn8G6AzFU/s72-c/summer2008+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-66078791433065886</id><published>2008-07-26T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:26:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SIuEaDDRyZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bybaCJxLYHk/s1600-h/summer2008+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227417375524112786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SIuEaDDRyZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bybaCJxLYHk/s320/summer2008+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week the girls and I made two trips to the airport.  Monday night we picked up Jeremy and the students, and here we are Wednesday meeting up with Tina and the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we waited we watched people being reunited with one another.  Some were nonchalant while others were thrilled to be together again and were very unashamed to show it.  It caused me to think about heaven, about what it will be like as we arrive.  How we waited and longed for our family to arrive, how sweet it was to run up and hug them!  No more departures, only arrivals...heaven!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-66078791433065886?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/66078791433065886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=66078791433065886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/66078791433065886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/66078791433065886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/07/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SIuEaDDRyZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bybaCJxLYHk/s72-c/summer2008+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-1683829267423747670</id><published>2008-07-16T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:08:04.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SH6vrWWxuOI/AAAAAAAAADw/FGWZkFkDKD0/s1600-h/summer2008+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805777066703074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SH6vrWWxuOI/AAAAAAAAADw/FGWZkFkDKD0/s320/summer2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you know it's a Monday (or at least it was when I took this picture).  Jerusha experiences the joy that is taking care of unruly hair......While her mother can sympathize with this issue, her grandpa Stobbe cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SH6vsK7z3hI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W_UHR-E-uT8/s1600-h/summer2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223805791180676626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SH6vsK7z3hI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W_UHR-E-uT8/s320/summer2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl, here she is, things getting stuck in her hair and I can't stop laughing at her.  I'm sure, no wait, I KNOW my  mom laughed at me....it's a parental right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is in Mississippi on a mission trip with the Senior High students.  They are rebuilding from Hurricane Katrina.  It's hard to believe that people are still rebuilding after 3 years, and unfortunately, there's a lot more to do.  All the Taylor ladies are proud of Jeremy and the work he does, we're just ready to be together again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other evening as we finished our prayers, Jerusha asked "is he (dad) finished seeing her?"&lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;"is he finished seeing her yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"who?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Sippy"&lt;br /&gt;This whole week Jerusha thought Jeremy and the Students were visiting someone.  So we pulled out the map and looked at where he was.  Naomi, on the other hand, is busy doing what she does....eat, sleep, and, well, you know.  She's working on her walking so there's often a new bruise to look for.  She's becoming very playful and loves to play hide and seek.  I think she said "mama" yesterday, I'm not certain that's what she was going for, but we're working hard on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're busy getting ready for our "special visitors" that will arrive next Wednesday.  Tina (my sister-in-law) and Isaac and Megan (nephew and niece) are coming to spend a week with us.  We have badly missed our Washington family and Jerusha talks often about Megan and Isaac.  The fun part is that Roo doesn't know who it is that is coming.  Each day she gets another clue about who the "special visitors" are, but as of today, she still hasn't figured it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-1683829267423747670?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/1683829267423747670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=1683829267423747670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/1683829267423747670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/1683829267423747670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-just-another-manic-monday.html' title='It&apos;s just another Manic Monday'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SH6vrWWxuOI/AAAAAAAAADw/FGWZkFkDKD0/s72-c/summer2008+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-881279771536784338</id><published>2008-07-10T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:15:28.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SHYWrk41aqI/AAAAAAAAADY/wexTxvvz8kc/s1600-h/summer2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221385755874912930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SHYWrk41aqI/AAAAAAAAADY/wexTxvvz8kc/s320/summer2008+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our shop!  Our church is doing VBS this week and our theme is the Jerusalem Market.  It's an all church affair with many adults helping and everyone dressing up.  Jeremy and I are doing the carpentry shop and we help the children make dreidels and talk about what we're learning that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SHYWsG0vEXI/AAAAAAAAADg/rY1IzHYfodw/s1600-h/summer2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221385764984525170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SHYWsG0vEXI/AAAAAAAAADg/rY1IzHYfodw/s320/summer2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little darlings ready for their evening....doesn't Naomi look like she's having fun?  And yes, that is Puffalump (in costume no less)that Jerusha is holding, he's very much a part of this family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SHYWtmHeGhI/AAAAAAAAADo/pzLPXt3RYZA/s1600-h/summer2008+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221385790564473362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SHYWtmHeGhI/AAAAAAAAADo/pzLPXt3RYZA/s320/summer2008+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusha is in the tribe of Benjamin with other kids her age.  Here they are singing and dancing in a circle.....that Mennonite blood runs true....this is as close to dancing as she's going to get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-881279771536784338?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/881279771536784338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=881279771536784338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/881279771536784338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/881279771536784338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-jerusalem.html' title='New Jerusalem'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SHYWrk41aqI/AAAAAAAAADY/wexTxvvz8kc/s72-c/summer2008+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-4578587797097308466</id><published>2008-07-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:59:37.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Say Can You See?</title><content type='html'>What fun to celebrate two countries national holidays so close together!  Fireworks, food and friends are &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;a good idea.  Jeremy came home from his junior high mission trip to Tennessee and we hopped in the van and joined our friends, the Gibbs family, for a party.  Unfortunately, I forgot my camera so you'll just have to imagine how good-looking we were in our red white and blue.  We had a great time and it was fun to be all together as a family again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-4578587797097308466?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/4578587797097308466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=4578587797097308466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4578587797097308466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4578587797097308466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-say-can-you-see.html' title='Oh Say Can You See?'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-3800420225932813699</id><published>2008-07-03T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:43:10.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Canada!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Canada...and Uncle Tim!&lt;br /&gt;Although there were no parades or fireworks, the Canadian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;representatives&lt;/span&gt; in Ohio had a good time anyway.  We had a lovely picnic and wore our red and white proudly.  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGzUFHpXsZI/AAAAAAAAADA/VDigOF-2jtY/s1600-h/summer2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218779252632564114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGzUFHpXsZI/AAAAAAAAADA/VDigOF-2jtY/s320/summer2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the cicadas are gone our lives have greatly improved.  It is such a treat to play outside without using evasive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maneuvers&lt;/span&gt;.  The weather has been so nice, we've taken every chance we get to be outdoors.  The pool is up and running, sunscreen is being applied and knees are getting scraped.  Ah.....childhood!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGzUFbZkilI/AAAAAAAAADI/EwjdWTAEwLk/s1600-h/summer2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218779257935006290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGzUFbZkilI/AAAAAAAAADI/EwjdWTAEwLk/s320/summer2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing "O Canada" and "Happy Birthday" to Tim, we enjoyed some red and white dessert.  We appreciate all of your birthdays because we get to eat cake in your honour!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGzUFp6rjrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TQJSEs8sVpg/s1600-h/summer2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218779261831974578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGzUFp6rjrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TQJSEs8sVpg/s320/summer2008+036.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/8499940444941642784-3800420225932813699?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/3800420225932813699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=3800420225932813699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3800420225932813699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3800420225932813699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-canada.html' title='O Canada!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGzUFHpXsZI/AAAAAAAAADA/VDigOF-2jtY/s72-c/summer2008+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-7781320035440826496</id><published>2008-06-29T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:00:28.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Update</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd get everyone up to date on our house situation.  We finished the sale of our house in Aberdeen in March.  We were so grateful for such a sweet first house and we have so many treasured memories there.  Two weeks later we found the house that we  would like to make our home.  It's considered a "short sale" and it's been a bit of a tricky situation.  We entered our offer to the owners and two banks that hold their mortgages, it was accepted by all three parties (which is great) and now the three parties are in negotiations about what to do with the money from the sale and the rest of the money that is owed (which is not so great).  We heard that in these situations once the negotiations are complete the banks want to close in about a week (which is super-great).  So we wait....again.  I've begun packing and preparing for a quick move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is wonderful, however it does need some cosmetic help before we can move in.  So we're dreaming about colours and carpets.  I am very ready to go home and make a safe place for my family.  God has been so good to us, providing everything that we have needed, we are so grateful!  Please pray with us that the sale of this house would be concluded and that we could finally finish our move to Ohio.  We appreciate all your support as we continue our adventure.  We'd love to have you to our home....you're all welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-7781320035440826496?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/7781320035440826496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=7781320035440826496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7781320035440826496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7781320035440826496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-update.html' title='House Update'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-6807161149623839667</id><published>2008-06-29T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:04:51.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of Rock and Roll...</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;... is in Cleveland...and so were we for a night. We spent the night in the home city of the rock and roll hall of fame and met up with Jeremy's parents. We played in the pool at the hotel and enjoyed a beautiful morning at the shore of Lake Erie.  It was wonderful to catch up with dear family, even if it was very quick!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGgnox9qobI/AAAAAAAAACo/WslReFmasps/s1600-h/summer2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217463749868954034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGgnox9qobI/AAAAAAAAACo/WslReFmasps/s320/summer2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to play out side without worrying about nasty cicadas getting caught in our hair! Jerusha loved playing in the waves, something we have deeply missed doing since leaving the west coast.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGgnqrVdA0I/AAAAAAAAACw/EN3KT-No6I8/s1600-h/summer2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217463782449414978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGgnqrVdA0I/AAAAAAAAACw/EN3KT-No6I8/s320/summer2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi ("Noamers" as she's called) and I at a rest stop, stretching our legs and downing some tasty strained beans...Mmmm.... Noamers has taken off with her crawling...literally. It has become a family endevour to keep track of where she is in relation to whatever she's not supposed to get into. She is ALWAYS on the move!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGgnsCHHnDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6ojVSOCq67Q/s1600-h/summer2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217463805743176754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGgnsCHHnDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6ojVSOCq67Q/s320/summer2008+030.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/8499940444941642784-6807161149623839667?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/6807161149623839667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=6807161149623839667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6807161149623839667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6807161149623839667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-of-rock-and-roll.html' title='The Heart of Rock and Roll...'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SGgnox9qobI/AAAAAAAAACo/WslReFmasps/s72-c/summer2008+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-6902369813394557423</id><published>2008-06-15T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:42:24.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Jerusha's enjoying the fizzy stuff....a rare treat!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SFXBK2ebAzI/AAAAAAAAACA/5gqTmaEzZEg/s1600-h/summer2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212284535917183794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SFXBK2ebAzI/AAAAAAAAACA/5gqTmaEzZEg/s320/summer2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SFXBL5DttcI/AAAAAAAAACI/B8MDyiZZR98/s1600-h/summer2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212284553790338498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SFXBL5DttcI/AAAAAAAAACI/B8MDyiZZR98/s320/summer2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeremy turned 32 on Saturday....Happy birthday!  We spent the afternoon at Findlay Farmer's Market enjoying the sights sounds and smells of downtown Cincinnati.  It was a beautiful afternoon and we simply loved being together just our family as we navigated "Over the Rhine" which is the shady part of town, but it has a lot of character.  Later in the evening Jeremy and I left the girls with a babysitter and went out for a date.  I am so thankful for Jeremy and the adventure we get to share together.....was that a little sappy?  You can deal with it...it's my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-6902369813394557423?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/6902369813394557423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=6902369813394557423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6902369813394557423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6902369813394557423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SFXBK2ebAzI/AAAAAAAAACA/5gqTmaEzZEg/s72-c/summer2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-4845204909170387819</id><published>2008-06-09T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:50:40.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SE14TKHbRJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WT2vQWXAXgw/s1600-h/W4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209952614465881234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SE14TKHbRJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WT2vQWXAXgw/s320/W4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the little Yankee Doodle, sitting by the pool, having a BBQ and generally enjoying baby-hood.  Naomi has decided that she prefers to swim in a nicely warmed pool (or bath tub) and has no desire to splashing about willy-nilly in some chilly pool thank you very much.  But she does look smashing in her swim suit doesn't she?  Naomers (our nic-name for her) is crawling at super speeds and makes a bee-line for anything that looks like it belongs to Jerusha.  She's also becoming familiar with certain songs and loves to do "actions" to them ("Joy Joy" is her favourite).  She just made it to 18 pounds so every little roll that you see in this picture has been hard fought for!  She is such a joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-4845204909170387819?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/4845204909170387819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=4845204909170387819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4845204909170387819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/4845204909170387819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-months-today.html' title='10 Months Today!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SE14TKHbRJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WT2vQWXAXgw/s72-c/W4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-5275202400079877575</id><published>2008-06-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:36:21.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SEQDlKM7hJI/AAAAAAAAABo/HwRWERt1eKw/s1600-h/spring2008+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207291006075765906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SEQDlKM7hJI/AAAAAAAAABo/HwRWERt1eKw/s320/spring2008+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SEQDl6M7hKI/AAAAAAAAABw/jUMUfUd8Z30/s1600-h/spring2008+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207291018960667810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SEQDl6M7hKI/AAAAAAAAABw/jUMUfUd8Z30/s320/spring2008+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise, O Lord." - Psalm 8:2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we are inendated with these nasty secadas, I witnessed something lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerusha got a new "polka dotty" dress, and for her, as with many little girls, the quality of the dress is in direct relation to how well it twirls.  It doesn't matter if it fits, if it twirls, we'll take it!  So there she was, oblivious to everything around her, singing "You Are My All in All" to God and completely enjoying all that it is to be a little girl.  She was an absolute delight and I'm pretty sure her Heavenly Father was delighted too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It caused me to think...when was the last time I put down my to-do list and just took in the moment and delighted in my Heavenly Father?......Maybe I'll go put on a dress.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-5275202400079877575?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/5275202400079877575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=5275202400079877575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5275202400079877575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/5275202400079877575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/06/lovely.html' title='Lovely'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SEQDlKM7hJI/AAAAAAAAABo/HwRWERt1eKw/s72-c/spring2008+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-2760490359411578838</id><published>2008-05-27T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:05:44.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plague!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy7W6M7hII/AAAAAAAAABg/9x4y23xPTZs/s1600-h/spring2008+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205241271588455554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy7W6M7hII/AAAAAAAAABg/9x4y23xPTZs/s320/spring2008+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture really doesn't do it justice.  Last summer we heard of these nasty bugs called secadas.  They are bugs that nest in the ground for (get this) 17 years and then rise up and there's a nasty infestation for about 2 months where they take over.  They're about 2.5 inches long and they're even louder than traffic on the major highway.  Yes, that's right, they rise up from the dead like zombies and fly around for a while and then die, only to return 17 years later.  Doesn't this sound like an Egytptian plague?  People talk as if this is normal....IT'S NOT!!!  Well, now there's apparently a "pod" that is about to "hatch" this summer and we have begun to see evidence of them in our own backyard.  Our original plan was to go on sabatical when the bugs where due to come out, but there's a new "pod" that has taken us off guard.  I think I'll stock up on supplies and hide out...I like being outdoors and bugs don't usually bother me but these aren't bugs.....they're the un-dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-2760490359411578838?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/2760490359411578838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=2760490359411578838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2760490359411578838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2760490359411578838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/05/plague.html' title='The Plague!!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy7W6M7hII/AAAAAAAAABg/9x4y23xPTZs/s72-c/spring2008+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-2978075456269121353</id><published>2008-05-27T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:53:54.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy6Y6M7hFI/AAAAAAAAABI/NUZw5T-JlMI/s1600-h/spring2008+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205240206436566098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy6Y6M7hFI/AAAAAAAAABI/NUZw5T-JlMI/s320/spring2008+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy6ZKM7hGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UiD2cjJsmLY/s1600-h/spring2008+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205240210731533410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy6ZKM7hGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UiD2cjJsmLY/s320/spring2008+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy6ZaM7hHI/AAAAAAAAABY/cDjzlzS4H7c/s1600-h/spring2008+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205240215026500722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy6ZaM7hHI/AAAAAAAAABY/cDjzlzS4H7c/s320/spring2008+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful visit from my (April) cousin Lydia Hamm and her husband Phil.  It was such a treat to see them (it had been many years).  We took in the Creation Museum in Kentucky the Conservatory and lots of visiting.  Phil even worked on my computer and it's running nicely...Thanks Phil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-2978075456269121353?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/2978075456269121353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=2978075456269121353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2978075456269121353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2978075456269121353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/05/family-visit.html' title='A Family Visit'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SDy6Y6M7hFI/AAAAAAAAABI/NUZw5T-JlMI/s72-c/spring2008+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-6582198596981014980</id><published>2008-05-17T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:01:06.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lance Armstrong has nothing on us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SC9Cv8rbGZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-J1eUnpHee4/s1600-h/spring2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201449486145755538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SC9Cv8rbGZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-J1eUnpHee4/s320/spring2008+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SC9CwcrbGaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WKyN2-1lbYo/s1600-h/spring2008+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201449494735690146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SC9CwcrbGaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WKyN2-1lbYo/s320/spring2008+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SC9CwsrbGbI/AAAAAAAAABA/GiZEXiyZoJs/s1600-h/spring2008+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201449499030657458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SC9CwsrbGbI/AAAAAAAAABA/GiZEXiyZoJs/s320/spring2008+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beautiful Saturday afternoon beckoned us to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loveland&lt;/span&gt; Bike Trail.  It's a paved trail that goes through a historic part of town and then on for about 40 miles.....we didn't do the whole thing (obviously)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt; had become quite confident at riding her bike.  She's even perfected her "wave while riding" technique.  She was realizing that though she was concerned for her safety, she also wished to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; to the other bicyclists she came across.  "How do I wave and not fall off?"  she asked.  So she thought about it and the next time we went for a ride she had it.  Keeping her hand on the handle bars, she wiggles her fingers.  She'd be more than happy to show you how, she gives tutorials on the Bike Trail to anyone who asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi thus far has been a pretty content baby.  I know it's not really fair to compare them, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; was quite motivated as a baby and Naomi has been happy to lay there and smile at you.....until this week.  Something happened to that little girl, she saw something, she wanted it so she decided to go for it.  And now that she realizes that crawling is a viable option there is no more sitting around for that girl!  She is showing us a tenacious side of herself and we are loving it!  What a joy to watch little girls grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-6582198596981014980?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/6582198596981014980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=6582198596981014980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6582198596981014980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/6582198596981014980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/05/lance-armstrong-has-nothing-on-us.html' title='Lance Armstrong has nothing on us!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SC9Cv8rbGZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-J1eUnpHee4/s72-c/spring2008+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-7211770221175668712</id><published>2008-05-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:41:40.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeRrcrbGYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aCsZHyiGyaY/s1600-h/spring2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199284470441253250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeRrcrbGYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aCsZHyiGyaY/s320/spring2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start them young!  Naomi did a great job of, well, sitting there and looking cute, but she does it so well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-7211770221175668712?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/7211770221175668712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=7211770221175668712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7211770221175668712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7211770221175668712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-start-them-young-naomi-did-great-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeRrcrbGYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aCsZHyiGyaY/s72-c/spring2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-3221149559961379214</id><published>2008-05-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:37:44.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeRFcrbGXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1Ga2SkXsRac/s1600-h/spring2008+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199283817606224242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeRFcrbGXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1Ga2SkXsRac/s320/spring2008+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This would be so much easier with a belt!  Jerusha is discovering the joy that is the Stobbe backside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-3221149559961379214?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/3221149559961379214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=3221149559961379214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3221149559961379214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/3221149559961379214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-would-be-so-much-easier-with-belt.html' title=''/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeRFcrbGXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1Ga2SkXsRac/s72-c/spring2008+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-7566190199337270984</id><published>2008-05-11T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:35:24.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road is Narrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeQIMrbGWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Nw3bpMz19l0/s1600-h/spring2008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199282765339236706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeQIMrbGWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Nw3bpMz19l0/s320/spring2008+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I think of Kentucky I usually think of Fried Chicken....  We spent a day in the Red River Gorge as a family before Jeremy left for school for two weeks.  Jerusha proved to be a fearless hiker much to her parent's delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-7566190199337270984?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/7566190199337270984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=7566190199337270984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7566190199337270984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/7566190199337270984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-is-narrow.html' title='The Road is Narrow'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeQIMrbGWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Nw3bpMz19l0/s72-c/spring2008+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499940444941642784.post-2148875539168434055</id><published>2008-05-11T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:29:59.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our world!</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are.  New to the whole blogging phenomenon and ready to get started.  I hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499940444941642784-2148875539168434055?l=ohiotaylors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/feeds/2148875539168434055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499940444941642784&amp;postID=2148875539168434055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2148875539168434055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499940444941642784/posts/default/2148875539168434055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohiotaylors.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-our-world.html' title='Welcome to our world!'/><author><name>Where He Leads...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16820679811620483950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_toblBp-VGOI/SCeMssrbGUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2CXaHXKdexY/S220/spring2008+053.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
