<?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-3515688047579369051</id><updated>2012-01-22T11:47:27.806-08:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkPtdVJn6HQ/TolOlfOTWRI/AAAAAAAAAgE/OFALmiQPLFI/s400/313957_2374993929883_1101622214_2859621_306023026_n.jpg'/><title type='text'>Loved as First Best</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey to find my daughter in Africa</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-224447164866213790</id><published>2012-01-10T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:19:12.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight at Yogurtland...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie: "Mom, &lt;i&gt;on purpose&lt;/i&gt; I ate a chocolate chip that dropped on the floor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Oh well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie: "I can't help it, Mom. I'm Ugandan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cracks me up! She uses that excuse for everything. Love this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I promise to post pictures and updates soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-224447164866213790?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/224447164866213790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonight-at-yogurtland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/224447164866213790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/224447164866213790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonight-at-yogurtland.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6064623352610251518</id><published>2011-10-19T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:32:46.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADOPTION DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>On March 11, 2010 the Ugandan judge made me legal guardian of my sweet girl....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665842706447153746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YE8gTm-rPvs/TqEd7C8FOlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QmDvtwosN20/s400/March11.jpg" /&gt;On July 27, 2011 the American judge made me her mama forever! &lt;br /&gt;(Think she's grown much???)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L09KcsczFvI/TqEed-inG9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/gc4v08Z34Cg/s1600/IMG_5042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665843306562001874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L09KcsczFvI/TqEed-inG9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/gc4v08Z34Cg/s400/IMG_5042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5jP2WIxB_I/AAAAAAAAALM/s2CNy5uH4cM/s1600-h/hotel+116a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665839277345232178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCiw825AUEY/TqEazcieVTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/WB0w9WLj9uQ/s400/IMG_5047.JPG" /&gt;Waiting to go into the courtroom....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665838392180481090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-21Kwgb5yt5U/TqEZ_7CwHEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BoaQ5H8dydo/s400/IMG_4996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665838176111749426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L6qYo3ZH50g/TqEZzWH86TI/AAAAAAAAAio/UHEYMqq-DR8/s400/IMG_4998.JPG" /&gt;Meeting the judge....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665837961845230306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qaxg2Udpl7Y/TqEZm361SuI/AAAAAAAAAic/V5_0_n2vOiQ/s400/IMG_5010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665837775093227250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cP9Mp9yAdzU/TqEZcANr3vI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YDTH7fAp7jM/s400/IMG_5013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665837545199469410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfCTJy0voWE/TqEZOnyvg2I/AAAAAAAAAiE/Dg-CUXMkZdI/s400/IMG_5019.JPG" /&gt;Making it official...she's mine!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665837277473637970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWQUC0ScVFQ/TqEY_Cb7hlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Qw7iS_B9vYc/s400/IMG_5020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665837037912556642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fONZiv8sXQ/TqEYxGAHhGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/UM2irOa_VeA/s400/IMG_5026.JPG" /&gt;Making it official...I'm hers!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665836824445482130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxs1TvRgg84/TqEYkqxmdJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xyr7Oln8zKA/s400/IMG_5034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665836576839149058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPnMhvd3r-s/TqEYWQXppgI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WU8lBVcNUlo/s400/IMG_5039.JPG" /&gt;We were just a little excited...!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665835457596934770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dB6vhqRG3rk/TqEXVG3gynI/AAAAAAAAAhI/R-PTqwPPzXs/s400/IMG_5041.JPG" /&gt;We had a party at Jaja Nana &amp;amp; Jaja Papa's house. Dorie wanted Miss Bekka to do some facepainting...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665838705196188194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z06wm4rk0fs/TqEaSJHgwiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/yS0kV2gz2hg/s400/IMG_5050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665838907440425938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50oxr9dAV9o/TqEad6iS69I/AAAAAAAAAjM/DBkNI8DM_Ek/s400/IMG_5053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665839552051657762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYNCZE2NJIA/TqEbDb5lvCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NWBMLbWLR9I/s400/IMG_5059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&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;div&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84ja3G2FrOo/TqEWqoMw8nI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ydqmBLSKsH0/s1600/IMG_5093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665834727810069106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84ja3G2FrOo/TqEWqoMw8nI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ydqmBLSKsH0/s400/IMG_5093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and friends got the barbeque going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkbwV1iA3tc/TqEWB7U0zBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/th3QB6lScZc/s1600/IMG_5055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665834028569512978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pkbwV1iA3tc/TqEWB7U0zBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/th3QB6lScZc/s400/IMG_5055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Freddie loved helping with the pinata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USFbHDf-nms/TqEVTle2n4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/a28d0_C_1hg/s1600/IMG_5083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665833232432013186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USFbHDf-nms/TqEVTle2n4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/a28d0_C_1hg/s400/IMG_5083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehNU3HZ8S04/Tp-42aIK81I/AAAAAAAAAgY/rvtQS1J1_i8/s1600/IMG_5089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665450101121413970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehNU3HZ8S04/Tp-42aIK81I/AAAAAAAAAgY/rvtQS1J1_i8/s400/IMG_5089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day ended with a quick swim. A perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh0aXHlywjQ/Tp-xu1uoA6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/U6HtxU6Wx4M/s1600/IMG_5097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665442274510111650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh0aXHlywjQ/Tp-xu1uoA6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/U6HtxU6Wx4M/s400/IMG_5097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-6064623352610251518?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6064623352610251518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/10/adoption-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6064623352610251518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6064623352610251518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/10/adoption-day.html' title='ADOPTION DAY!!!!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YE8gTm-rPvs/TqEd7C8FOlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QmDvtwosN20/s72-c/March11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1542185148428003765</id><published>2011-10-02T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:01:36.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkPtdVJn6HQ/TolOlfOTWRI/AAAAAAAAAgE/OFALmiQPLFI/s400/313957_2374993929883_1101622214_2859621_306023026_n.jpg'/><title type='text'>Lifelong Friends and Special Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My college friends are lifelong friends. You know the kind that you don't see for a while, but when you do, you pick up right where you left off? Like no time has passed? My college friends are like that. I love them so much! Look at this amazing group!! And we were missing some, too. (Love you, Ronda and Rachel!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITc6QshCDzg/TolOdbjGR2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/C2K5EdFwP1k/s400/311303_2374998169989_1101622214_2859633_709076167_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659140674285881186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've committed to getting together more often...we want our kids to grow up knowing each other.  They had so much fun playing together. Made my heart so happy.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MkPtdVJn6HQ/TolOlfOTWRI/AAAAAAAAAgE/OFALmiQPLFI/s400/313957_2374993929883_1101622214_2859621_306023026_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659140812711352594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-1542185148428003765?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1542185148428003765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifelong-friends-and-special-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1542185148428003765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1542185148428003765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifelong-friends-and-special-memories.html' title='Lifelong Friends and Special Memories'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITc6QshCDzg/TolOdbjGR2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/C2K5EdFwP1k/s72-c/311303_2374998169989_1101622214_2859633_709076167_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3107402941666167317</id><published>2011-09-30T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:38:48.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Happy Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We found a delicious East African restaurant very near our house. Though the food was technically Kenyan, there was enough crossover that I had one happy little girl! And I was one happy mama with my cup of African tea...how I miss that!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvkQTq-JPnk/ToZg6v_dwyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/0juTNZy2Boo/s400/DSCN7793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658316544268944162" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HB-I-wlDFmg/ToZe19cTbiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KuHeDAisOJI/s1600/DSCN7797.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HB-I-wlDFmg/ToZe19cTbiI/AAAAAAAAAfs/KuHeDAisOJI/s400/DSCN7797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658314262956961314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the face of a tortured child...they brought out the food, but no plates. She had to wait and it was painful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxmLwmPA0C0/ToZee30lVpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/F4kRqTllhX8/s1600/DSCN7801.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxmLwmPA0C0/ToZee30lVpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/F4kRqTllhX8/s400/DSCN7801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658313866311194258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So thankful for special friends who love exposing their kids to new cultures! Robyn and I have been friends since college. The kids had a blast together. The adults did, too, by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vx1KMuqKwv0/ToZeP7BoylI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eRh6Y-1Y6fo/s1600/DSCN7805.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: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vx1KMuqKwv0/ToZeP7BoylI/AAAAAAAAAfc/eRh6Y-1Y6fo/s400/DSCN7805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658313609473215058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-3107402941666167317?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3107402941666167317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-happy-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3107402941666167317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3107402941666167317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-happy-girl.html' title='One Happy Girl!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NvkQTq-JPnk/ToZg6v_dwyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/0juTNZy2Boo/s72-c/DSCN7793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2371856159661843341</id><published>2011-09-21T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:25:39.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dorie's second season of soccer has begun. She absolutely loves it! We are so thankful that she has many of the same teammates from her spring team.  They are a welcoming, sweet bunch of families.  Dorie really loves the girls and I really enjoy hanging out with the other moms so we are both happy.  There is even another little girl who is adopted, which Dorie thinks is just so great!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently Dorie is a naturally gifted athlete...it's a sweet thing to have other parents approach me to comment on how well she plays. I've even had one parent offer to personally coach her in track and field!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say I love soccer season. I am one proud mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here they are (can't miss them, really)... the Glow Kix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hcyxq8hFWc/TnrFSSGlecI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BuOhABM-0kg/s400/glow%2Bkix%2Bteam%2Bpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655049200004856258" /&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/3515688047579369051-2371856159661843341?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2371856159661843341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/09/soccer-season.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2371856159661843341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2371856159661843341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/09/soccer-season.html' title='Soccer Season'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hcyxq8hFWc/TnrFSSGlecI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BuOhABM-0kg/s72-c/glow%2Bkix%2Bteam%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-33898246796046927</id><published>2011-08-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:09:29.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone still here?????</title><content type='html'>I have been plagued by computer problems the past few months. My laptop screen died, so I bought a new desktop. Within a few weeks I was having problems with it. My sweet friend Karalyn loaned me her old laptop (I have been taking some online classes to be "highly qualified" to teach 6th grade math in September). Well, the power cord snapped in half. So I ordered a new one. It came quickly, but then &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; screen died. Seriously. Now my desktop is being sent back to the manufacturer for some repairs. I love when things break and they are still under warranty...it rarely happens for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a lot to say and a lot of photos to post. Hopefully someone is still around to read it. I know Sarah will be...she just bugged me on Sunday and told me I'd better post something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sarah (and anyone else who is still listening), give me a couple of weeks and my desktop should be back home. Then I promise to post photos and updates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-33898246796046927?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/33898246796046927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/08/anyone-still-here.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/33898246796046927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/33898246796046927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/08/anyone-still-here.html' title='Anyone still here?????'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1584172222448354217</id><published>2011-05-28T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T08:41:08.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though we live so close to the beach, I have never taken Dorie. I'm not sure why...I guess the thought of sand in her hair just sounds miserable to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612161707304306658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pp6G3kCUSoE/TeJnVpnsR-I/AAAAAAAAAfI/TiWkSoMAbYo/s400/P1000656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, on a whim, we drove down there for lunch. We went to Ruby's Diner on the Huntington Beach pier and then walked down to the water to get our feet wet. We didn't bring suits or anything...it was supposed to be overcast and cool. I forgot that we live in sunny southern California. The day was gorgeous! Needless to say, Dorie didn't exactly stay dry. She loved it! We just laughed and laughed. It was such a fun day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612158702345874018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBvsvkTMdwc/TeJkmvRxamI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KCo6_X5X1CU/s400/P1000660.JPG" /&gt;The water was cold! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The waves were a little intimidating, too! I can't figure out how to upload the video, but here's a link...I love her giggles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CpWbKtDQas"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CpWbKtDQas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-1584172222448354217?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1584172222448354217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/05/beach-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1584172222448354217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1584172222448354217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/05/beach-day.html' title='Beach Day!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pp6G3kCUSoE/TeJnVpnsR-I/AAAAAAAAAfI/TiWkSoMAbYo/s72-c/P1000656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6173201019248978339</id><published>2011-05-17T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:49:26.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcjuDlOmbtc/TdKldk86glI/AAAAAAAAAew/lCkdHFpHF5o/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607726413583647314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcjuDlOmbtc/TdKldk86glI/AAAAAAAAAew/lCkdHFpHF5o/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dorie is really developing a sense of humor. We were riding bikes in the park the other day. It was really windy, so she started singing "Dum-da-dah-da-dah-dum...Dum-da-dah-da-dah-dum..." like the scene from the Wizard of Oz where the witch is riding her bike in the twister. Then last night while getting ready for bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dorie: Oh, I have a headache. It must be all that sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me: Sugar?! What sugar?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dorie: You...My Sugarbaby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez. Total cheeseball. That's my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-6173201019248978339?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6173201019248978339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/05/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6173201019248978339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6173201019248978339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/05/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TcjuDlOmbtc/TdKldk86glI/AAAAAAAAAew/lCkdHFpHF5o/s72-c/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6762027842299127229</id><published>2011-05-03T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T21:11:52.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorie's First Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry for being late with this post! I only have a few shots, since BOTH of my cameras did not have fully charged batteries. Geez. When I was just the auntie I always had my camera and it was always fully charged. Not so much now that I'm a mom. What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, Easter festivities officially started on Saturday with a combo egg dying and birthday party for cousin Maleah. It was Dorie's first time coloring eggs and she was so excited! She and Maleah were the last ones at the table...in it until the bitter end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602706110953222034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FjnqkT7WI8/TcDPhgRG75I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TxNdukLbgI8/s400/a%2Beggs2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Very detail oriented! Dorie and cousin Makaela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CZej69N2ls/TcDPd8DXq9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/VRTKOKRBGMc/s1600/a%2Beggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602706049692314578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CZej69N2ls/TcDPd8DXq9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/VRTKOKRBGMc/s400/a%2Beggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coloring eggs, Maleah and Dorie went with cousin Lily, Auntie Heather (Lily and Maleah's mom), Jaja Nana, and me for pedicures. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tACY2ukfLFA/TcDPY3e5vKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-u6ePM4LcZM/s1600/a%2Bpedi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602705962566270114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tACY2ukfLFA/TcDPY3e5vKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-u6ePM4LcZM/s400/a%2Bpedi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet girl all decked out for Easter! I'm bummed the pretty pink-ness of her dress didn't show up in any of the pictures. Trust me, it was precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pmz6wR5pJGQ/TcDPGZELzyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WthiZBDnBJ0/s1600/a%2BDorie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602705645163499298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pmz6wR5pJGQ/TcDPGZELzyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WthiZBDnBJ0/s400/a%2BDorie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie's Ugandan Easter basket. We had this especially made for her from one of the ladies at the local Friday market in Uganda. When we ordered it, Dorie had no clue what it was for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLyNYYbKyFE/TcDO6FYHpbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/wlRMJf3VTPg/s1600/a%2Bbasket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602705433719973298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLyNYYbKyFE/TcDO6FYHpbI/AAAAAAAAAeI/wlRMJf3VTPg/s400/a%2Bbasket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on Easter, everyone has to be on the trampoline. Watch out for Uncle Mead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUBj95UNfH4/TcDOz1iFznI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Pp0-2KaX1F4/s1600/a%2BUncle%2BMead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602705326387613298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUBj95UNfH4/TcDOz1iFznI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Pp0-2KaX1F4/s400/a%2BUncle%2BMead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shots are almost impossible...and Dorie was not helping much...well, she was trying to help get the little ones to smile, and she succeeded here. Too bad she didn't get her head up fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ_IZkHqv40/TcDOuZahA2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/zsd0df_e0AI/s1600/a%2Bgroup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602705232940303202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ_IZkHqv40/TcDOuZahA2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/zsd0df_e0AI/s400/a%2Bgroup2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good shot of everyone except Dorie! Goof ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oX3mhNVUKJM/TcDOpbo57yI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XoSexqZX-yU/s1600/a%2Bgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602705147638181666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oX3mhNVUKJM/TcDOpbo57yI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XoSexqZX-yU/s400/a%2Bgroup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQzLdPzcjcc/TcDOZLmY6tI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gRh00t1oig0/s1600/a%2Bgroup3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602704868454755026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQzLdPzcjcc/TcDOZLmY6tI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gRh00t1oig0/s400/a%2Bgroup3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Easter, Sweet Baby Girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_GNOb6rsrI/TcDL3H5T07I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2KvDrs4I2N4/s1600/Dorie%2B%2526%2BMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602702084321563570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_GNOb6rsrI/TcDL3H5T07I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2KvDrs4I2N4/s400/Dorie%2B%2526%2BMom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/3515688047579369051-6762027842299127229?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6762027842299127229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/05/dories-first-easter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6762027842299127229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6762027842299127229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/05/dories-first-easter.html' title='Dorie&apos;s First Easter'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FjnqkT7WI8/TcDPhgRG75I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TxNdukLbgI8/s72-c/a%2Beggs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2768660554190318973</id><published>2011-04-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:28:21.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea for Two</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Dorie and I went on an adventure with some other women and their children. Dorie has been asking to go on a train ride, so we rode down to San Juan Capistrano. It was an absolutely perfect day. I had kept the whole day a secret, so it was great fun watching the surprises unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594577329371596754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XmG7UKuI3pA/TaPucJGlx9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/GCcknEGOJTk/s400/P1000581.JPG" /&gt;First train ride...with new friend Juliana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39mzquSX6O8/TaPt8Oq7X4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/eCZ8anrPoe0/s1600/P1000582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594576781110370178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39mzquSX6O8/TaPt8Oq7X4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/eCZ8anrPoe0/s400/P1000582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in San Juan Capistrano and made our way to the Los Rios Tea House, where I'd made reservations for "tea for two." The rest of the group decided to join us...uh, make that tea for 15! How fun is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tea house had pretty hats for the girls to wear. Dorie was so excited. Julie only wore hers for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO_F_9f9570/TaPtoP6aF_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/OKsg4su6LfE/s1600/P1000588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594576437846349810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO_F_9f9570/TaPtoP6aF_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/OKsg4su6LfE/s400/P1000588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea and scones are served....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Qa0kgO0XhA/TaPtUdWnIEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7AIWKLe2pao/s1600/P1000589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594576097856921666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Qa0kgO0XhA/TaPtUdWnIEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7AIWKLe2pao/s400/P1000589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted on a picture with her tea. When the waiter suggested a nice, caffeine-free herbal tea, I knew it just wouldn't cut it with my Ugandan princess. She got the real stuff. Poured in the cream and sugar like a good Ugandan would. And loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TweeAnerlSY/TaPtB5VEQRI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uwrXx9GgJYo/s1600/P1000591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594575778949120274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TweeAnerlSY/TaPtB5VEQRI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uwrXx9GgJYo/s400/P1000591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overjoyed for her tea party! The tea house actually had a child's tea...pb&amp;amp;j finger sandwiches and fruit! Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hb_ERbihWo/TaPsXd352JI/AAAAAAAAAcw/2FfPFxn7Z-Q/s1600/P1000592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594575050024540306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hb_ERbihWo/TaPsXd352JI/AAAAAAAAAcw/2FfPFxn7Z-Q/s400/P1000592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh...someone got ahold of the camera when mama wasn't looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBHJ28RQuko/TaPr9ZGz6iI/AAAAAAAAAco/jAy08Fcixyk/s1600/P1000596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594574602068290082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBHJ28RQuko/TaPr9ZGz6iI/AAAAAAAAAco/jAy08Fcixyk/s400/P1000596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tea we walked across the street to this sweet nursery. Dorie wanted to buy some flowers to plant in our yard. When she very politely asked the price, the woman said she wanted to give both girls one for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Su3ezFyobIw/TaPqrkpccDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/suneOwdSbvE/s1600/P1000597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594573196417069106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Su3ezFyobIw/TaPqrkpccDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/suneOwdSbvE/s400/P1000597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do the goofy stuff sometimes...and yes, she asked to be the boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cSxa-0PnVA/TaPqG26pTGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CODv00SdBy4/s1600/P1000603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594572565665893474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cSxa-0PnVA/TaPqG26pTGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CODv00SdBy4/s400/P1000603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grounds at the San Juan Capistrano Mission are absolutely spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_vGnhM2pfg/TaPpryovAjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/urAi_LMRSdo/s1600/P1000604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594572100660560434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_vGnhM2pfg/TaPpryovAjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/urAi_LMRSdo/s400/P1000604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All tuckered out on the way home...she missed most of it! What a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWDHnRJQL0k/TaPpMXcVcEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/P_7XRHyy6OY/s1600/P1000608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594571560784851010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iWDHnRJQL0k/TaPpMXcVcEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/P_7XRHyy6OY/s400/P1000608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/3515688047579369051-2768660554190318973?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2768660554190318973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/04/tea-for-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2768660554190318973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2768660554190318973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/04/tea-for-two.html' title='Tea for Two'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XmG7UKuI3pA/TaPucJGlx9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/GCcknEGOJTk/s72-c/P1000581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-5004459947310895549</id><published>2011-04-03T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:16:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2nL5VfrXvM/TZlT0vbLiUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2zg8ci_bdBo/s1600/disneydorie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591592577905953090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2nL5VfrXvM/TZlT0vbLiUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2zg8ci_bdBo/s400/disneydorie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie: Mom, what did the wise men bring to Baby Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie: Oh. Which one of those means "diapers"?&lt;/div&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-5004459947310895549?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/5004459947310895549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/04/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5004459947310895549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5004459947310895549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/04/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o2nL5VfrXvM/TZlT0vbLiUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2zg8ci_bdBo/s72-c/disneydorie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-5377817666682515131</id><published>2011-03-14T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:04:39.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>So tonight, amidst my busy-ness from coming off a full day at work and trying to get dinner ready, I nearly missed a precious moment with Dorie. She &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanted to have a tea party...I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't. I almost told her no. But the Lord prompted me and gave me the strength to say yes. At first I told her we'd just have juice. I could see the disappointment on her face, so I went ahead and made a small bit of tea. She filled up her tiny sugar bowl. She asked me for some milk for the pitcher. And maybe a treat? (Before dinner??? But I pulled out two Oreo cookies). As we sat drinking our tea, our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie: Mommy, would you like some more tea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh, yes, please. It's delicious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie: Thank you! While we're drinking our tea, let's write about what we like best about our tea party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584198375087709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usNEUm_F3OU/TX8O1fZqm8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uNtVWy9mPVA/s400/P1000577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I love being with my mommy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you believe I almost passed that up??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-5377817666682515131?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/5377817666682515131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/03/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5377817666682515131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5377817666682515131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/03/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-usNEUm_F3OU/TX8O1fZqm8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uNtVWy9mPVA/s72-c/P1000577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-4283342653687147664</id><published>2011-03-08T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T09:40:05.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession and Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>I have a confession. Kind of embarrassing, actually. You know how I was waiting to see who was visitor number 20,000? Well, I knew it was getting close, so I jumped over to check and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me. I was number 20,000. Duh. How embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard from 19,999 or 20,001, so the t-shirt will go to my sweet friend Yvana (#20,002)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to throw something fun:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, Dorie climbed up on my lap. She gave me a hug and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: For what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie&lt;/strong&gt;: For everything. For my bed, and my room, and all my toys, and for making me dinner. And mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank you for adopting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-4283342653687147664?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4283342653687147664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/03/confession-and-heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4283342653687147664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4283342653687147664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/03/confession-and-heard-at-my-house.html' title='Confession and Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8363372741797696058</id><published>2011-02-22T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:03:38.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my counter is quickly approaching 20,000 hits! If you are the lucky #20,000 and you leave a comment I will send you one of our t-shirts! You may want to take a photo of the screen so you can prove you won in case multiple people claim it. (Are there blog cheaters out there???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576776620676194914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5ODL6-_jcI/TWSwyhsbomI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ijqlga83Lp4/s400/P1000541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just for fun...here is a photo of Dorie chowing down on our "One Year Dorie and Mommy" cake the other day. Um, found out a little too late that the gel "frosting" I used to write the words was actually gel &lt;em&gt;food coloring&lt;/em&gt;. Straight from the tube. Oh, yeah. Dorie's mouth was blue for quite some time. At least we got a good giggle out of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8363372741797696058?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8363372741797696058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/02/20000.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8363372741797696058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8363372741797696058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/02/20000.html' title='20,000'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5ODL6-_jcI/TWSwyhsbomI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ijqlga83Lp4/s72-c/P1000541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-5184155113647085965</id><published>2011-02-17T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:50:31.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>I held my Sweet Baby Girl in my arms for the first time...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DO6teQMtSyw/TV35oPBqSvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pMDFA8Rr81k/s1600/hug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574886383378123506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DO6teQMtSyw/TV35oPBqSvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pMDFA8Rr81k/s400/hug.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                        &lt;em&gt;February 17, 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I told her that I can't really remember my life without her. I am so thankful that the Lord has entrusted me with this most amazing gift. I love you, Sweet Baby Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8aiWsX7Xxc/TV35bao4-EI/AAAAAAAAAao/U4Bqlec-AfM/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574886163157153858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8aiWsX7Xxc/TV35bao4-EI/AAAAAAAAAao/U4Bqlec-AfM/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vh1WggBi4Q/TV35C2ZE3JI/AAAAAAAAAag/YS6cYf2uVEw/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B701.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-5184155113647085965?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/5184155113647085965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-year-ago-today.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5184155113647085965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5184155113647085965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One Year Ago Today...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DO6teQMtSyw/TV35oPBqSvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/pMDFA8Rr81k/s72-c/hug.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-132440123605708655</id><published>2011-02-03T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:54:45.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!!!</title><content type='html'>Dorie's 6th birthday was her really her first....she had never had anyone even acknowledge her birthday before, let alone give her a party with cake, games, and gifts!  So, oh my, how we celebrated! This little girl knew exactly what she wanted for her big day!  We had her party a few days before her actual birthday. Gotta love weeklong celebrations!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569705429086699202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuRlARG_sI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/S4nptJ7ghlM/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She designed her own cake...just for herself! Everyone else got cupcakes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuRRBCx5jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QB57Avv-55Q/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569705085697648178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuRRBCx5jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QB57Avv-55Q/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it had to be a Dora party for my Dorie! All the kids made backpacks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuQ5lFiB3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fOKKBVQC0Tg/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569704683056007026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuQ5lFiB3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/fOKKBVQC0Tg/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and jumped on the trampoline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuQMyrrV7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KTPi49hk1Bg/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569703913611548594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuQMyrrV7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/KTPi49hk1Bg/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hit the pinata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuP5nh9W6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/T4cjAmfLrNo/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569703584200481698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuP5nh9W6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/T4cjAmfLrNo/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...opened presents...how exciting...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuPpYvsaDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yXrA4ic3Lvc/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569703305353652274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuPpYvsaDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yXrA4ic3Lvc/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that Dorie invited her younger cousins to help her open her gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuPWXa8XmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/p3ZN054wKDU/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569702978580668002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuPWXa8XmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/p3ZN054wKDU/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time this little girl had anyone sing "Happy birthday, dear DORIE!"  She was so excited, she sang right along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuOf5QTPoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yeo6-fRhpE0/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569702042770030210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuOf5QTPoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yeo6-fRhpE0/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving being loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuODUUS95I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4GLWn-Lntms/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569701551818340242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuODUUS95I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4GLWn-Lntms/s400/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuMwUpkU_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/JUedPcUrmcE/s1600/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear%2B212.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-132440123605708655?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/132440123605708655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-girl.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/132440123605708655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/132440123605708655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!!!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TUuRlARG_sI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/S4nptJ7ghlM/s72-c/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7682953259193876856</id><published>2010-12-26T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:52:33.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my baby's first Christmas. We both loved every minute...&lt;br /&gt;She was an angel in the church Christmas program...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfO0nknepI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZB5xb1cLbD4/s1600/DecAngel3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555136068755880594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfO0nknepI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZB5xb1cLbD4/s400/DecAngel3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve at Uncle Chad &amp;amp; Auntie Heather's. Nana's tradition: Bingo for all the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfOsa8YZ0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/JzNIHFN1PgE/s1600/DecBingo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555135927926941506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfOsa8YZ0I/AAAAAAAAAY0/JzNIHFN1PgE/s400/DecBingo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to play Bingo with Mommy's help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfOJEfNSVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsuNl6rbYUE/s1600/DecBingo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555135320603576658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfOJEfNSVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsuNl6rbYUE/s400/DecBingo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINNER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfN7RjI_wI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3ane98Gjh_I/s1600/DecBingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555135083591565058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfN7RjI_wI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3ane98Gjh_I/s400/DecBingo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferred cuddling with Papa rather than opening a present...what??? Yep. But she finally decided to join the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfN1MsnwLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0jRLcJRU-ZU/s1600/DecEve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555134979209937074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfN1MsnwLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0jRLcJRU-ZU/s400/DecEve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning....just the two of us. We opened our stockings (Dorie even gave me the receipts for the items she put in mine!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfNsUmk3TI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5LisgcWXtSY/s1600/DecStocking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555134826713242930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfNsUmk3TI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5LisgcWXtSY/s400/DecStocking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfNkWyuoFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JaAH5OSiY-4/s1600/DecCousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555134689862131794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfNkWyuoFI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JaAH5OSiY-4/s400/DecCousins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All dolled up...my sweet baby girl! You are my best Christmas present EVER!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfMc7aObLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/z4lRrsBjSMc/s1600/DecChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555133462740888754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfMc7aObLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/z4lRrsBjSMc/s400/DecChristmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7682953259193876856?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7682953259193876856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/12/babys-first-christmas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7682953259193876856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7682953259193876856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/12/babys-first-christmas.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TRfO0nknepI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZB5xb1cLbD4/s72-c/DecAngel3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-437867569525814641</id><published>2010-11-28T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:04:21.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544660109846717778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TPKW_jexJVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-JzCS17NGTU/s400/November%2B2010%2BThanksgiving%2B013a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie: Mom, I know what "cousins" means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie: "Cousins" means "the friends you love the most."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544662186156218674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TPKY4aVh2TI/AAAAAAAAAX4/8PVjTSzvocQ/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544661673762628882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TPKYalhYJRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/DumIT6MI2RY/s400/November%2B2010%2BThanksgiving%2B003a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544660770134834226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TPKXl_PuPDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/JnBeE1G6FyA/s400/TessasBirthday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544661375451269570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TPKYJOOaCcI/AAAAAAAAAXg/g-zVLxslJ1o/s400/November%2B2010%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544660367807942146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TPKXOkdhDgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SQm0s8LjCR4/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B010.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-437867569525814641?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/437867569525814641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/heard-at-my-house_28.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/437867569525814641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/437867569525814641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/heard-at-my-house_28.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TPKW_jexJVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-JzCS17NGTU/s72-c/November%2B2010%2BThanksgiving%2B013a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3218249136386083042</id><published>2010-11-15T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:23:02.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE the letter E!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And today, I got to see lots of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TOIFckp2MMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/knZAH_BrY6U/s1600/November%2B2010%2B047a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539996480052801730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TOIFckp2MMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/knZAH_BrY6U/s400/November%2B2010%2B047a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 62px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539997066438285538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TOIF-tHCmOI/AAAAAAAAAWo/dN1KLNRvQSg/s400/November%2B2010%2B047b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie's report card was full of E's (as in "Excellent")!! She even got a Pass for Spanish! Her teacher said so many wonderful things about her. I was thrilled to hear how well she is doing academically. To know that she is not being held back by her limited English proficiency just made my heart soar. To hear that she is compassionate and polite and obedient got me a little choked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539998092430284802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TOIG6bOmGAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YxqevhUzGkE/s400/November%2B2010%2B037a.jpg" /&gt;My heart is full today. I am one proud mama!&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/3515688047579369051-3218249136386083042?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3218249136386083042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-letter-e.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3218249136386083042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3218249136386083042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-letter-e.html' title='I LOVE the letter E!!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TOIFckp2MMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/knZAH_BrY6U/s72-c/November%2B2010%2B047a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-803916807917303605</id><published>2010-11-15T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:00:14.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really a mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I'm feeling like a real mom. Not that I don't feel like a mom on most days, but there are certain events that make you feel truly legitimate. Today is one. I get to go to my first teacher-parent conference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539837770206416914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TOF1GcZyEBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SGuTLNBVFvk/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;I've been on the "teacher" side so many times...but I've never been on the "parent" side. I'm excited. Like really excited. Kinda feels like Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-803916807917303605?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/803916807917303605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-really-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/803916807917303605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/803916807917303605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-really-mom.html' title='I&apos;m really a mom...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TOF1GcZyEBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SGuTLNBVFvk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3178562656320913086</id><published>2010-11-09T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:49:54.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Call...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540669378465531954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TORpcalSiDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/r0s7S047NPY/s400/Tshirt%2BDesignfinal.png" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;We are in process to finalize Dorie's adoption here in the U.S. and it would sure help to sell a few more shirts. Plus, they're so cute...&lt;em&gt;especially now that I know who that little girl is&lt;/em&gt;! Could make a great Christmas gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;$15 per shirt if hand-delivered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;+$5 if shipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Last day to take orders will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Friday, December 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Guaranteed for Christmas if you order by Friday, November 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540669645228352178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TORpr8WgIrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Id2XpFyQjVc/s400/Adoption%2BGarage%2BSale%2B5-29-09-72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The most popular color choices are light pink or gray, but other colors are available too. Just email me if you have a particular color in mind. All women's sizes available...I'm looking into children's sizes, too.&lt;/span&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/3515688047579369051-3178562656320913086?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3178562656320913086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3178562656320913086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3178562656320913086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-call.html' title='Last Call...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TORpcalSiDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/r0s7S047NPY/s72-c/Tshirt%2BDesignfinal.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6954530561139050913</id><published>2010-11-03T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:18:54.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>After school on Monday... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie&lt;/strong&gt;: Mom, you have to vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I have to &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie&lt;/strong&gt;: Vomit. You have to, Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't know what you're talking about, Dorie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie&lt;/strong&gt;: At my school they tell me to tell my mom to vomit on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Um...I think you mean I'm supposed to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a sidenote: After California's results, I &lt;strong&gt;wanted&lt;/strong&gt; to vomit. Maybe my sweet girl has the gift of prophesy???&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535557846256006562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TNJAiFO3NaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0LSyMPFYM_A/s400/Fall+2010+011a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3515688047579369051-6954530561139050913?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6954530561139050913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6954530561139050913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6954530561139050913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/11/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TNJAiFO3NaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0LSyMPFYM_A/s72-c/Fall+2010+011a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1639478574727644177</id><published>2010-10-30T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:06:20.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>Tonight we had some friends over. After a yummy dinner (I didn't make it so I can say that), I offered a yummy dessert (okay, so I made &lt;em&gt;that...&lt;/em&gt;but everyone else said it was yummy so I can say it, too). After a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend: Hey, Melissa...may I snake some of that dessert?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie: We don't have snakes at our house.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533746959719430418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TMvRinL5eRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CGVAWu5WXZs/s400/Fall+2010+009a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-1639478574727644177?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1639478574727644177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/10/heard-at-my-house_30.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1639478574727644177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1639478574727644177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/10/heard-at-my-house_30.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TMvRinL5eRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CGVAWu5WXZs/s72-c/Fall+2010+009a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-23458302778738049</id><published>2010-10-18T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:56:12.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>Dorie's prayer tonight:&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I praise You for my new family. They love me and I love them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-23458302778738049?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/23458302778738049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/10/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/23458302778738049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/23458302778738049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/10/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8915839275029369946</id><published>2010-09-04T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:43:25.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It YOU???</title><content type='html'>If you have read my blog from the beginning, you know that I found my sweet baby girl through a blog posting and an email. I am eternally grateful to my dear friends who spread the word about my D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my attorneys in Uganda contacted me about a little boy in Uganda who needed a family.  Within a couple of days I had found 3 families who were interested, and one of those has decided that he is their son! I am so blessed to have been a part of helping that sweet treasure find his forever family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I received another email from my attorneys. They have discovered a 3 year old little boy who desperately needs to be adopted. I saw his picture. He is precious. Could you be his forever family? If you think you might be, please contact me at: &lt;a href="mailto:ugandamom@yahoo.com"&gt;ugandamom@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8915839275029369946?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8915839275029369946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-it-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8915839275029369946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8915839275029369946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-it-you.html' title='Is It YOU???'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-4698899774221966850</id><published>2010-09-01T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:19:43.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School &amp; Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>Dorie started Kindergarten this week. She absolutely loves school and loves her teacher! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512007022058748306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TH6VLsVFOZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0kABgGZVbuk/s400/Tanner+%26+School+022a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512008048044098066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TH6WHabDQhI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_56yCs2TagU/s400/Tanner+%26+School+033a.jpg" /&gt;While everything seems to be going really well, yesterday she came home quite confused. Our conversation went like this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorie:&lt;/em&gt; Mom, Mrs. E is no my teacher anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorie:&lt;/em&gt; Mrs. E say she is no my teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then who is your teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorie:&lt;/em&gt; I don't know. I want Mrs. E be my teacher, but she say no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Dorie, I think you did not understand something. Tell me what Mrs. E said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorie&lt;/em&gt;: She say, "I am no 'Teacher,' you call me Mrs. E."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-4698899774221966850?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4698899774221966850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school-heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4698899774221966850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4698899774221966850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school-heard-at-my-house.html' title='First Day of School &amp; Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TH6VLsVFOZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0kABgGZVbuk/s72-c/Tanner+%26+School+022a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-31740107826281612</id><published>2010-08-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:07:23.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many people think that, in adopting an older child, you miss out on so many "firsts." I get the point, but I have to disagree. But that's a post for another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night, Dorie went to her first Professional Bull Riding event. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511450247682045794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THyazKJTt2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/e-RF4d1OM0A/s400/Tanner+%26+School+024.jpg" /&gt;We went with her cousins, Garrett and Maleah, as well as some other friends. I found out my sweet baby girl is a cowgirl like her mama!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511451387317296082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THyb1fnhm9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/un85PQr707o/s400/pbr.jpg" /&gt;If you've never been to a Professional Bull Riding event, you are seriously deprived. Dorie loved the loud music, lights, fireworks, and especially the bull riding!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511450715847927554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THybOaMwJwI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bum3udO3GxE/s400/Tanner+%26+School+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-31740107826281612?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/31740107826281612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/08/firsts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/31740107826281612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/31740107826281612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/08/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THyazKJTt2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/e-RF4d1OM0A/s72-c/Tanner+%26+School+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3010313886191797544</id><published>2010-08-24T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:34:11.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Notes</title><content type='html'>I remember the days when my parents would leave sweet notes in my lunchbox. I LOVED getting those little notes! So the other day I left a note on Dorie's bathroom mirror...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THS4Zqn84GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/c1lKCL8vSrU/s1600/Summer+2010+003A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509230995259056226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THS4Zqn84GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/c1lKCL8vSrU/s400/Summer+2010+003A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard her gasp when she went in to brush her teeth, and then she asked me what it said. I told her, then heard rummaging around and I knew she was up to something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THS4TpYloLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Kq43Sh4oKP8/s1600/Summer+2010+002A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THS4KmPowmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/U4iYARuLi6c/s1600/Summer+2010+002A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509230736385294946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THS4KmPowmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/U4iYARuLi6c/s400/Summer+2010+002A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is that not the BEST note ever???&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/3515688047579369051-3010313886191797544?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3010313886191797544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-notes.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3010313886191797544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3010313886191797544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-notes.html' title='Love Notes'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/THS4Zqn84GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/c1lKCL8vSrU/s72-c/Summer+2010+003A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-461263309883180565</id><published>2010-08-20T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:17:13.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday we celebrated our Six Month Anniversary! Six months ago, I finally held my sweet baby girl in my arms! She is growing and changing every day and I am one proud mama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw her photo, she looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507386350699308834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TG4qtOJEZyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/06yS_wE8DiA/s400/DoreenNamutebi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507385618835724050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TG4qCnvMVxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Vnp3omuuj-w/s400/s41638cb115683_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-461263309883180565?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/461263309883180565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/08/6-months.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/461263309883180565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/461263309883180565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/08/6-months.html' title='6 Months!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TG4qtOJEZyI/AAAAAAAAAUc/06yS_wE8DiA/s72-c/DoreenNamutebi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8001196195365263076</id><published>2010-08-05T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:29:44.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun moments caught on camera</title><content type='html'>Chef Dorie! (and she thinks she may want to be a real chef someday)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFureRUUwZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3iee-MhD5p4/s1600/chef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502179906296267154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFureRUUwZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3iee-MhD5p4/s400/chef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely tuckered out!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502179573825307922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFurK6xEhRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lb3wtsLYc8s/s400/Summer+2010+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie prayed, "...and thank You for us have dinner with a dog..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502177433156899346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFupOUJ80hI/AAAAAAAAAT0/41JuJUDpb8A/s400/Summer+2010+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my personal favorite (thank you for capturing this moment, Wendy!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; thought it was funny....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502178003504112930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFupvg3UpSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pn5vCK-pWRU/s400/horses1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8001196195365263076?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8001196195365263076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-moments-caught-on-camera.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8001196195365263076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8001196195365263076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-moments-caught-on-camera.html' title='Fun moments caught on camera'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFureRUUwZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3iee-MhD5p4/s72-c/chef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6240264753147675522</id><published>2010-07-28T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:36:42.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' and Groovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499126906075846610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDSyRNxl9I/AAAAAAAAATk/buN29GU7gh8/s400/P1000028.JPG" /&gt; We have such a fun time at Disneyland...it is a blessing to be so close and have annual passes! When relatives come in to town, we get to go, too!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we FINALLY saw some of the characters that D has been dying to meet. Happy girl! She loved Mickey...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499126587601696066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDSfuzntUI/AAAAAAAAATc/42MW0ghlk-M/s400/Mickey.JPG" /&gt;and Pooh...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499126238059973202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDSLYqYSlI/AAAAAAAAATU/jwp0c0WyDF0/s400/Pooh.JPG" /&gt;but she loved Pluto best of all!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499127965418503426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDTv7kvvQI/AAAAAAAAATs/y8UKgLlmcLo/s400/Pluto.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDRye57WAI/AAAAAAAAATM/wi5G-qifS08/s1600/P1000043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499125810239068162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDRye57WAI/AAAAAAAAATM/wi5G-qifS08/s400/P1000043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDQt7esvMI/AAAAAAAAATE/WaPfmJY6N18/s1600/P1000042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499124632498519234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDQt7esvMI/AAAAAAAAATE/WaPfmJY6N18/s400/P1000042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we watched the parade. Actually, I watched Dorie watching the parade! Didn't I tell you my girl's got some serious moves? She can't stand still with music playing...but how does a booty move like that?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sorry it's sideways...can't figure out how to rotate it without having to pay for an upgrade...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-92695c1948b7193c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92695c1948b7193c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330404407%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D661610CD6B06BDE40788660A27BA70A6153C93CA.332A15F6E39FCB8957359C30E8672BEDF6427398%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92695c1948b7193c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DscpIY4S_fYv81WRbtEz_HcroHtQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92695c1948b7193c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330404407%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D661610CD6B06BDE40788660A27BA70A6153C93CA.332A15F6E39FCB8957359C30E8672BEDF6427398%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92695c1948b7193c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DscpIY4S_fYv81WRbtEz_HcroHtQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-6240264753147675522?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6240264753147675522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/movin-and-groovin.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6240264753147675522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6240264753147675522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/movin-and-groovin.html' title='Movin&apos; and Groovin&apos;'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TFDSyRNxl9I/AAAAAAAAATk/buN29GU7gh8/s72-c/P1000028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-454862460096358267</id><published>2010-07-23T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:23:13.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>My sweet girl loves to cook...and yes, I let her help me at the stove. Come on, people! This girl has probably done more cooking in her 5 years than most young adults! She's a great little chef! And she lost another tooth. Do you see the gaping hole? So cute!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496997128227228354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TElBw4dTisI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VFEWRsSbQpo/s400/blogJune2010+163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TElBr9ZUF8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZJumwkjHHmU/s1600/blogJune2010+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496997043653318594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TElBr9ZUF8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZJumwkjHHmU/s400/blogJune2010+164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love this stepstool!! (thanks, Charity!)  And the darling apron, too! (thanks, Lisa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TElBk5X1pAI/AAAAAAAAASs/faF9FzSWLaI/s1600/blogJune2010+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496996922314302466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TElBk5X1pAI/AAAAAAAAASs/faF9FzSWLaI/s400/blogJune2010+165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back when I first bought my home I had my kitchen redone. One thing I wanted was a little bar area near the sink. I said that &lt;em&gt;someday&lt;/em&gt; my kids would sit there to do homework while I finished the dinner dishes. The other night, I saw my dream come true!&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/3515688047579369051-454862460096358267?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/454862460096358267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-little-dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/454862460096358267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/454862460096358267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-little-dream-come-true.html' title='My Little Dream Come True'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TElBw4dTisI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VFEWRsSbQpo/s72-c/blogJune2010+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2019920467445093435</id><published>2010-07-20T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:55:41.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from my FOUND Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEY3bQ08HvI/AAAAAAAAASk/YVQFiiPLkCk/s1600/June2010+120a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496141336765275890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEY3bQ08HvI/AAAAAAAAASk/YVQFiiPLkCk/s400/June2010+120a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEY2ppofoRI/AAAAAAAAASc/boS25HD_D7k/s1600/June2010+123a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496140484430504210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEY2ppofoRI/AAAAAAAAASc/boS25HD_D7k/s400/June2010+123a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that my camera has been found, I can post photos of our trip to Hume Lake! &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496139071839788418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEY1XbUn3YI/AAAAAAAAASU/ZU-nMiN442A/s400/June2010+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEY0dblg7QI/AAAAAAAAASM/4NTcC5MB70E/s1600/June2010+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496138075478224130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEY0dblg7QI/AAAAAAAAASM/4NTcC5MB70E/s400/June2010+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYz4YX2MOI/AAAAAAAAASE/9BWxSg3_vqc/s1600/June2010+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496137438960431330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYz4YX2MOI/AAAAAAAAASE/9BWxSg3_vqc/s400/June2010+100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYzm0O3LeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/e2E6ij5J_Ec/s1600/June2010+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496137137201294818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYzm0O3LeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/e2E6ij5J_Ec/s400/June2010+103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYy9oQfooI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0fwb7INVkns/s1600/June2010+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496136429612278402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYy9oQfooI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0fwb7INVkns/s400/June2010+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYytEvdnFI/AAAAAAAAARs/pSIbMcfFjUE/s1600/June2010+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496136145200585810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYytEvdnFI/AAAAAAAAARs/pSIbMcfFjUE/s400/June2010+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYyH67aHHI/AAAAAAAAARk/3jU09D52jBM/s1600/June2010+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496135506911173746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEYyH67aHHI/AAAAAAAAARk/3jU09D52jBM/s400/June2010+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2019920467445093435?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2019920467445093435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/photos-from-my-found-camera.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2019920467445093435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2019920467445093435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/photos-from-my-found-camera.html' title='Photos from my FOUND Camera'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEY3bQ08HvI/AAAAAAAAASk/YVQFiiPLkCk/s72-c/June2010+120a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8737556383283170385</id><published>2010-07-19T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:12:36.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Box Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495840714020206866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEUmAt1NuRI/AAAAAAAAARU/6ajVmwhn0WY/s400/membox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linny &lt;/a&gt;told me I had to do a &lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-about-memorial-box-mondays-aka-we.html"&gt;Memorial Box post &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click if you don't know what a Memorial &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Box &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when my cameras were found...and I have to admit I didn't think I'd be writing one. Not for lack of faith, mind you. I was just at peace with my cameras being gone.  Don't get me wrong, I &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; them back...I was just okay if God felt there was something I needed to learn by losing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's what happened. We were on a big family vacation to Hume Lake (amazing, amazing Christian camp in the middle of the Sequoia National Park). This was the vacation I had prayed and prayed that Dorie and I would be home for. It was the last night of our trip, and we went down to the lake to take family photos (kind of a tradition). I was irritated because Dorie was being silly and I wanted a good shot of the two of us together . We left the lake and went for the absolute yummiest hand-dipped milkshakes at the snack shop, and I set my camera bag down next to me. Apparently I walked away and left it there but I didn't realize it until we were home the following evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I called the lost and found, the sweet girl told me she had no cameras turned in. She even called the snack shop to check. Nothing. I was bummed. My camera and zoom lens are worth $1500, and my video camera another $350. But what really got me was the fact that I hadn't downloaded my video of my first days with Dorie. I had all the photos, but no video of her first bath, or of our memories in Uganda together. But I told the Lord it was okay. If I got my camera back I would be SO grateful, but if I didn't, that was okay, too. In this adoption journey I have come to realize that "things" just aren't important. That video footage was of no eternal value. But I was still disappointed in myself for being so careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks passed, and suddenly I had a call from the lake's lost and found. They found a camera bag that they thought was mine. They needed to verify the contents with me. Instead of asking me about my cameras and lenses, she asked if I traveled a lot. I began to tell her that all my pictures were of my daughter and me in Uganda. Then she asked if I'd possibly have a ticket for the Vatican in my bag...the funny thing is that I had been to the Vatican in 2008 on my way home from Africa. I never keep momentos like that, but for some reason I'd thrown it in a pocket of my camera bag and never threw it away. I had actually noticed it just before our trip and had planned to throw it out, but I didn't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You, Lord! You are so good to me! I am so thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My camera was delivered to my front porch this afternoon! Everything is inside! Amazing! So I pulled out that little ticket from the Vatican, and Dorie put it into our Memorial Box (the one I won from Linny's blog!)...now we will both testify to God's faithfulness in this situation for years to come!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495849973349128530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEUubrhQmVI/AAAAAAAAARc/VE7bCsmDJDI/s400/Memorial+Box+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-8737556383283170385?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8737556383283170385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/memorial-box-monday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8737556383283170385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8737556383283170385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/memorial-box-monday.html' title='Memorial Box Monday'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TEUmAt1NuRI/AAAAAAAAARU/6ajVmwhn0WY/s72-c/membox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8694798278878236363</id><published>2010-07-17T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:25:10.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>Okay, so in this case, it was heard at church and recounted to me, but I thought it was hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday School Teacher: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dorie, what a cute doll you are playing with! What is her name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Let's look on her tag. Sometimes the doll's name is printed on the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No, it doesn't say her name&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What are those words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Made in China."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh, her name is Maiden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8694798278878236363?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8694798278878236363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/heard-at-my-house_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8694798278878236363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8694798278878236363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/heard-at-my-house_17.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2554265114270113771</id><published>2010-07-16T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:16:50.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will it be???</title><content type='html'>I just noticed my counter is getting REALLY close to 10,000 hits. A very humbling thought, by the way. So if you visit my blog and notice that you are my 10,000th visitor, will you let me know who you are? Just for fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2554265114270113771?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2554265114270113771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-will-it-be.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2554265114270113771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2554265114270113771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-will-it-be.html' title='Who will it be???'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3248386349492722760</id><published>2010-07-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:57:27.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtI6eFioWI/AAAAAAAAARM/835krP7cmVg/s1600/Westmont1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493064339854369122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtI6eFioWI/AAAAAAAAARM/835krP7cmVg/s400/Westmont1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am blessed to have some pretty great friends. We met in college and have remained close throughout all these years...21 years! Wow! It's hard to believe. We've been friends for more than half our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtGa1q28dI/AAAAAAAAARE/Vsyn8SuLMxI/s1600/dorie+and+mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493061597405835730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtGa1q28dI/AAAAAAAAARE/Vsyn8SuLMxI/s400/dorie+and+mel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've rejoiced together over weddings and babies, and this time, the rejoicing was for me! Such a sweet evening. Everyone brought their families, and in lieu of a traditional shower, they just held a welcome party for Dorie. She had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtF0wjxANI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xwVYdSEOY9c/s1600/Westmont+friends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493060943198879954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtF0wjxANI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xwVYdSEOY9c/s400/Westmont+friends1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids together (minus one). SO fun to see MY child in the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtF-hjvjMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XnUBixGgTKo/s1600/Ava+and+Dorie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493061110970944706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtF-hjvjMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XnUBixGgTKo/s400/Ava+and+Dorie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New friends!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtGJdEHFPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3vNPZKY_gAI/s1600/cousins1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 331px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493061298743088370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtGJdEHFPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3vNPZKY_gAI/s400/cousins1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday at church someone gave Dorie a new book. She promptly gathered her cousins and instructed them to sit down on the floor of the cafe so she could "read" to them. They were very willing participants. I love, love, love moments like these!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and do you like Dorie's hair? My first attempt at a real style without braids. I was super proud of myself. She liked it, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-3248386349492722760?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3248386349492722760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-days.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3248386349492722760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3248386349492722760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TDtI6eFioWI/AAAAAAAAARM/835krP7cmVg/s72-c/Westmont1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-4462826157454067672</id><published>2010-07-10T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:16:33.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>Just when I think she gets it...we had a conversation yesterday about the post-placement visits for finalization of the adoption:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie&lt;/strong&gt;: Mom, I no want you adopt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorie&lt;/strong&gt;: Because I just want you be my mom forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-4462826157454067672?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4462826157454067672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4462826157454067672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4462826157454067672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3890942603765939246</id><published>2010-07-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:06:49.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>We got home from our vacation last night. It was SO wonderful! Dorie loved every minute of it. We all did. I enjoyed watching her interact with our family every day, and seeing the bond grow between them all. She is definitely fitting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also fun to see what conversations sparked with other families. D and I definitely stand out and I got to share with several families who are adoption minded. It was exciting and a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point during the week I shared with my sister about something D does that drives me crazy. My sister started laughing and said, "Gee, I wonder where she gets that?" Huh? Apparently I do the same thing. And they say adoption isn't genetic? I've got a list going of "proof" that D is my daughter. I'll have to post it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow if I can find my camera. It appears I left it at the camp in the mountains. Praying someone was honest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-3890942603765939246?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3890942603765939246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3890942603765939246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3890942603765939246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1245284363873413791</id><published>2010-06-25T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:33:48.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TCTZapXk65I/AAAAAAAAAQM/xt0w9ZMSTz0/s1600/ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486749297848675218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TCTZapXk65I/AAAAAAAAAQM/xt0w9ZMSTz0/s400/ice+cream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are adjusting to "real" life...and Dorie is doing amazingly well! I read so many books on what to expect with an older child adoption, so I really felt prepared. But she does not fit the books &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;! She has not had any of the problems I expected. I have to say that, all things considered, it has been a really easy transition. I know that it can change at any moment. But for now, I am so thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first week of summer started out rough. I had scheduled D for an appointment with her pediatrician for Monday morning. There are a lot of things I wanted to discuss with the doctor, and knowing that D will be going to kindergarten in the fall, there are quite a few health requirements. I especially wanted to get moving on the 6-9 months of treatment for her positive TB test. However, on Friday afternoon I received a letter that said we were required to go to the our local county health care agency for the TB treatment. So we rushed there before going to the pediatrician (I thought the county may require me to use my insurance rather than "free" government health care). Although everyone was very friendly and kind, it was not a fun experience. D was required to give blood to make sure she did not test positive because of the vaccine (which everyone agreed she obviously had not ever been given--so why torment my poor girl with the test???). Then I was informed that her x-rays had expired 2 weeks earlier and she had to do them over. Ugh. Lots of tears from D. We rushed from the county agency and barely made it to the pediatrician's office. And that's when the fun really began. Poor D. We are really on a time crunch because she has never received &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; immunizations and the schools require proof that kindergarteners are up-to-date before enrolling. So my brave girl managed to sit still--despite her tears--for FIVE injections. Oh, she tried to be brave! The good ole tetanus shot was given in her leg and they hit the muscle, so she has been limping around for several days. She's a trooper. And a pooper...we have been collecting stool samples for three days. So fun! We go back today for another blood draw, urinalysis, and to drop off the poop. We've actually gotten some good laughs over it. D's got a great sense of humor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TCTZ_g2PTTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qKpgVURZer0/s1600/birthday+party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486749931216522546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TCTZ_g2PTTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qKpgVURZer0/s400/birthday+party2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday was a fun day, with D getting to go to her first birthday party! Her sweet new friend Ashlyn invited D to a bounce house party. Talk about a fun time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TCTX3Mhh0AI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Sv5WqXj4j6Q/s1600/birthday+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486747589298737154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TCTX3Mhh0AI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Sv5WqXj4j6Q/s400/birthday+party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we are going to our big family vacation. We have rented a cabin at Hume Lake in the Sequoia/King's Canyon National Park and will be staying with so many cousins that Dorie will be in heaven! It's going to be wonderful.&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/3515688047579369051-1245284363873413791?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1245284363873413791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1245284363873413791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1245284363873413791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TCTZapXk65I/AAAAAAAAAQM/xt0w9ZMSTz0/s72-c/ice+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6025037002699278871</id><published>2010-06-22T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:13:14.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard at My House</title><content type='html'>While swimming with cousins in the backyard pool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Mom! Are my lips green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. Why would you ask that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Because Reesie's lips are purple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-6025037002699278871?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6025037002699278871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6025037002699278871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6025037002699278871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard at My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6104544055120344670</id><published>2010-06-20T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:57:33.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wrNsQ73I/AAAAAAAAAP8/1OtqpFK8d00/s1600/Airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485086021384204146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wrNsQ73I/AAAAAAAAAP8/1OtqpFK8d00/s400/Airport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents, sisters, nieces, and nephew welcomed us at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wmNQtKjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RvtVz0DF28g/s1600/June2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485085935369267762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wmNQtKjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RvtVz0DF28g/s400/June2010+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little girl LOVES the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wglhztQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/KvYKyOhrIDo/s1600/June2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485085838804235522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wglhztQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/KvYKyOhrIDo/s400/June2010+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wT9e7lCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pWW5d9udLA8/s1600/June2010+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485085621896320034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wT9e7lCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pWW5d9udLA8/s400/June2010+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In Jaja Nana &amp;amp; Papa's backyard pool with cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-6104544055120344670?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6104544055120344670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-photos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6104544055120344670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6104544055120344670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-photos.html' title='A few photos...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TB7wrNsQ73I/AAAAAAAAAP8/1OtqpFK8d00/s72-c/Airport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-5160562903630022507</id><published>2010-06-14T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:41:14.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment to spare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew. I knew being a mom would be a busy job, but my goodness! It has just been non-stop since we got home. I had to start work just a few days after getting home--I had been notified a while back that I was being put on Family Leave (unpaid, ugh!) and with summer coming (two more months of no paychecks), I just had to go back. It is such a blessing that my mom spent 3 weeks with us in Uganda, so Dorie has been thrilled to get to visit with her every day. I've been able to leave a little early each day, so it has been manageable for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...as soon as I get home, Dorie wants ALL of my attention. And I want to give it to her, but there are times I cannot. Like when I need to make a potato salad for my mom's birthday bash...or when I need to make Dorie's first doctor's appointment...or when I realize I left a load of wash in the machine 3 days ago and now it stinks and has to be re-washed right away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say though that Dorie is an amazing helper. She loves to do things with me. She can do dishes, fold laundry, clean up her toys, and even chop veggies (I know, I know). It's wonderful. We are a little team, and we are great together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, every little thing makes my Sweet Baby Girl cry. If I correct her in the slightest way, she bursts into tears. She is just so sensitive right now. And understandably so. I am very ready for school to be over so we can just be together all the time and I can reassure her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three days left. Woo-hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TBb1YETmI6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/wP0VQ91HPro/s1600/aHome+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 336px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482839390191756194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TBb1YETmI6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/wP0VQ91HPro/s400/aHome+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves her uncles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482839116375181122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TBb1IIQox0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/4_WcsOC9by4/s400/aHome+a044.jpg" /&gt;She loves the trampoline...especially when her cousins are there to jump with her! She could bounce all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482838758389337922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TBb0zSqKT0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/uLJs_kq2Vkc/s400/aHome+040.jpg" /&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/3515688047579369051-5160562903630022507?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/5160562903630022507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-to-spare.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5160562903630022507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5160562903630022507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/moment-to-spare.html' title='A moment to spare?'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/TBb1YETmI6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/wP0VQ91HPro/s72-c/aHome+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6296963485510454632</id><published>2010-06-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:17:16.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Home!</title><content type='html'>That's about all I can say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up this morning and made eggs and toast. We ate on the patio and I looked at Dorie and couldn't believe it. We're really home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she insisted on doing all the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely it is a dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-6296963485510454632?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6296963485510454632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-home.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6296963485510454632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6296963485510454632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re Home!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7411473956107050978</id><published>2010-06-02T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:24:42.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway Home</title><content type='html'>We made it to Amsterdam!  The girls are doing great and actually got a fair amount of sleep on the first leg of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be home today! Yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7411473956107050978?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7411473956107050978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/halfway-home.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7411473956107050978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7411473956107050978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/06/halfway-home.html' title='Halfway Home'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7622509113590075974</id><published>2010-05-31T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T08:06:17.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>We have made great friends on this journey. Some have been waiting longer than us and are still not yet going home. One of Dorie's favorite people is a 14 year old boy named Laz who is still waiting. Last night, Dorie was a little out of sorts as she went to bed. Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dorie, are you sad or just tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Because I want Laz go to America first. He is late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7622509113590075974?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7622509113590075974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/heard-at-my-house_31.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7622509113590075974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7622509113590075974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/heard-at-my-house_31.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-5207940246908444555</id><published>2010-05-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:52:35.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE GOING HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S__KkqF9u1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NXAEyD8leXk/s1600/VISA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476318403029220178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S__KkqF9u1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NXAEyD8leXk/s400/VISA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it. Dorie got her visa today. It is surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 4pm I was told the file was still being worked on in Nairobi. Today at 8:15am I received a call from the Embassy here in Kampala saying they could issue the visa &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;, and at 1pm I was holding Dorie's visa in my hand. I am beyond excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride is almost over. We're going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for the families who are still waiting. It is bittersweet to be going home while some of my friends and their children are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, God is no more faithful today than He was yesterday, last week, or even last month. He is just plain faithful all the time! I am rejoicing in Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-5207940246908444555?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/5207940246908444555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-going-home.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5207940246908444555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5207940246908444555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-going-home.html' title='WE&apos;RE GOING HOME!!!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S__KkqF9u1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/NXAEyD8leXk/s72-c/VISA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3106289214590399412</id><published>2010-05-24T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T06:03:41.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Still Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474815870718982034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S_p0BxDgN5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/0odL2DX0zGM/s400/aMay+2010+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, things are not always what we want them to be. In my life, God has allowed me to wait for the "big" things--husband, house, children... but through that waiting, He has proven His faithfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that I have been in Uganda for 14 weeks (yes, that's three and a half months!) and visas are being issued to other families but not to us, I rest in Who I KNOW my God is. I trust His character. He is Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this time, I am blessed to be able to teach my daughter some of what I have learned about God. She is watching me. She listens to things I say. She is learning more about Who God is. She is learning to trust Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we were talking with a sweet 15 year old who is staying with us while her parents fight for her in America. She was having a hard day, and I watched as Dorie stood up and spontaneously prayed over her. It was a short prayer in broken English, but I have to say, was probably the sweetest prayer I have ever heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girl is learning to love Jesus more. If that is part of what this wait is about, it is well worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I would welcome your prayers for strength to continue to wait on the Lord. I don't want to allow bitterness to creep in. I don't want to be overwhelmed with sadness. I don't want to lie awake at night worrying about what tomorrow will bring. I want to rest in the Lord's promise--and He promises that His plans for us are for good and not for evil, so I know that this wait is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474817961631184162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S_p17eT0dSI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TciUhGzvvTg/s400/aMay+2010+046.jpg" /&gt;This bracelet was my first Mother's Day gift...Dorie borrowed money from someone to buy it for me as a surprise! I don't think she even knew it was Mother's Day, but it still was special!&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/3515688047579369051-3106289214590399412?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3106289214590399412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-is-still-good.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3106289214590399412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3106289214590399412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-is-still-good.html' title='God is Still Good'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S_p0BxDgN5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/0odL2DX0zGM/s72-c/aMay+2010+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7290589248471270909</id><published>2010-05-19T01:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:52:45.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being so quiet lately. It's not for lack of wanting to post, but I haven't had much internet access the past week. Now I have to take a boda boda to an internet cafe, and it's hot and crowded...not a place for my sweet-but-oh-so-curious-and-active little one. I've left her at the guest house with the girls there, but both times when I got back she had been crying for me. Today she decided to try again (she was playing solitaire on my iPod), so I risked it and decided to take time to write a post. Hopefully I won't return to a tear-stained face this time (though I have to admit, I LOVE that she misses me that much after just one hour!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My file has officially arrived in Nairobi, and I'm praying for some good news soon. We are keeping busy in the meantime, spending time with other adoptive families and taking little outings. There's only so much to do in a guest house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday we're planning to go out to Jinja again, just for the day. We're going to pack out the car with teenagers who are being adopted but whose families have had to return home to America without them. Should be a great time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7290589248471270909?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7290589248471270909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7290589248471270909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7290589248471270909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7690065668289206460</id><published>2010-05-13T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T06:42:44.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News and a Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>My file is now in Nairobi awaiting the adjudication process...that's just a fancy term that means somebody's going to make an official decision on our visa application. The process can take 30-60 days, though we've been assured it is almost always shorter than that. Praying that is the case for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most of you know that by profession, I am a teacher for English Learners. I am finding such joy in watching Dorie's English develop so quickly! Every once in a while, though, we get these sweet moments that give me that gut-busting laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Mommy, can I have give me some juice, please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, Dorie, but hang on a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Mommy, can I have give me some juice, please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Honey, I said yes. "Hang on a minute" means "I am coming" so you need to wait, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: (sigh) But Mommy, I don't know Spanish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we've watched a few too many episodes of Dora the Explorer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7690065668289206460?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7690065668289206460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-news-and-heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7690065668289206460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7690065668289206460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-news-and-heard-at-my-house.html' title='Good News and a Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-4294731836067733783</id><published>2010-05-09T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T07:15:34.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>What a special day! Lynne and I were talking about what to do today, and I said I just wanted it to be memorable. She looked and me and said, "You're celebrating your first Mother's Day in Uganda. I think it will be memorable." She's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of my location, we were able to come up with some fun activities, too. After church, we (Lynne, her kids, Dorie, and I) went out to lunch and then went bowling. Dorie was a riot! She just jumped up and down and yelled for everyone. She loved it! Her ball rolled about 0.0001 miles per hour down the lane, but it eventually got there...and more often than not, it knocked down a handful of pins. She was ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling Lynne dropped Dorie and me off at a salon for a little mommy-daughter time. We both got manicures and pedicures, though D wasn't really sure at first why we were paying people to wash our feet. :) My favorite part is the massage, so I relaxed and closed my eyes until I heard all the staff cracking up. I looked up to see Dorie imitating me with the cheesiest look on her face. I hope I didn't look like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and Dorie wanted to jump rope. So much for the lovely nail polish on her big toe. A little bit later she came running up to me and stepped right onto my foot. So much for the lovely nail polish on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; big toe. Welcome to motherhood, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all of you who are mothers. In the past, my brother-in-law told me that it was my day, too, for all of the "mothering" I had done as a teacher and auntie. So to those who are still waiting for your little ones, Happy Mother's Day to you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-4294731836067733783?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4294731836067733783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-1st-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4294731836067733783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4294731836067733783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-1st-mothers-day.html' title='My 1st Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6261296038712185131</id><published>2010-05-05T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:50:00.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Heard at My House</title><content type='html'>Me: Doreen, when you get to America &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; is going to call you Dorie, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Okay, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Me: And then we're going to add my last name, so you will be Dorie Minnix.&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Dorie Minnix?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, is that okay with you?&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Okay, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Mom, can I watch tv for 5 minnix?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-6261296038712185131?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6261296038712185131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/heard-at-my-house_05.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6261296038712185131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6261296038712185131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/heard-at-my-house_05.html' title='Another Heard at My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1640894634066485216</id><published>2010-05-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:41:54.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>She will hate me for this one day, but I can't resist this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Mom, I want to poop!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, then, let's go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie (on the toilet): My tummy is paining me!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quiet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dorie, are you done?&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: My bum is say I want to stay on the toilet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-1640894634066485216?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1640894634066485216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1640894634066485216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1640894634066485216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/05/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1887877887540381218</id><published>2010-04-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:08:38.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>Remember how I wrote about Dorie's sweet prayers a few days ago? How she is so thankful for everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was last night's prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear Jesus, Sank you so much for paper no come for go to America..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to giggle when she said that, and then I stopped. I thought about it. Yes, I need to be thankful that we did not get our visa. God's plans are better than ours. If God let me dictate the events in my life, I'd be in a heap of trouble. I am thankful that He is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank You, Lord, that our paper no come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-1887877887540381218?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1887877887540381218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-more-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1887877887540381218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1887877887540381218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8006187195213723426</id><published>2010-04-29T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T04:27:33.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S9lsxMA6uLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dEq5qOa3ZOo/s1600/train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465519215085271218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S9lsxMA6uLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dEq5qOa3ZOo/s400/train.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For those of you who have expressed concern over my mental state, thank you. :) I am fine. My faith has not waivered in light of this recent development. If anything, my faith is strengthened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God does not guarantee an easy path in life. He just promises to be with us and to guide us along the path He has chosen for us. He is guiding me, and even though it's not so simple, I know He is with me. He can see what lies ahead, and He can see what is best for Dorie and for me. So I rest in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If we had gotten the visa yesterday, I would have been singing of His faithfulness. However, the fact that we did not get the visa makes Him no less faithful.&lt;/span&gt; One of my favorite scriptures has always been:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His mercies never come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They are new every morning;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Great is Your faithfulness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lamentations 3:22-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-8006187195213723426?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8006187195213723426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/worries.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8006187195213723426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8006187195213723426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/worries.html' title='Worries?'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S9lsxMA6uLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/dEq5qOa3ZOo/s72-c/train.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-281314406066738579</id><published>2010-04-28T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:00:36.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing Day at the Embassy</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful that my God is never surprised. That makes days like today bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our interview at the Embassy seemed to go very well, but the end result is that our file is going to be deemed "not clearly approvable" and will be sent to Nairobi for further review.  The estimate is that it will take 30-60 days for a final decision to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good and He is in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-281314406066738579?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/281314406066738579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/disappointing-day-at-embassy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/281314406066738579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/281314406066738579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/disappointing-day-at-embassy.html' title='Disappointing Day at the Embassy'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8311208660151762304</id><published>2010-04-27T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:02:39.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is THE day...our visa appointment at the Embassy. I am excited. I am nervous. I am overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for us. Our appointment is at 2:30pm here, which is 4:30am in California. I certainly don't expect you all to wake up to pray for us (though you are welcome to!), but if you could remember us in your prayers before you go to sleep, we would appreciate it greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a long day of waiting for the afternoon to roll around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8311208660151762304?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8311208660151762304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-day-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8311208660151762304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8311208660151762304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-day-tomorrow.html' title='Big Day Tomorrow'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8438672095504100064</id><published>2010-04-27T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:04:08.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinja</title><content type='html'>We had such a nice time in Jinja! We had planned to stay for one night, but were having such a great time that we decided to stay for two! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to meet up with some longtime family friends who were on a missions trip. We arrived on Saturday morning and got to spend all afternoon swimming! Dorie is getting so comfortable in the water and would swim every single day if she could. Sunday we went to church and then visited the Amani Baby Cottage. If you've been reading my blog for any time, you know I had originally applied to adopt from there. It was such a sweet time to meet everyone there, and for Dorie and I to hold tiny babies!  When we got back to our hotel, Dorie told me, "Mom, you need two girls. Me and the baby." So cute! I told her that I hoped we'd come back and find her a Ugandan sister someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we enjoyed a boat ride on Lake Victoria and at the Source of the Nile. I definitely enjoyed all the birds and butterflies, but Dorie was more interested in latching and unlatching her life vest.  We headed back to the swimming pool at our hotel, which overlooked the Nile. Wow! To top it off, they were playing familiar worship tunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful couple of days to just be "us." As we were swimming yesterday I looked at Dorie and was amazed at how far we've come. We can just be together and have so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8438672095504100064?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8438672095504100064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/jinja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8438672095504100064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8438672095504100064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/jinja.html' title='Jinja'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1478625224534451143</id><published>2010-04-27T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:53:49.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard At My House</title><content type='html'>Me: Dorie, close your eyes. You need to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: (silence)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come on, Dorie, it's late. Go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Mom, my eyes is say am no tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-1478625224534451143?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1478625224534451143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/heard-at-my-house_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1478625224534451143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1478625224534451143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/heard-at-my-house_27.html' title='Heard At My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1127029261657626974</id><published>2010-04-23T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:51:47.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S9H3rNmjrlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zifBhLySLu0/s1600/acutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463420144734940754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S9H3rNmjrlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zifBhLySLu0/s400/acutie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to hear Dorie pray. She has a raspy, deep voice. I love it. But the sweetest part is listening to what she has to say to Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't know how to pray when I first met her. So every night, I would pray. But we had a conversation a few weeks ago, and I told her that praying is just talking to Jesus. I said that she could tell Him anything. Thank Him for what He has given her. Ask Him for what she needs. Now, we both pray. And I am so blessed by her prayers. They are becoming so much more personal and I know our Savior is enthralled with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her prayers start the same every single time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear Jesus, Sank You so much. Sank you for papers coming for go to America. Sank You Jesus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That used to be the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, her prayer was long. She just sat and thanked Jesus for every single person she could think of (even herself!). She thanked him for today. She thanked Him for a million little things. And I had a realization: she doesn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for anything. She only praises Him for what He's done and what He's going to do. Notice that she is already thanking Him for her visa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how I wish I could be more like that with the Lord! I want to thank Him and to be constantly rejoicing in every gift He gives! I want to live in faith that what He has promised, He is faithful to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd love to hear how the Lord is blessing all of you...would you please post a comment and tell me one thing you thank Jesus for today??&lt;/div&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-1127029261657626974?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1127029261657626974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-prayers.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1127029261657626974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1127029261657626974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-prayers.html' title='Sweet Prayers'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S9H3rNmjrlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zifBhLySLu0/s72-c/acutie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2826506947726969244</id><published>2010-04-22T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T03:02:54.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visa Appointment!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I received the long-awaited email....we have a visa appointment for Wednesday at 2:30pm! Now I can feel nauseous for the next five days while we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited but also so nervous! Please do not stop praying for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2826506947726969244?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2826506947726969244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/visa-appointment.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2826506947726969244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2826506947726969244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/visa-appointment.html' title='Visa Appointment!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3716491833858458244</id><published>2010-04-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:34:35.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I said good news was coming soon, and I still believe it is...it just hasn't come yet. Trust that I will post as soon as I know something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie is in her final week of school before 3 weeks of "holidays." Out of 40 kids in her class, a whopping 4 showed up today! She loves school and with that ratio she's getting a lot of one-on-one attention. Tomorrow she goes for just the morning. I'm hoping it's a hot day so that I can pick her up after school and we can go for a swim. Last night in her bedtime prayers she asked God to let her go swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are headed to Jinja (the Source of the Nile) for a little getaway. The mother of one of my childhood friends is coming to Uganda on a missions trip, so we're going to go visit her. It will be a nice change of pace for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-3716491833858458244?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3716491833858458244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-i-said-good-news-was-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3716491833858458244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3716491833858458244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-i-said-good-news-was-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-95562331831187600</id><published>2010-04-18T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:33:59.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Heard At My House...and a little update</title><content type='html'>Dorie has been learning the word "obey." Yesterday she was listening to "Blessed be the Name of the Lord" on my iPod and she started belting out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: "Yes obey the Name of da Lowd; yes obey Your Name...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S8rQLliD42I/AAAAAAAAAOE/GNKZRE8uw1c/s1600/asmile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461406395612259170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S8rQLliD42I/AAAAAAAAAOE/GNKZRE8uw1c/s400/asmile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are expecting some very good news early this week. Stay tuned!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-95562331831187600?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/95562331831187600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/heard-at-my-house_18.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/95562331831187600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/95562331831187600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/heard-at-my-house_18.html' title='Another Heard At My House...and a little update'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S8rQLliD42I/AAAAAAAAAOE/GNKZRE8uw1c/s72-c/asmile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-5892844217188354050</id><published>2010-04-12T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:44:17.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard at My House</title><content type='html'>I'm borrowing this idea from my friend Keltie. Kids say the funniest things sometimes, so every now and then I will post some of Dorie's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our conversation last night:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dorie, you have to go to bed early tonight. You have exams tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: (gasp and smile) I LOVE exams!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You do?&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Yes! I want big exams! So big! Big from Liana's house to here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dorie, do you know what exams are?&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are they?&lt;br /&gt;Dorie: (pause) No, I don't know, Mom. You tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-5892844217188354050?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/5892844217188354050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/heard-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5892844217188354050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5892844217188354050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/heard-at-my-house.html' title='Heard at My House'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-4181713888093749962</id><published>2010-04-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:00:08.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding God's Rest</title><content type='html'>The sermon this morning was on finding God's rest. About His peace that passes all understanding. It reminded me that last week I wrote this in an email to one of my best friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I can look back at my life and thank God for giving me so many opportunities to wait. He has taught me such patience. He has taught me to completely trust in Him. He has proven Himself faithful through so many circumstances in my life. And now, in this season of waiting in the unknown, I find that all of those experiences have prepared me. Don't get me wrong...it's not easy, but I have to say that it's not that bad. I am peaceful. I trust Him more than I ever have before. It is precious and I am so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie is doing so well lately. She is becoming so obedient and well-mannered. She makes me proud. I love being her mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-4181713888093749962?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4181713888093749962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/finding-gods-rest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4181713888093749962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4181713888093749962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/finding-gods-rest.html' title='Finding God&apos;s Rest'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7235818642098015720</id><published>2010-04-07T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:02:52.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back "Home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xFlHUt2QI/AAAAAAAAANk/2hm-0Pzy4oA/s1600/hotel+185a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457313352389613826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xFlHUt2QI/AAAAAAAAANk/2hm-0Pzy4oA/s400/hotel+185a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back in Uganda after a short (too short!) visit in Rwanda. Dorie is off to school today and the teacher informed me they are beginning their exams. Yikes! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xHGlvKhMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Qh1vXoiUJ9k/s1600/hotel+189a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457315027000919234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xHGlvKhMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Qh1vXoiUJ9k/s400/hotel+189a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xHPSXvE9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/tt946Z9ZkTo/s1600/hotel+197a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457315176421200850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xHPSXvE9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/tt946Z9ZkTo/s400/hotel+197a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to visit at the ABC meeting...nearly 200 kids were there. I was so happy to see my "boy" Hassan! Look at how tall he is! I can't believe how much of a man he has become...17 years old! Wow! Dorie was so shy at first, but then kept asking me where Hassan was. She loved her "brother."&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;I was surprised that Dorie kept hiding her face, because although the room was full, it was all kids. She was pretty overwhelmed, poor baby. I felt bad for her, but it was so important for me to see all the ABC kids, and for her to meet them too! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xGpOMJZZI/AAAAAAAAANs/n8QYVmdIf_s/s1600/hotel+199a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457314522463823250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xGpOMJZZI/AAAAAAAAANs/n8QYVmdIf_s/s400/hotel+199a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once I asked her to help pass out the soap, she was fine. She loved being a helper! I am thankful that my sweet daughter has such a generous spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like more information or is interested in sponsoring a Rwandese child through our ABC program, please visit our website at: &lt;a href="http://www.abcrwanda.org/"&gt;http://www.abcrwanda.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7235818642098015720?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7235818642098015720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7235818642098015720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7235818642098015720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-home.html' title='Back &quot;Home&quot;'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7xFlHUt2QI/AAAAAAAAANk/2hm-0Pzy4oA/s72-c/hotel+185a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6803588528752553689</id><published>2010-04-04T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T05:46:44.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>He is risen indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie and I came to Rwanda to celebrate Easter with all of my "family" here. It has been a precious time for me to be back here after a year and a half. Everyone is so excited to meet Dorie, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie got her first plane ride--just 45 minutes, so it was a nice introduction to flying. She loved it! She's so dramatic I really thought she might play it up a bit, but she didn't. She was just plain excited. It was fun for both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Francis and his family have welcomed us into their home and we have been enjoying his beautiful kids. I can't believe how much they've grown. Dorie is excited to have such fun new friends, too! They are correcting her English and really having a nice time together. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post photos yet, but I will later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be in prayer for some things that are coming...praying that God still parts that Sea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-6803588528752553689?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6803588528752553689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-risen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6803588528752553689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6803588528752553689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-risen.html' title='He is Risen!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-934650994468524907</id><published>2010-03-30T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:16:32.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7GzUxvYGoI/AAAAAAAAANc/6sTGbanvAnE/s1600/P1010428a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454337793253186178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7GzUxvYGoI/AAAAAAAAANc/6sTGbanvAnE/s400/P1010428a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday morning at church was a sweet time of worship. As we sang some of the songs, I was struck by the truth of what I was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why we praise Him,&lt;br /&gt;That's why we sing,&lt;br /&gt;That's why we offer Him our everything!&lt;br /&gt;That's why we bow down and worship this King,&lt;br /&gt;Because He gave His everything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can praise Him, not because this is easy (it's not, in case you were wondering!). I can praise Him, not because I am a good or strong person. I can praise Him, not because of any other reason than the fact that He gave everything for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;! He willingly died on a cross for each one of us, simply because He loved us and there was no other way. Sin is so ugly, so horrible, so devastating, that only a perfect sacrifice could redeem us. And so Jesus came to this earth, lived a perfect life, and &lt;strong&gt;chose&lt;/strong&gt; to go to the cross so that we could be reconciled to Him. What He endured for me is exponentially greater than anything I am going through! How, then, could I not praise Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sang, "His banner over me is love..." I pictured myself standing with a beatiful banner displayed above me. It simply said, "Love." And I pictured myself renewed by the shade; I pictured myself standing, claimed as a child of God. I pray that whenever anyone looks at me, they don't see me. They don't see my "strength." I pray they see His banner of love, waving over me, covering me, protecting me, strengthening me. It is all about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Easter Sunday coming this week, I am so thankful for my Savior! If you don't know Him I pray you will ask someone who does. Easter...what a perfect time to seek Him! I'd love to chat with you if you are interested in knowing Jesus! My email address is: &lt;a href="mailto:auntiesasa4@yahoo.com"&gt;auntiesasa4@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we had a very good day at the courthouse yesterday. Hoping that we get some good news soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-934650994468524907?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/934650994468524907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/worship.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/934650994468524907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/934650994468524907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S7GzUxvYGoI/AAAAAAAAANc/6sTGbanvAnE/s72-c/P1010428a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7331676454640694930</id><published>2010-03-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T06:44:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>I think I have a swimmer here, folks! Dorie has been begging to go swimming...since her first bathtub experience. Today she finally got her chance. She loved it! I'm still trying to recover from practically being choked to death, but other than that, it was a success! She attempted blowing bubbles in the water, tried kicking a few times, but mostly just laughed and laughed and laughed. It was sweet and a real bonding time for us.  Even though it was cold (right after we got to the pool the clouds rolled in), she wanted to stay in the water as long as she could. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has come, so now we're both cuddled up together in our sweats. I love moments like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go back to meet with our judge. Please pray for God's favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7331676454640694930?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7331676454640694930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7331676454640694930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7331676454640694930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7073488321918208340</id><published>2010-03-26T02:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:54:31.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're still here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6ySSJsYZlI/AAAAAAAAANU/C3ZSKygDuZE/s1600/hotel+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452894089376196178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6ySSJsYZlI/AAAAAAAAANU/C3ZSKygDuZE/s400/hotel+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been online in a few days. We spent the whole day in town yesterday, hanging around the courthouse and meeting with my attorney. We're still discussing options, and I can't say I know which way to go. But God is faithful, and He is working. I've decided to rejoice in each day I have here in Uganda. After all, spending time in this beautiful country with these beautiful people IS a blessing! I really can't complain. Don't get me wrong...I'm anxious to get home and get into a real-life routine with Dorie. But what a privilege to get to spend 2 months with my daughter in her birth country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the encouragement. I'm sure you all get tired of reading, "Nothing new to report," but please know that every word you send is being treasured in my heart.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6yRY6f68jI/AAAAAAAAANM/RwT3Rm-E5KI/s1600/hotel+173a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452893106044858930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6yRY6f68jI/AAAAAAAAANM/RwT3Rm-E5KI/s400/hotel+173a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep telling you my girl's got some moves...wish you could have seen her here!&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/3515688047579369051-7073488321918208340?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7073488321918208340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-still-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7073488321918208340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7073488321918208340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re still here...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6ySSJsYZlI/AAAAAAAAANU/C3ZSKygDuZE/s72-c/hotel+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2948763460420393091</id><published>2010-03-24T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T02:53:37.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mom, I want chocolate!" and other cute things</title><content type='html'>That is what I heard whispered in my ear at about 4am this morning! I don't know what in the world Dorie was thinking...did she honestly think I would sit up and say, "Oh, okay! Sure! Have a candy bar!"???  Well, I didn't. I simply said, "No way!" and rolled over. She didn't complain, just went right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it started because yesterday morning she looked in the trash can in our bathroom and saw a Snickers candy bar wrapper. She picked it up, looked at it, and then lectured me in broken English about eating chocolate after she went to sleep! She must have woken up and figured it was chocolate time! She's a riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I was later than usual picking her up from school. We had been in town, and though school is over at 4:30, I usually get there around 4pm. This day it was 4:30 on the dot. When she got in the car, Dorie said, "Mom....school.....you no coming." Poor girl thought I was not coming for her! You'd better believe I was there at precisely 4pm the next day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2948763460420393091?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2948763460420393091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-i-want-chocolate-and-other-cute.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2948763460420393091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2948763460420393091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/mom-i-want-chocolate-and-other-cute.html' title='&quot;Mom, I want chocolate!&quot; and other cute things'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-4138806861216278999</id><published>2010-03-21T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:39:49.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm staying...</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to fly home last night.  Since things were not ready for Dorie to come home with me quite yet (but hopefully we will have all the details worked out soon!), I have decided to extend my stay for another month. I just can't leave my daughter. So our current schedule is to fly out on Sunday, April 18 and arrive home on Monday the 19th. I'm still praying that we will be able to come home earlier than that though! I would gladly eat the airline's penalty for changing my flight if it meant we could be home for Easter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sad. I am staying at an awesome guest house, and my friend Keltie and her kids have come to stay here, too. So I am blessed to have Lynne and her family just around the corner, plus Keltie here at the house.  Our kids all get along so wonderfully, so there is going to be a lot of fun around here over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keltie and I took our kids to WonderWorld--a little amusement park nearby. It was such a fun day! Dorie was much more adventurous than I expected her to be, so I know she will love Disneyland! I'd better start saving for her annual pass!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-4138806861216278999?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4138806861216278999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-staying.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4138806861216278999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4138806861216278999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-staying.html' title='I&apos;m staying...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7510789449007734148</id><published>2010-03-19T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T04:42:07.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6NiZP0N83I/AAAAAAAAAM8/mAknTcUOVrE/s1600-h/Braids6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450308159930233714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6NiZP0N83I/AAAAAAAAAM8/mAknTcUOVrE/s400/Braids6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girl is stubborn. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she is also so sweet. She is giving. She shares with others willingly (most of the time). She takes care of her friends (especially ones who are younger than her). She is a gem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are driving through town and get stopped in traffic, children come to the windows and beg. It breaks my heart. I've started carrying snacks with me, and I ask Dorie if she wants to share "her" snacks with those kids. She always does, and pulls something out of my purse to give to them. The last time it happened she told me, "God says to give." Yes, my sweet girl, He does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she goes to sleep at night, she turns to me and scoots as close as she can get...she is not satisfied until our noses are almost touching. If she wakes up during the night she reaches for me and puts her hand on my face or pulls my arm around her waist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had an emotional day. We called my mom, and I began to cry. Really cry. Couldn't stop. I haven't really cried throughout this journey, so the tears were many. Dorie crawled on my lap and said, "Don't cry, Mom...Mom, don't cry." Then she took her little hand, and palm open, wiped my eyes--from forehead straight down to my cheeks. She grabbed the phone and kept saying, "Jaja (Grandma), tell mom don't cry." It only made me cry harder. Holly, who is staying with Brian and Lynne, came down and asked if she could pray with me. I couldn't stop crying through her prayer, so Dorie leaned on me and repeatedly wiped my tears. By the time she was done my mascara was halfway down my face, but I didn't care. Her tenderness for me filled my heart. My girl is special...can't wait for you all to meet her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7510789449007734148?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7510789449007734148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-moments.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7510789449007734148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7510789449007734148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-moments.html' title='Sweet Moments'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6NiZP0N83I/AAAAAAAAAM8/mAknTcUOVrE/s72-c/Braids6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7172543649971321940</id><published>2010-03-18T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:32:54.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are caterpillars crawling on my head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6HlAT2HLGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YnK8BOxMGT4/s1600-h/Braids5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449888817585007714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6HlAT2HLGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YnK8BOxMGT4/s400/Braids5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6HkokU4k6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/n667qqPtPZo/s1600-h/Braids4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449888409692181410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6HkokU4k6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/n667qqPtPZo/s400/Braids4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6HkQ22WG5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/DgO8WGwR9P4/s1600-h/Braids3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449888002347506578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6HkQ22WG5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/DgO8WGwR9P4/s400/Braids3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorie has been wanting long hair for some time. She started to grow it out before I came, and it was finally long &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6Hj_DvQk5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/K4r4ncfIVHc/s1600-h/Braids2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449887696569799570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6Hj_DvQk5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/K4r4ncfIVHc/s400/Braids2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enough to braid! She was thrilled...until she realized how long it would take and how much it would hurt. For five and a half HOURS my baby sat while the woman worked on her hair. The last hour and a half she cried and cried. Poor baby. One of the great things that came out of it (besides how darling she looks) is that Dorie cried for me. She wanted &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. She wanted me to lie on the floor with my head in her lap. It was awkward, but so precious. But we noticed that when I was in the room she cried harder, so eventually I had to leave. I know she is dramatic, but I also knew it really hurt! By the time it was finished it was 9pm (her bedtime is usually 8:30), so we bathed and went to bed. It took her a long time to fall asleep because she couldn't lay her head down without feeling pain, but she eventually nodded off and we had a relatively peaceful night.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6Hh5x_hbuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JVYO4NmKTh4/s1600-h/Braids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449885406883573474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6Hh5x_hbuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/JVYO4NmKTh4/s400/Braids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was all done, she said (in Luganda), "I feel like there are caterpillars crawling on my head!" She loves to push her hair back from her face. So dramatic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a very distinct idea of what I wanted, and it was not what we got. But Dorie is happy and she looks so cute. She actually told the woman she wanted it this length (I wanted longer). She feels so special today! &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/3515688047579369051-7172543649971321940?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7172543649971321940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-caterpillars-crawling-on-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7172543649971321940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7172543649971321940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-are-caterpillars-crawling-on-my.html' title='There are caterpillars crawling on my head!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S6HlAT2HLGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YnK8BOxMGT4/s72-c/Braids5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8598264388370547269</id><published>2010-03-16T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:12:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a fungus among us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's on me! Yikes! I had the same thing when I lived in Rwanda, but recently I found this fungus on my chest and realized I'd picked it up when hugging a child (who I later noticed had it growing on her head...no, not my child...no one you all know). It's pretty nasty, but I got medicine today. Hopefully it will be gone soon! Just thought you'd all like to know... hehehehe.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59LVCT6bXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/B9o5Y8WMw3w/s1600-h/hotel+129a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449156898911317362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59LVCT6bXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/B9o5Y8WMw3w/s400/hotel+129a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, as promised, here are pictures from the outing to the zoo!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59IBEH2qUI/AAAAAAAAALk/JgDwGI5m-tA/s1600-h/hotel+126a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449153257265342786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59IBEH2qUI/AAAAAAAAALk/JgDwGI5m-tA/s400/hotel+126a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59Gk3FbziI/AAAAAAAAALc/6NWImImeauQ/s1600-h/hotel+140a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449151673217568290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59Gk3FbziI/AAAAAAAAALc/6NWImImeauQ/s400/hotel+140a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59LAwKTApI/AAAAAAAAAME/FGfaIwh-f1Q/s1600-h/hotel+131a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449156550441763474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59LAwKTApI/AAAAAAAAAME/FGfaIwh-f1Q/s400/hotel+131a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are no moats for these animals...they just come right on up! Wow! Can you see that Dorie is running away from that impala?!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59JvKur86I/AAAAAAAAAL8/CtSHec4c5p8/s1600-h/hotel+134a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449155148824441762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59JvKur86I/AAAAAAAAAL8/CtSHec4c5p8/s400/hotel+134a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8598264388370547269?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8598264388370547269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-fungus-among-us.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8598264388370547269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8598264388370547269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-fungus-among-us.html' title='There is a fungus among us...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S59LVCT6bXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/B9o5Y8WMw3w/s72-c/hotel+129a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-184132896378015937</id><published>2010-03-14T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T03:58:35.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy!</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time to write today, but wanted to fill you in a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we spent the day at the zoo with another adoptive mom and her two kids. It was so fun! Watch for photos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to church and are now off to celebrate baby Gemma's first birthday. She is a miracle baby and we as a missions group were praying for her before she was even born, so it is a real privilege to be here for her birthday. She was dedicated in church this morning. So special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me tomorrow. Something big and very good may be on the horizon. I need to make decisions about coming home, but I want to stay until the last possible moment if it means I can bring Dorie home with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-184132896378015937?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/184132896378015937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/184132896378015937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/184132896378015937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-6104110317067184776</id><published>2010-03-12T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:43:01.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Visa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Embassy informally reviewed my court orders and said the wording is insufficient. I'm sad, but I can appreciate their position. They have a responsibility to uphold the laws of Uganda as well as those of the U.S. I am looking at some other options today and would greatly appreciate your prayers. I do not want to leave Dorie here next week! She is getting so excited about going to America. She talks about it all the time and practices saying all the family members' names every day. She is so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5n7gLdol8I/AAAAAAAAALU/ESgchVUqHo8/s1600-h/hotel+112a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447661754532796354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5n7gLdol8I/AAAAAAAAALU/ESgchVUqHo8/s400/hotel+112a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She enjoyed taking a bath outside in Lynne's backyard the other night...the girls sprayed each other with the hose and screamed and laughed. It was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-6104110317067184776?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/6104110317067184776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-visa.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6104110317067184776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/6104110317067184776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-visa.html' title='No Visa'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5n7gLdol8I/AAAAAAAAALU/ESgchVUqHo8/s72-c/hotel+112a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-701295153183289175</id><published>2010-03-11T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T03:20:37.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5jP2WIxB_I/AAAAAAAAALM/s2CNy5uH4cM/s1600-h/hotel+116a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447332281866848242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5jP2WIxB_I/AAAAAAAAALM/s2CNy5uH4cM/s400/hotel+116a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our ruling today...and legal guardianship was granted to me! I am a mom! Wow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am just waiting for a visa appointment with the Embassy. My attorneys are hopeful that the wording will satisfy the visa requirements (wish I shared their enthusiasm), but if not, we still have time to work out a plan. Please pray for wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for today, let's celebrate! Thank You, Lord Jesus!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-701295153183289175?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/701295153183289175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-mine.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/701295153183289175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/701295153183289175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/shes-mine.html' title='She&apos;s Mine!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5jP2WIxB_I/AAAAAAAAALM/s2CNy5uH4cM/s72-c/hotel+116a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3948653084529492735</id><published>2010-03-09T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T06:18:46.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Requests</title><content type='html'>I know so many of you are praying for us, and I am so thankful. Everything in me is still believing that God wants to do something great, but the enemy wants me to feel defeated. I am not willing to go down yet! And even if we don't get to go home together next week (&lt;em&gt;but God&lt;/em&gt; still can make it happen!!), I know He will be glorified. So I trust Him. I trust that He has a plan that is to give us "peace, and not evil; to give [us] a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep things moving, I decided to take Dorie to get her medical exam so that when our visa appointment came around, we would be ready. When she got home from school yesterday, it was clear that she was having a positive reaction to the TB test. We are going back this afternoon to have it officially read by the doctor, but I can already see the results myself. She has no symptoms (weight loss, cough, etc), so I am praying that she has just been exposed to it and does not have an active case. Please pray for my sweet girl. I have no idea how this will affect the visa. (**Update: I just got back from the doctor's office. The doctor was fantastic--when he saw Dorie again, he laughted and said, "Oh, it's you--the Drama Queen." Yep, that's her! Dorie is indeed positive for TB, but after chest x-rays it was determined that it is inactive and she was given medical clearance! Yay! Once we get home she will have to be on medication for 6 months, but everything is a-okay! Sidenote: X-rays for a five year old are not fun. Poor baby had to lay there all by herself and would panic every time I had to go behind the wall with the technician. It took 3 tries, but we finally got a clear one!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of visas, I emailed the Embassy to keep them informed of our process. I have had very good communication with the person ultimately overseeing the visas, and while I haven't always been thrilled with her responses, she has been straight with me and I appreciate that. So yesterday I got an email from her stating that she had spoken with my judge and that based on their conversations, she would not be issuing any visas. I am sad today, but like I said, I am not giving up hope yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Please, Lord, prove that Your power is as great as You have claimed." Numbers 14:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so wonderful when we can rest in the arms of Jesus. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5dO_fkT5sI/AAAAAAAAALE/9XjVVgIgqqM/s1600-h/IMG_3864a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446909127040427714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5dO_fkT5sI/AAAAAAAAALE/9XjVVgIgqqM/s400/IMG_3864a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though this is not going the way I would have planned, I have faith that He has a plan and it is better than mine. He knows the future...He knows my future...He knows Dorie's future. And He has promised that it is full of hope. To any of you reading this that don't have that hope, I pray that you will seek Him. You will find peace in the midst of difficulty. He is faithful and good and true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-3948653084529492735?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3948653084529492735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayer-requests.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3948653084529492735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3948653084529492735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayer-requests.html' title='Prayer Requests'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5dO_fkT5sI/AAAAAAAAALE/9XjVVgIgqqM/s72-c/IMG_3864a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-4792790641164654045</id><published>2010-03-08T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:06:16.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still going well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5UNeBb4HcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M8Poh8e37P0/s1600-h/hotel+094a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5UNeBb4HcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M8Poh8e37P0/s1600-h/hotel+094a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446274133807078850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5UNeBb4HcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M8Poh8e37P0/s400/hotel+094a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom left last night. So sad. But we were blessed that the husband of one of my internet friends (and a friend of Lynne &amp;amp; Brian's) was on the same flight so they traveled to the airport together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was our first day alone, and things have gone so well! I had to take Dorie to the doctor's appointment (for the visa) all by myself. I was so nervous. We both did great! Dorie wanted no part of the whole idea of a doctor, but she managed. When the doctor told her to take off her clothes, she told him in Luganda, "No, because then you are going to give me an injection." Ha, ha! Smart girl!! He let her look through all of his tools and supplies, and once she was satisfied that there were no needles, she jumped on the table. She was still a bit nervous, so he would show her on me first and it calmed her down. She actually liked having her blood pressure taken. It made her giggle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did have to have a TB test, but the nurse was fabulous. Dorie was not happy so the nurse told her not to run away (I was holding her on my lap). Dorie told her, "I will not run because my mom is too powerful and she would catch me!" I love it!! She is learning!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5UR_f-6y-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rLJkFCr7xXk/s1600-h/hotel+106a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279106989312994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5UR_f-6y-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rLJkFCr7xXk/s400/hotel+106a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, Dorie asked me to pick her up. She grabbed me, nestled her face in my neck, and said, "I love you!" The first time she has ever said that to me! Wow! What a good day indeed!!&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;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3515688047579369051-4792790641164654045?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/4792790641164654045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-going-well.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4792790641164654045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/4792790641164654045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-going-well.html' title='Still going well'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5UNeBb4HcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M8Poh8e37P0/s72-c/hotel+094a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1122739129589320332</id><published>2010-03-06T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:33:11.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5I8IwgZarI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qq2D-ceykaU/s1600-h/hotel+056a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445481020601756338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5I8IwgZarI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qq2D-ceykaU/s400/hotel+056a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's the weekend. My mom is leaving tomorrow. I'm sad about that, but trust that it will be a good thing. Dorie and I will get some real alone time. I've decided to stay at the guest house rather than with Lynne and Brian for that very reason. Before I left I read so many books about attachment, and I knew the "right" things to do...we should spend as much time together (alone) as possible so that she learns to rely solely on me as her mother. But being here, it is hard to do that. Our guest house is just a room. There is not a lot to do to fill our days. So we've been going places with the Kelly's, and it's been too much. I realized that last night. Nothing really bad happened, but I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are having a good time together most of the time. Dorie is hilarious. She has a great sense of humor. She is strong-willed for sure, and things can go bad fast. However, once she recovers, things are great again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point I had to reschedule my return flight for 2 full extra weeks, so I won't be home until Monday, March 21. I am still praying that I can change it to an earlier date though. I'm anxious to get home! The judges are trying to work things out soon, so please continue to pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5I7nSNJywI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PORj7zbVxzI/s1600-h/hotel+079a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445480445532293890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5I7nSNJywI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PORj7zbVxzI/s400/hotel+079a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very happy to have found my favorite African treat yesterday! So incredibly hard and tough but so yummy!&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/3515688047579369051-1122739129589320332?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1122739129589320332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1122739129589320332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1122739129589320332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S5I8IwgZarI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qq2D-ceykaU/s72-c/hotel+056a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7506851134733218718</id><published>2010-03-04T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:50:08.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4_HuAMtgTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3eSBqIPWmEk/s1600-h/hotel+053a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444790067655442738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4_HuAMtgTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3eSBqIPWmEk/s400/hotel+053a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not really much to report. My mom and I went to Sanyu Babies' Home this afternoon, and I got to meet the baby that could have been mine. Back in December the Director contacted me about a little girl that was available for adoption, but I was already in process with Doreen. It was hard to see all these babies that need love and who were so craving attention, but it was also special to know that there is a waiting list of families who are ready to take on that role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I picked Dorie up from school today, she was in such a good mood. We had fun this afternoon trying to learn how to work a yo-yo. She sticks her tongue out when she concentrates hard. I love it! She was too short so we had to go out to the steps to give her some height. She was so cute when she finally did it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4_IbRBO49I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0VNb4LTg0YI/s1600-h/hotel+047a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444790845264815058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4_IbRBO49I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0VNb4LTg0YI/s400/hotel+047a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444789888693975362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4_Hjlg-OUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mcQJ0PNhmYk/s400/hotel+052a.jpg" /&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/3515688047579369051-7506851134733218718?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7506851134733218718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-new.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7506851134733218718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7506851134733218718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-new.html' title='Nothing New'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4_HuAMtgTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3eSBqIPWmEk/s72-c/hotel+053a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2332190486398689389</id><published>2010-03-03T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:29:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Judge Heard Our Case Today</title><content type='html'>So there is good news and some not so good news (but not necessarily bad news)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got to court early. Everyone came again, which was a huge blessing. And this time, the judge came, too!  :)  There was a delay, and the judge called my attorneys in to her chambers to discuss whether or not she would hear our case. The reason was just because issues have not officially been resolved yet, and she does not want more families stuck in limbo. I can appreciate her concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she decided she wanted to hear our case after all. It was really interesting to watch the proceedings. Basically, my attorney dictated her arguments and evidence while the judge transcribed everything with pen and paper. Fascinating. There were no questions asked. It was a simple procedure that took 40 minutes. The judge seems to want to see children placed in homes. She is kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that she will not give our ruling until next Thursday, March 11. We were supposed to leave on Sunday the 7th. At first I was really disappointed, but my attorneys shared with me afterwards that the reason she is waiting is that there are more meetings scheduled to take place, and she thinks the visa situation can be resolved before she writes my ruling. Which would allow us to get a visa. Which means I have to stay an extra 2 weeks, but which also means there is still a good chance Dorie will come home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray now for all of our travel details. I need to decide what to do next...when to retu122222222222222222222222(Doreen is helping me type)111111111111111111111112222222111111113333333333334444444444444444445555555666666777777777777777777 778888888888889999999900000000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awedderrtuyuuiioiophfdgvgvvgjm,mmmmmmmmjgvtytyt5re5tzxxxxxxxvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvtrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr676767&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...life with a child...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we need now is prayer for details for the remainder of our trip. My mom is probably going to return home on Sunday as planned. Please pray for her as she travels alone.  I also need to decide when to reschedule my flight home. I need to work out details for where I should stay after my mom leaves. Please also pray for my finances, as I may be penalized financially with work. I have so many sick days saved up, but unfortunately, my district does not have maternity leave for adoption. I had planned my trip to max out the days I could take off &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; pay. Every day I stay beyond Monday is likely going to be &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; pay. I know the Lord is in control, and I know I need to be here with Doreen for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so precious to live in the peace of knowing that the Lord is in control? He knows the future, and He is trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and another friend sent me encouragement from &lt;em&gt;Streams in the Desert&lt;/em&gt; from March 1 (our first court date):&lt;br /&gt;"Consider what God has done: Who can straighten what He has made crooked?" (Ecclesiastes 7:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God often seems to place His children in places of deep difficulty, leading them into a corner from which there is no escape. He creates situations that human judgment, even if consulted, would never allow. Yet the cloudiness of the circumstance itself is used by Him to guide us to the other side. Perhaps this is where you find yourself even now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your situation is filled with uncertainty and is very serious, but it is perfectly right.&lt;/strong&gt; The reason behind it will more than justify Him Who brought you here, for it is a platform from which God will display His almighty grace and power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will not only deliver you but in doing so will impart a lesson that you will never forget. And in days to come, you will return to the truth of it through singing. You will be unable to thank God enough for doing exactly what He has done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God that every situation He places me in is perfectly right! He is so good!&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;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZXXXXXXCCCCCVVVVBBBBBNNNNNNM&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;So please continue to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2332190486398689389?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2332190486398689389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/judge-heard-our-case-today.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2332190486398689389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2332190486398689389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/judge-heard-our-case-today.html' title='The Judge Heard Our Case Today'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2548352673769174115</id><published>2010-03-02T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T06:33:50.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray!</title><content type='html'>I got some very discouraging news today from my attorney.  All is not lost, and I refuse to give in to the temptation to worry. Our God is in control. He knows the future, and He loves Dorie. He has a plan for her life and it is to give her a future and a hope. He promises that in His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just because people are telling me that she may not be flying home with me on Sunday, and that there is a good chance I will have to leave her here for 3-4 months, I will still put my trust in my God. Whatever He wants to happen will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to leave my sweet girl here. I don't want to have to explain to her why I am not taking her with me. I do not want to go home and walk past her room every morning.  But if that is what God deems to be His best, I will do it.   Because His best is His best, even when I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT GOD. If His best is that we pass court and get a visa this week, that would be a-okay with me! I am still trusting that He will. I am not giving up yet.  I am trusting that the Lord would still do a great and mighty work...that He would part this great sea in front of us.  Would you please pray in faith with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord Himself will fight for you. You must only remain silent." Exodus 14:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accept the way God does things, for who can straighten what He has made crooked?" Ecclesiates 7:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this.” Psalm 37:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2548352673769174115?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2548352673769174115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-pray.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2548352673769174115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2548352673769174115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-pray.html' title='Please pray!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8755813246685964861</id><published>2010-03-01T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:19:05.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Today...</title><content type='html'>Well, the judge was not able to get to court today. We have to go back on Wednesday. It is a fairly common thing, and I am not discouraged. I'm living by Exodus 14:14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today actually turned out to be a very good day for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got to meet Godfrey. He came to court today. What a gem!! He first met Doreen and took photos of her. It is in part because of him that we are at this point.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pastor Francis came from Rwanda. He just wanted to support me, so he took a bus all night from Kigali and got into Kampala at 4am. We got to go to lunch afterwards and enjoyed talking with him. It was so good to be together again.&lt;br /&gt;3. We got to spend some good time with Doreen's birthmom. We picked her up for court and then she joined us for lunch with Pastor Francis, too. Doreen was very happy to see her, but did not fuss at all when we dropped her back off at her house. I was surprised and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attorneys told me today that they are going to try to request some very specific wording from the judge. Please pray, as they have never asked for this particular wording to be put into the guardianship orders. If the judge is willing to do it, we would be nearly guaranteed a visa. So please, please pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems all but impossible to get home on our original flight. BUT GOD. If He wants us on that flight, nothing can stop it. If not, I am okay with it. I am so ready to be home, but I'm okay if I have to wait an extra couple of days. I have a sweet little girl who is so worth waiting for! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day gets a little better. She goes through moods of utter silliness (where NOTHING can calm her down), complete stubborness, and then just plain sweetness. Like right now--she is sitting at my feet playing with paper dolls. She is singing and talking to herself, telling all the dolls how "smart" they look...and she is rubbing her feet against mine. And like last night, when I woke up in the middle of the night to find her playing with my hair in her sleep. I love moments like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8755813246685964861?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8755813246685964861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-today.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8755813246685964861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8755813246685964861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-today.html' title='Not Today...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8924082629660590875</id><published>2010-02-28T04:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:37:18.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Court Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Please pray for us as we go to court tomorrow. It is a huge day. I'm not nervous, just excited. Our appointment is scheduled for 10am (11pm Sunday night for my friends at home) and I've been told will be fairly short. I won't have to say anything, just raise my hand when they introduce me to the judge. I think I can handle that! We aren't likely to hear anything tomorrow, but trust me, I will let you know as soon as I have news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please also pray for my new friends who are here and going for their visa appointment tomorrow. It will be a very telling moment for me as well. If they can get a visa for their son, we have a good shot, too. They had the same judge and she was careful to word their ruling the way the U.S. Embassy has requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a big, big day. We're planning to go to bed early, but a large missions team is checking in to our guest house late tonight. Hoping we can sleep through it all...we &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4pimYlb1GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/E2LYzkqff9g/s1600-h/hotel+032a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443271511204680802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4pimYlb1GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/E2LYzkqff9g/s400/hotel+032a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have had two good nights in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dorie enjoyed helping make Lynne's birthday cake last Sunday...this Sunday it's Brian's birthday! In the back is Holly (staying with the Kelly's), who has been a real blessing to us, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8924082629660590875?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8924082629660590875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/court-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8924082629660590875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8924082629660590875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/court-tomorrow.html' title='Court Tomorrow'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4pimYlb1GI/AAAAAAAAAJU/E2LYzkqff9g/s72-c/hotel+032a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8650209537404711224</id><published>2010-02-27T04:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T04:16:55.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4kMq4qsvyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F7EM0cbbAkA/s1600-h/P1010232a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442895555559472930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4kMq4qsvyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F7EM0cbbAkA/s400/P1010232a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; No tears last night at all! Thanks to all of you who are praying for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went today and visited two little girls who are waiting for their American parents to come for them. They were taken in by some generous neighbors, so we were happy to see them and deliver some food and dresses from their new family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a good day. Dorie was a little clingy this morning...wanting to be wherever I was (even when I was trying to go to the bathroom!). We are bonding, but I know this takes time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4kMIafcnrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3X1V-9w5uQM/s1600-h/IMG_1570a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442894963343662770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4kMIafcnrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3X1V-9w5uQM/s400/IMG_1570a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;This morning Dorie was laying in bed trying to remember the names of all her cousins and other relatives at home. We were able to skype with them the other night, so I think they are beginning to seem a little more real. Everyone keeps telling me how impossible it will be for us to leave next Sunday. I know it does seem impossible, but my mom and I are holding out hope. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442895244935349218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4kMYzgIw-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/rOYYS2X9N3o/s400/IMG_1571a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the way, when you first meet Dorie, you should probably expect the response above. She is so shy at first!!&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/3515688047579369051-8650209537404711224?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8650209537404711224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8650209537404711224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8650209537404711224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-night.html' title='GREAT Night!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4kMq4qsvyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/F7EM0cbbAkA/s72-c/P1010232a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2006005957110328216</id><published>2010-02-26T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:27:50.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4eSkQjd4QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/A3riJru6HZ4/s1600-h/P1010223a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442479826317205762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4eSkQjd4QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/A3riJru6HZ4/s400/P1010223a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all the prayers. I think they are working! Last night the meltdown was much shorter and much less intense. We actually got to spend some good time relaxing before bed. Dorie sat with my mom and looked through photos of our family at home. Dorie is starting to remember names and has fun guessing who is who. After a while she climbed onto the bed with me and we read books for a while. Then she rolled over and put her head on the pillow. But she didn't close her eyes. I realized she was waiting for me (my mom and I were planning to work some crossword puzzles and enjoy a taste of Lynne's homemade apple crisp with ice cream after she fell asleep). So I laid down, but still Dorie didn't close her eyes. A few seconds later, she called, "Jjajja...!!" (Grandma). So my mom dutifully laid down, and Dorie's eyes closed. She was out in a matter of minutes. All night long she snuggled up to me, head on my shoulder, arms wrapped around my arm, and leg flung over my middle! (And yes, my mom and I managed to get back up and sneak our treats!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4eS-CKfmkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/du-K_nk1FoM/s1600-h/P1010226a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442480269130963522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4eS-CKfmkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/du-K_nk1FoM/s400/P1010226a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning we had a fairly easy morning getting to school. Whew! As a teacher, it is so humbling...in 6 days of school so far, she has been absent twice and late 3 times. And yesterday she didn't have her backpack or sweater. Today the headmaster told me that she is now nicknamed, "The daughter of the mzungu (white person)." That makes me sad for her. Hopefully today will be her last full day of school. Court is on Monday, and if things go well we will be busy all week with appointments (medical clearances, passports, and visas). Please keep praying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some potentially good news: I emailed the Embassy to let them know I was scheduled for court on Monday morning. She wrote back and asked me to send her my ruling and guardianship orders as soon as I had them so that she could review them and direct me on how to proceed. This is great! She didn't tell me, "Sorry, no visas!" So I am very hopeful today! Please keep praying! Another family has their visa appointment on Monday (same day that I will be in court). They had the same judge as I have, and if they can get their visa, that will be a huge advantage for us!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4eTjEvf3rI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WqcTpV5uPX4/s1600-h/hotel+030a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442480905478201010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4eTjEvf3rI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WqcTpV5uPX4/s400/hotel+030a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3515688047579369051-2006005957110328216?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2006005957110328216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/better-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2006005957110328216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2006005957110328216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/better-night.html' title='A Better Night!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4eSkQjd4QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/A3riJru6HZ4/s72-c/P1010223a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7582149515368536472</id><published>2010-02-25T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T04:38:52.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for a Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenice requested two updates per day. I don't know if I can do that every day, but here's the second post for today!  :)          (PS: Thanks for all your help with work stuff, Jenice!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you have been asking for specific prayer requests. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray for Doreen. She is still having meltdowns at night. Last night was the most intense one so far (more of a temper tantrum), but it was way shorter. I think that's a good thing?  I finally sat on the bed and started reading a book to her, and she calmed down. She stood next to the bed for a few minutes, then sat on the edge, then lay down next to me, then scooted closer and reached her arm out so she was touching me. She fell asleep next to me. I think it is just so hard for her to be stuck between two worlds. She goes to school right near where she used to live, but then comes into this American world in the evenings. It's got to be so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pray for us to get everything done next week so that we can leave on our scheduled return flight. This would literally take a miracle. We go to court on Monday, then have to wait for a written ruling. This can take as long as the judge decides to draw it out....even weeks. I don't think she will do that, though. After we get the ruling we go to the Embassy for a visa appointment. The visa can be issued within 24 hours if all the paperwork is done correctly. So it is possible, but if you've ever been to Africa, you know that everything takes ten times longer than you originally think it will/should. It's just the way things are. BUT GOD. One of my favorite phrases from the Bible. It is unlikely that we will get everything done, BUT GOD can do it if He chooses. Please pray that He would let us come home.  I may have to take days without pay if we don't get home on that flight (even though I still have about 70 sick days saved up...ugh).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-7582149515368536472?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7582149515368536472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/praying-for-miracle.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7582149515368536472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7582149515368536472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/praying-for-miracle.html' title='Praying for a Miracle'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2027035487041389988</id><published>2010-02-25T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:30:46.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to clarify...</title><content type='html'>Lately I have gotten a few questions about why I would be adopting a child who has a loving relationship with her birthmother. It is a loaded question, and I have been hesitant to talk much about it because I believe it is Doreen's story to tell when and if she chooses.  However, in order to avoid any confusion, I will simply say that her birthmother loves her daughter enough to want to see her in a loving, stable, and safe home. Several months ago, she asked attorneys to find a family for Doreen.  She has already willingly relinquished her parental rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many social, economic, and physical reasons that a parent may decide to make an adoption plan for her child.  The U.S. Embassy is aware of the details of Doreen's life, and based on that information, she is legally considered to be an orphan.  It is painful, but if Doreen ever chooses to share the details of her history, I believe you would understand that it this is necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2027035487041389988?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2027035487041389988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-to-clarify.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2027035487041389988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2027035487041389988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-to-clarify.html' title='Just to clarify...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-9005961917049414070</id><published>2010-02-24T03:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T03:29:48.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever seen the movie "Groundhog Day?" Sometimes it feels like that here. Don't get me wrong...we're having a great time, but the days are all kind of the same. We are so, so thankful for Brian and Lynne and their willingness to host us. It is making everything so much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorie's school is from 7:30am-4pm each day. Can you imagine?? And that is pre-K. I kept her home the last few days. Monday it rained, and since I ride with Dorie on a boda boda (motorcycle) to school each day, it just wasn't going to happen. It's so fun to be out in the morning, watching all the children walking to school, though. I love it. It's about 30 minutes round trip for me. Tuesday we were all recovering from her Monday-night meltdown, so I wanted to spend the day with her again. It proved to be a good idea. She still had a bit of a hard time last night, but she did much better. I have decided to be reassuring yet firm with her. I let her cry and scream, but every few minutes I would walk over, rub her back and kiss her on the forehead. I would tell her I loved her and that I was sorry she was so sad. Then I would ignore her for a few minutes. It sounds harsh, but I think she is playing my mom and me a bit. Ater a little while she calmed down, and she did want me to sleep with her. I was glad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UKLjTqmhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KA2EsmrWaF4/s1600-h/hotel+028a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441766918319675922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UKLjTqmhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KA2EsmrWaF4/s400/hotel+028a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace, Lynne's Ugandan housekeeper, brought her girls over for dinner last night. In anticipation of them coming, Dorie asked Grace what color skin her daughters had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UJ-0zf5jI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LZWcezEzQs0/s1600-h/hotel+025a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441766699678295602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UJ-0zf5jI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LZWcezEzQs0/s400/hotel+025a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is learning to play games with Julia and Liana...she got really into Memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UJ05j3F9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jC6KgyT-dYE/s1600-h/hotel+021a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441766529156192210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UJ05j3F9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jC6KgyT-dYE/s400/hotel+021a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UJqXnkzII/AAAAAAAAAIE/JiD8cjpgviQ/s1600-h/hotel+009a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441766348246273154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UJqXnkzII/AAAAAAAAAIE/JiD8cjpgviQ/s400/hotel+009a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also loves brushing hair (mine, any doll, even My Little Pony) and dressing dolls. She is learning to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also plays the local drum in our hotel...my girl has rhythm! And yes, she can move that little body of hers like there's no tomorrow. Poor thing to have a white mama with NO moves at all!&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/3515688047579369051-9005961917049414070?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/9005961917049414070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/ever-seen-movie-groundhog-day-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/9005961917049414070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/9005961917049414070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/ever-seen-movie-groundhog-day-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4UKLjTqmhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KA2EsmrWaF4/s72-c/hotel+028a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2722505605519860965</id><published>2010-02-23T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T03:28:47.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rough Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441396663633412322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4O5b5HdgOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6zMp5akV8aU/s400/hotel+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have gone surprisingly well, but we have had a few tough moments. Last night Dorie was so homesick, crying and begging me to take her home. It broke my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She settled down after a while, and cuddled up to me all night. This morning she is doing better, but I don't think we are out of the woods just yet. I was thankful to the Lord that she did cry--it shows me that she has deeply connected to her biological mother. Someday, my prayer is that she will feel that deeply for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Dorie to visit her birthmother today. When we got there she refused to get out of the car, so we waited and her mother came out to us. We had a nice visit for about 15 minutes and then left. Dorie seems very fine today. She told our friend's Ugandan housekeeper that she didn't want to get out of the car because she was afraid I was going to leave her there. Poor thing, she has so many emotions! I am just happy that she was very willing to come back with us. I think the bonding is beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our court date is scheduled for next Monday. Things are not officially resolved yet, but it is moving in the right direction. We had dinner with some other adoptive families last night. One of the couples had just received their legal guardianship ruling from the same judge as we have. My attorney looked at their paperwork and was confident that they will get their visa. They are hoping to meet with the Embassy officials tomorrow, so please pray! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4O5ukggS2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8xP4jghh0m4/s1600-h/hotel+017a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441396984518822754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4O5ukggS2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8xP4jghh0m4/s400/hotel+017a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves apples...this is all that's left when she's done! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4O584sY7CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vh1gVe4FhYo/s1600-h/hotel+019a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she also loves Liana! Today they dressed like twins!! Dorie pointed at their shirts, shorts, and shoes and said, "Pinkie--pinkie; shorts--shorts; pinkie--pinkie!"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4O584sY7CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vh1gVe4FhYo/s1600-h/hotel+019a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441397230455548962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4O584sY7CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vh1gVe4FhYo/s400/hotel+019a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2722505605519860965?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2722505605519860965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/rough-night.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2722505605519860965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2722505605519860965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/rough-night.html' title='A Rough Night'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S4O5b5HdgOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6zMp5akV8aU/s72-c/hotel+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-1790255237639774007</id><published>2010-02-20T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T04:31:57.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Watching her first video with Liana, all cuddled up on the couch!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_UfDJFH7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Gesy-TQStLA/s1600-h/P1010151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440300504771272626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_UfDJFH7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Gesy-TQStLA/s400/P1010151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_SxOJXkAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jNSxt-1Ld28/s1600-h/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440298617939660802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_SxOJXkAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jNSxt-1Ld28/s400/P1010148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so sure about the merry-go-round!  We had dinner with several families. Dorie was a little overwhelmed with all the people, but loved playing with the girls!  She's going to LOVE her cousins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_VYhpXIvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/glszzygOles/s1600-h/hotel+002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440301492212278002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_VYhpXIvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/glszzygOles/s400/hotel+002a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_PyEkFcTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A9_cnAojGUI/s1600-h/P1010139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440295334012350770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_PyEkFcTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A9_cnAojGUI/s400/P1010139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving the pajamas...and her special new backpack!  Dorie walks around the house with that backpack feeling so smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-1790255237639774007?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/1790255237639774007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-photos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1790255237639774007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/1790255237639774007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-photos.html' title='Some photos...'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3_UfDJFH7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Gesy-TQStLA/s72-c/P1010151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8899225802366604936</id><published>2010-02-19T02:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:52:17.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>We had our first successful night together. It was amazing! After leaving Lynne and family (we're staying a block away at a guest house), we walked back. Doreen did great.  She knew how to use the toilet (whew!), but toilet paper is unfamiliar to her. I have to remind her every time. She is very curious and likes to flush the toilet and watch it go down. She's not quite strong enough, so it doesn't always flush completely, but she is proud.  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time for the bath, she stripped down and waited by the tub for the water to warm up. She started hopping up and down...she could hardly wait!  Once she got in, she was all giggles. It was obviously her first bath with running water (we had a detachable shower head that she used), but boy was she a happy girl. I got it on video...you will all love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved her pajamas! It was a three piece set (shirt, shorts, and pants). She was so tickled with the shorts that she put them on over her pants! After her bath she strutted around the room with her new backpack, raincoat, and shoes. She was so, so happy and giggly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brushed teeth and then sat on the bed and read some books. She has nodded "yes" to everything, so I didn't think she was understanding a lot. However, when I asked her if she was ready for bed, she sternly shook her head "no." Wow! She really did understand!  As soon as her head hit the pillow, though, she was out. She slept all night!  I was in heaven, staring at my little girl, feeling her reach over and put her hand on my arm...and even though I didn't feel her kicking in my belly, I sure felt her kicking me all night long last night! I didn't get much sleep, but spent most of the night pleading with the Lord to allow me to take her home in 2 1/2 weeks. I am so in love with her and cannot bear the thought of leaving her here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had to wake her up. She's a slow riser, but very compliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops...running out of internet time...I'll post more later (pictures, too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-8899225802366604936?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8899225802366604936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/success.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8899225802366604936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8899225802366604936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-8554679973280117794</id><published>2010-02-18T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:08:43.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S31i5rsaa8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a6GYo2KMDFw/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612668054498242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S31i5rsaa8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a6GYo2KMDFw/s400/P1010129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Doreen is with me. I picked her up from school and we are together. So strange and wonderful! She is really shy and unsure about everything, but she is still smiling. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S31kGRHjxAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Mp7xObFcIw/s1600-h/P1010132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439613983770526722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S31kGRHjxAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Mp7xObFcIw/s400/P1010132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Lynne's kids are great and are helpful in making her feel comfortable. They are a real blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few photos to hold you over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doreen loved the popsicles for dessert! They were so cold they all put on oven mitts. So funny!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S31lzvR1kFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zytUxiSo-_8/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439615864472440914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S31lzvR1kFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zytUxiSo-_8/s400/P1010134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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/3515688047579369051-8554679973280117794?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/8554679973280117794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-good-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8554679973280117794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/8554679973280117794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-good-day.html' title='Another Good Day'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S31i5rsaa8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a6GYo2KMDFw/s72-c/P1010129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-7644151958116181415</id><published>2010-02-17T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:08:46.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She smiled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3wvuAlWKzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FoJta0hZ70Y/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439274917433846578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3wvuAlWKzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FoJta0hZ70Y/s400/P1010121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't have a lot of expectations for my first meeting...all I hoped for was a smile. I was not disappointed! My words will not express how wonderful today was, but I'll give it a shot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the morning with my attorneys and they informed me that there was a very big meeting today. Hopefully things are moving in the right direction and we will hear some really good news soon! Please keep praying! I cannot leave my sweet girl here!   We went to Doreen's school in the afternoon. I couldn't wait to meet her. When we arrived we were ushered in to the headmaster's office. We sat on a bench against the wall and I was thanked for being Doreen's "sponsor." Lynne clarified that I was actually adopting her and asked if we could see her. When she walked in she was so shy! But she did sit close to me and rested her hand on my leg. After a few minutes she reached for my hand. Ahhhh....! When I introduced my mom as her "jjajja" (grandma), she smiled the sweetest smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left after just a few minutes. It wasn't the emotional first meeting I'd imagined, but it was sweet. We went back to pick her up from school at 4:30 (yes, she goes to school from 7:30am-4:30pm!). When we got there, her birthmother was waiting to meet us. That was when I lost it. She and I hugged and I couldn't stop the tears. She sweetly whispered in my ear, "Don't cry, don't cry..." which just made me cry harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3wr_GM6wlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/O_PQA67T2OU/s1600-h/P1010111a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439270812953264722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3wr_GM6wlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/O_PQA67T2OU/s400/P1010111a.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left in Lynne's car and went for ice cream. Sweet Baby Girl likes chocolate! She tasted mine (coconut) and seemed to like it as well. We bought "real" food for her mother, and she kept staring at it. Finally, I offered the leftovers to her and she chowed down. She capped it all off with a soda and a smile. We had good but simple conversation with her mother. She assured me this is what she wants. It was hard, but I'm thankful to have the opportunity to get to know this selfless woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3wuRaKq-8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/sBJZnlIzyPY/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439273326573452226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3wuRaKq-8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/sBJZnlIzyPY/s400/P1010115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked down to their home and caught a glimpse of life in the slums. Along the way, Doreen stopped, turned, and reached for my hand. My heart soared! Their house is tiny. We only spent a few moments with them there, took some photos, and then left. We agreed that I will pick Doreen up from school tomorrow and she will stay with me from now on. Please pray for her.&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are a few things I learned about her today:&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439268793139307986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3wqJhzvpdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TH7cXlgR_2Q/s400/hug.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She has a good appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Her favorite foods are rice and matoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She knows her numbers and letters in English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She has a deep voice. So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She is ticklish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She has a great giggle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She sticks her tongue out a little when she smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She nods "yes" to everything...basically, she doesn't understand a word I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She is a cuddly girl and likes holding hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She is only 5 years old...not 6!&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3515688047579369051-7644151958116181415?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/7644151958116181415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-smiled.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7644151958116181415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/7644151958116181415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-smiled.html' title='She smiled!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3wvuAlWKzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FoJta0hZ70Y/s72-c/P1010121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-5010351646389788508</id><published>2010-02-12T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:39:09.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.beaglepaws.com/images/airplaneFun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.beaglepaws.com/images/airplaneFun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to Uganda to get my girl. It seems crazy, I know. But my faith in the King of Kings is growing by the minute. He has not guaranteed I will come home with her, but I am going to fight for her. I am going to hug her and tell her I love her. I am going to tuck her into bed and cuddle up next to her. When she cries, I am going to wipe her tears. I am going to be her mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got off the phone with one of my attorneys, and she believes I should go. So I am planning to fly out on Monday. As in 3 days from now. Just when I was told no more court dates would be issued. And to make it even better, my attorneys informed me that they were given their choice of judges! They are expecting to secure a court date for next Thursday or Friday. Interestingly, Thursday will be exactly 2 years since the Lord prompted my heart to seriously consider adoption. Definitely NOT a coincidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning my devotional from Streams in the Desert also confirmed that I am to go now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As soon as the soles of the feet of the priests...shall rest in the waters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the waters...shall be cut off." Joshua 3:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The people were not to wait in their camps until the way was opened, they were to walk by faith. They were to break camp, pack up their goods, form in line to march, and move down to the very banks before the river would be opened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If they had come down to the edge of the river and then had stopped for the stream to divide before they stepped into it, they would have waited in vain. They must take one step into the water before the river would be cut off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We must learn to take God at His Word, and go straight on in duty, although we see no way in which we can go forward. The reason we are so often balked by difficulties is that we expect to see them removed before we try to pass through them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we would move straight on in faith, the path would be opened for us. We stand still, waiting for the obstacle to be removed, when we ought to go forward as if there were no obstacles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, one of my dearest friends today was informed of their court date to adopt the 2 year old boy they've been fostering! We are truly travelling this adoption journey together. What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is moving, and I don't just mean that He is going to do something miraculous for &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. He might (I hope He does!), but there are eternal things He is doing, and if we tune in to Him, He invites us to be a part of it. Are you all still watching? Are you noticing Him? Are you accepting His invitation to be part of His great works?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-5010351646389788508?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/5010351646389788508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-going.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5010351646389788508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/5010351646389788508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-going.html' title='I&apos;m Going....'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2801082369058076999</id><published>2010-02-08T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:28:17.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers of Blessing!</title><content type='html'>Saturday my family and friends gathered to bless Little D and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a special day! With all that is going on in Uganda, it was a breath of fresh &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436137752078008722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3EKe86zQZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SNmoyFoqT0k/s400/Dorie%27s+First+Shower+035.jpg" /&gt;air and a sweet time of encouragement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like being in a room full of women who believe God can part the Red Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters, mom, and a couple of friends made up the most scrumptious appetizers and desserts. Everyone was raving on the food...and on a rainy day, yummy foods to fill your belly are just the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436140163163046274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3EMrS6RQYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ygmdymY-Wmo/s400/Dorie%27s+First+Shower+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3EF9-vl4QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2X7zfD8972s/s1600-h/Dorie%27s+First+Shower+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436132787585671426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3EF9-vl4QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2X7zfD8972s/s400/Dorie%27s+First+Shower+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was beautiful! There is a picture of their little trees with hanging hearts (to match the design on my adoption shirts...how darling is that???) that were on the hearth, food tables, and as centerpieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The generosity of everyone was incredibly humbling.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436139225759342898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3EL0uzz4TI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MztlUugjRpQ/s400/Dorie%27s+First+Shower+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little D is one loved girl, let me tell you! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3EIv12Gv_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DIwODzk9PGs/s1600-h/Dorie%27s+First+Shower+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436135843213787122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3EIv12Gv_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DIwODzk9PGs/s400/Dorie%27s+First+Shower+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I opened gifts I updated everyone on the situation in Uganda and asked for prayer. I reminded them all of the One we serve...the King of Kings is not bound by any earthly government. He has given me confidence that He is about to do something spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;So when my attorney contacted me this morning and asked if I want her to move forward with "fixing" the court date, I told her yes. The fierce wind is blowing, but I will move forward in faith that God is parting the Red Sea. I hope you are all watching...&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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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/3515688047579369051-2801082369058076999?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2801082369058076999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/showers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2801082369058076999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2801082369058076999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/showers.html' title='Showers of Blessing!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S3EKe86zQZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SNmoyFoqT0k/s72-c/Dorie%27s+First+Shower+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-2408798069109278604</id><published>2010-02-04T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:47:43.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Lessons</title><content type='html'>If the Israelites had not been faced with the insurmountable Red Sea, God would not have parted it.  If the impossible had not been facing them, they would have missed the miraculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is with things in Uganda right now. They seem insurmountable and impossible. But that is when my Great God is able to demonstrate His great power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me, but I trust Him. He is working. He has a plan.  He has proven Himself to me so many times. I just have to be still and wait on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moses answered the people, 'Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring for you today...the Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.'"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                          Exodus 14:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3515688047579369051-2408798069109278604?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/2408798069109278604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/hard-lessons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2408798069109278604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/2408798069109278604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/02/hard-lessons.html' title='Hard Lessons'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3515688047579369051.post-3268774934377336072</id><published>2010-01-27T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:08:08.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sweet Baby Girl!</title><content type='html'>My little D turned six today. Under most circumstances, this would have been a hard day for me. But God is so faithful! Today, on her birthday, my attorneys received all my paperwork and will be filing for a court date tomorrow! My attorneys are expecting a mid-February date. I would welcome any prayers for God's favor on which judge I will be assigned to, as some judges look more favorably on international adoption than others. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, my dear friend Lynne was able to send me new photos of little D. These were taken this morning...just hours before I had them in my inbox! She looks so happy, so healthy! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431590588830601074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S2Di3NyaT3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5QI9XtcwYmk/s400/Dorie.jpg" /&gt;Lynne brought her a cake and then delivered my gifts to her. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431590786289088434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S2DjCtYLt7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5iY2y7gC0Ls/s400/DSC00351.jpg" /&gt;She's wearing the dress I sent (a little big, so I guess I need to go shopping for a few smaller items!), and holding the bunny I bought for her. Talk about making my day!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet baby girl's birthday was the best day in this whole process so far! Isn't God so wonderful!&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/3515688047579369051-3268774934377336072?l=lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/feeds/3268774934377336072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-sweet-baby-girl.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3268774934377336072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3515688047579369051/posts/default/3268774934377336072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedasfirstbest.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-sweet-baby-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sweet Baby Girl!'/><author><name>Sasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381247334274918142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5ZG07p1ST0/TZn1XRPuISI/AAAAAAAAAbo/gRUHkQQ7IJw/s220/Dorie%2527s%2BFirst%2BYear2%2B702.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pH_4ZGGH6F4/S2Di3NyaT3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5QI9XtcwYmk/s72-c/Dorie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
