<?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-27413557</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:54:30.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of Burches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-7034660496180860166</id><published>2011-04-02T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:09:13.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp6GgIydafA/TZabgFqAqPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aJtRsS1FaBs/s1600/Women%2527s+Day+Dance+Team.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp6GgIydafA/TZabgFqAqPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aJtRsS1FaBs/s1600/Women%2527s+Day+Dance+Team.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Women's Day is always so impacting.&amp;nbsp; I feel like the lessons are written specifically for me every year; like someone has a window into my soul...I guess someone does, His name is God! Jennifer Lambert did an amazing job this year teaching us about the ultimate gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to be a part of the dance at the finale of Women's Day this year.&amp;nbsp; I have never done anything like this and it was great to spend time with so many of my favorite people, but particularly Victoria.&amp;nbsp; I have so much going on right now, it is a challenge to come up with quality time to spend with the kids.&amp;nbsp; Victoria has become such a beautiful young lady on both the inside and outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWpKeBcGZpc/TZacFnzoqyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/49zflD4XwiE/s1600/Women%2527s+Day+2011+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWpKeBcGZpc/TZacFnzoqyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/49zflD4XwiE/s320/Women%2527s+Day+2011+011.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkF6L3vWbYQ/TZacEfoe_1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Nu7aJZ-92Ms/s1600/Women%2527s+Day+2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkF6L3vWbYQ/TZacEfoe_1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Nu7aJZ-92Ms/s320/Women%2527s+Day+2011+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Az0F-txP4ps/TZacDGQLkjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YdwCf85OeLE/s1600/Women%2527s+Day+2011+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Az0F-txP4ps/TZacDGQLkjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YdwCf85OeLE/s320/Women%2527s+Day+2011+002.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I learned a large amount about movement and dancing over the course of a month, but most of all I realized how much fun it was just to give my heart to something all to glorify God.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I took a huge leap out of my box and look forward to doing something like this again.&amp;nbsp; The picture below are with my dear friend LaTora, who is an amazing dancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOUgTiag9Pk/TZabfLtoBiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rpHcBSLsgeg/s1600/LaTora+and+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4bTd9TKqwpI/TYW1_0MTCkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AAElP4Gwu4c/s1600/head+shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4bTd9TKqwpI/TYW1_0MTCkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AAElP4Gwu4c/s320/head+shot.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last time I posted was September! That's crazy. It seems like September was so long ago.&amp;nbsp; So much has happened since then. Maybe I will eventually put up more pictures from the last six months.&amp;nbsp; Not now...everything is so chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I hit a brick wall. I left for work at 8 and really did not get home and eat dinner until after 11 (I heated up my dinner, but forgot to eat it as I focused on creating lesson plans and doing my homework).&amp;nbsp; By the time I arrived home, I broke down in tears.&amp;nbsp; There is so much going on, and I feel like I barely have time to get anything accomplished.&amp;nbsp; Sleep has taken a backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student teaching is coming to an end in less than a month and I am not sure how to feel.&amp;nbsp; I know I am in desperate need of a break, but I wonder how I can leave my students knowing the mess I walked into when I started in January.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping my cooperating teacher will quit being lazy (her own words) and do her job.&amp;nbsp; I love the students I work with and I am grateful for the special education assistant and the classroom teachers; they have help me remain focused on what is important and have given me pointers along the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a mess. I am grateful Charles and Victoria have been cleaning and doing laundry, I certainly do not have time, but there is still so much not getting done.&amp;nbsp; Our Christmas ornaments are lying on the dining room table taunting me as I come home each day.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure if I've been able to cook more than 5 or 6 meals since I started teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concerned about Jacob; we have had more difficulty in the past six months than I think we ever have.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure I have mentioned it before, but Jacob has Asperger's Syndrome (perhaps I will discuss more about AS in a later post).&amp;nbsp; He also has other disabilities that interfere with his behavior, social skills, and sleep.&amp;nbsp; This interference impacts his life, and the life of others, at school, home, and church.&amp;nbsp; I homeschooled Jacob for most of last year, but reenrolled him in the 10th grade at the beginning of the current school year.&amp;nbsp; Since that time, I have had six IEP meetings to address his specific needs and ways to help him succeed.&amp;nbsp; Jacob really is brilliant...though his grades do not usually reflect his intelligence level.&amp;nbsp; My last meeting was at the end of February, I am hoping we finally have set up an effective environment for him.&amp;nbsp; His behavior has taken a negative turn since January.&amp;nbsp; I am concerned about his behavior, but I think there are health factors impacting it.&amp;nbsp; Now it is just trying to figure out what is going on.&amp;nbsp; I know I need to be the strong one, to make sure everyone is taken care of, but I am quite worried &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; I am feeling fatigued.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes Jacob makes damaging comments and usually I ignore them, but my fortitude is waning.&amp;nbsp; I would love to see Jacob succeed and feel confident in all facets of life.&amp;nbsp; I am really not sure what that means for him, but I will be by his side for the long-haul. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to remain focused on God.&amp;nbsp; I need to remain steadfast in my convictions and know that He has given me the ability to face all the challenges in my life (as long as I do it with Him).&amp;nbsp; I decided, even though I am busy, to participate with Victoria in a dance with many other women at the end of our annual Women's Day.&amp;nbsp; It has been a lot of work, but inspiring.&amp;nbsp; It is definitely something I have never done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting close to finishing up my Master's degree and attaining my teaching credential in Special Education.&amp;nbsp; I know I have insight as an educator and as a parent, I think this makes me a valuable asset and pray I can secure a job for the fall. I can't wait to have some time to spend with my family, to enjoy some down time, and to be able devote the time, energy, and love I know my family and friends deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-5239915495036754987?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/5239915495036754987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=5239915495036754987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/5239915495036754987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/5239915495036754987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-little-note.html' title='Just a little note...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4bTd9TKqwpI/TYW1_0MTCkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AAElP4Gwu4c/s72-c/head+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-8656824409867553354</id><published>2010-09-15T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:14:18.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of School Pictures (9/7/10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfHr55prI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5byAwCJzWu8/s1600/P1010997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfHr55prI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5byAwCJzWu8/s400/P1010997.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfKIrezcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7Wc3WY3UmYI/s400/P1010998.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st year of middle school, 6th grade at Kemps Landing Magnet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfOtBP8aI/AAAAAAAAANE/O0tn2jZa0s0/s400/P1010999.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;5th grade, Linkhorn Park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfS9NEXLI/AAAAAAAAANM/fs3xq85yhaE/s400/P1020001.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd Grade, Linkhorn Park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfXdJ_n-I/AAAAAAAAANU/qNtE8dzOek4/s400/P1020003.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Julianne walking Victoria to her bus stop&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfczeGPAI/AAAAAAAAANc/pJ_VIni2Mp8/s400/P1020004.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfivdbPXI/AAAAAAAAANk/66ZjrwXXBHA/s400/P1020007.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt; 1st day, Sophomore year, Homeschool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-8656824409867553354?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/8656824409867553354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=8656824409867553354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8656824409867553354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8656824409867553354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school-pictures-9710.html' title='First day of School Pictures (9/7/10)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TJDfHr55prI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5byAwCJzWu8/s72-c/P1010997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-5789040662789419437</id><published>2010-09-14T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:48:09.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway to 30!</title><content type='html'>I feel honored to be a mom. I know that God has blessed me four times over. It amazes me how time seems to fly by when looking at my children. Jacob turned 15 on Saturday, September 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder how I can be a mom of a 15 year old. Wasn't I just 15 a few years ago? Okay, maybe not, when I think about the fact that my oldest son is halfway to 30, I get a bit freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is a treasure. He has taught me so much about life. So many thing changed for me in a positive way when he came into my life. Because of him I have learned how to love unconditionally. I no longer focus on myself, but most importantly on loving God and truly loving others. I have learned and become passionate for people with exceptional needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has a great passion for God.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob fights hard every day to overcome many challenges.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob looks out for his brother and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for my loving 15 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TI7-QDg3Q0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/jbFpQUqWHOk/s400/P1020032.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Celebration Dinner, Sept. 11, 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TI7-QDg3Q0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/jbFpQUqWHOk/s1600/P1020032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&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/27413557-5789040662789419437?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/5789040662789419437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=5789040662789419437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/5789040662789419437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/5789040662789419437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/09/halfway-to-30.html' title='Halfway to 30!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TI7-QDg3Q0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/jbFpQUqWHOk/s72-c/P1020032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-3246650675836612985</id><published>2010-09-08T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:16:48.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock 'n Roll in Virginia Beach</title><content type='html'>I ran my first half marathon on Sunday. I was so excited and nervous all at the same time, but I am proud of myself for sticking with it and finishing! I actually love running. The one problem I am having is pain in my knees. On my long runs during my training, I did not walk. I knew Sunday after about the fourth mile that I was going to have to alternate between walking and running in order to finish and still be able to walk afterward. It has taken a few days to recover, but the pain in my knees is almost gone, but the feeling of accomplishment will always be with me. My next goal is the visit the doctor so I can figure out what I might be able to do to keep running. I love the freedom I feel when I run and view of God's beautiful creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TIcaTvy3PYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lfuB1o3-Rzo/s1600/P1010984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TIcaTvy3PYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lfuB1o3-Rzo/s400/P1010984.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TIcaY_lixDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bdWgjcr2e8g/s1600/P1010985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TIcaY_lixDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bdWgjcr2e8g/s400/P1010985.JPG" width="400" /&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/27413557-3246650675836612985?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/3246650675836612985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=3246650675836612985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3246650675836612985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3246650675836612985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/09/rock-n-roll-in-virginia-beach.html' title='Rock &apos;n Roll in Virginia Beach'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TIcaTvy3PYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lfuB1o3-Rzo/s72-c/P1010984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-3766959715492023208</id><published>2010-09-02T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:59:27.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is needed</title><content type='html'>I have never been a patient person. Growing up, I thought the things I wanted should come immediately; that everyone should cater to me. Funny how life smacked me in the face pretty quickly after I left home. God has given me many opportunities to grow and mature, but most of all to have patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On September 11, 1995 my oldest child was born. I was terrified to be a mother, wondering how I would be able to take care of someone other than myself. I look back now and understand that God slowed me down; he made me focus on someone other than myself, and in turn fix my eyes on Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with four very active children and have learned a lot about myself in the process. Each one has been blessed with their own unique character and needs. It has taken me a long time to get to a point where I can say that I feel blessed to have some special needs in our home. I know God does not give us more than we can bear. In saying that, I feel like the challenges we face on a daily basis are meant to not only make us stronger, but will enable us to share our challenges and teach others the things we have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what challenges do we face? I feel like often times it is exhausting to keep explaining why my son is not like the typical teenager. His disabilities are not physical, making it difficult for others to really understand that he has special needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, Jacob, has Asperger's Syndrome. He also has bipolar, anxiety, and ADHD. I look at him and I am blown away by the perseverance he has. He just does not give up. The other day he was trying to look for someone to spend time with, he made 8 phone calls. I could tell he was getting discouraged, but he did not give up until he has called most of the phone numbers in his phone. It saddened me that things did not work out, but I was so proud of him for trying (he has been challenged to work on developing relationships with others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has grown a lot, yes he is tall, but that is not what I mean. I am moved by how hard he is fighting to change some serious behavioral problems. I am so proud of how far he has come. I am praying and trying to teach him as much as I can so he might possibly be able leave home and soar on his own at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is not the only one with a special need in our home. He is honestly just the most obvious. I am more than happy to talk about the things we face day to day. I think it helps others...and I learn so much by talking with other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I think I will write a book...&lt;br /&gt;...for now, I need to focus on my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH_JwGle5II/AAAAAAAAAK0/eZRjFq-FXok/s1600/P1010955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH_JwGle5II/AAAAAAAAAK0/eZRjFq-FXok/s400/P1010955.JPG" width="300" /&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/27413557-3766959715492023208?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/3766959715492023208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=3766959715492023208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3766959715492023208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3766959715492023208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/09/patience-is-needed.html' title='Patience is needed'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH_JwGle5II/AAAAAAAAAK0/eZRjFq-FXok/s72-c/P1010955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-3989238753934744451</id><published>2010-09-02T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:33:54.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The stubborn tooth</title><content type='html'>The three youngest kids did not lose their first tooth until after their 7th birthday. I feel like this year has been the year of the the tooth. Nate lost his first tooth and within a 5 week period in April/May, Victoria lost six teeth. Recently it is Nate's turn. He lost a tooth at the end of July and then two more within the last week. His two front teeth have been loose for a long time. In the middle of August he was trying very hard to wiggle it out (I was ready to pull it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH8lO1N4nCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gZdDl9Ka5vU/s1600/P1010851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH8lO1N4nCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gZdDl9Ka5vU/s400/P1010851.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just wouldn't budge and he wouldn't let me touch it (especially after I pulled out two of his friend's teeth). Last Thursday, one of his teeth was so loose I was afraid it would come out while he was sleeping so I talked him into letting me pull it. He yelled at me afterward because he said it hurt. The next day he was eating a burrito at Taco Bell and the other tooth came out. Now he has lots of space in his mouth. It is cute to watch him try and eat a corn dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH8lF9nXiHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DF901IkSA4E/s1600/P1010961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH8lF9nXiHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DF901IkSA4E/s400/P1010961.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH8lIr4195I/AAAAAAAAAKk/nChQ6WWqbcw/s1600/P1010963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH8lIr4195I/AAAAAAAAAKk/nChQ6WWqbcw/s400/P1010963.JPG" width="300" /&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/27413557-3989238753934744451?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/3989238753934744451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=3989238753934744451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3989238753934744451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3989238753934744451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/09/stubborn-tooth.html' title='The stubborn tooth'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TH8lO1N4nCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gZdDl9Ka5vU/s72-c/P1010851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-711486737136202142</id><published>2010-08-30T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:43:32.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am so grateful that I have both boys and girls. I think there are amazing things about both genders. Funny, growing up I had friends of both genders, but I often felt like it was easier to get along with guys. Now I work hard on having strong girlfriend relationships. There are just so many things that guys just don't understand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am trying to teach my girls to build their relationships with girls.&amp;nbsp; For Julianne, friendships come easily. She will call, write, encourage, etc. Victoria has more of a challenge, but she is constantly improving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a year we have a statewide church service in Richmond. I love going because I see so many friends that I don't see very often. The kids and I make many friends during the summer, while we are at camp.&amp;nbsp; Our statewide service provides the opportunity to see our friends from camp. I encouraged my girls to sit with their friends. I would like to see these relationships develop into strong best friend type of relationships over the next few years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the weekend of the Statewide Service...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuvn5cLg1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Cr7YrdTNWrA/s1600/P1010855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuvn5cLg1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Cr7YrdTNWrA/s400/P1010855.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lauren Westbrook and I.&amp;nbsp; She was the nurse and I was the nurse assistant at teen camp. What a wonderful woman of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuvzaRL81I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7zotdm1HdUc/s1600/P1010860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuvzaRL81I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7zotdm1HdUc/s400/P1010860.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Victoria sat with most of the girls that were in her cabin at camp. Many of the girls live in NOVA. I think she was surprised when I told her I would drive her up to spend time with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuv54gRXQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iAUuDmz-uAA/s1600/P1010859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuv54gRXQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iAUuDmz-uAA/s400/P1010859.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Julianne with her friends at the statewide service. They sat in front of us. It was difficult for them to sit for so long, but it was fun to watch them work together to behave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuwNfzPt-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QG8kLJXrwyQ/s1600/P1010845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuwNfzPt-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QG8kLJXrwyQ/s400/P1010845.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Princess Tea and lesson at the Walker's house for the preteen girls.&amp;nbsp; The lesson was on friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuwQNmtl2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KGl294-17rM/s1600/P1010846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuwQNmtl2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KGl294-17rM/s400/P1010846.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vanessa and Julianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuwVNIZWJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/33iLRAjkeVA/s1600/P1010847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuwVNIZWJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/33iLRAjkeVA/s400/P1010847.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brielle and Victoria...they have been friends since they were toddlers. I will have to see if I can find a picture of them together when they were little.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-711486737136202142?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/711486737136202142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=711486737136202142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/711486737136202142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/711486737136202142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THuvn5cLg1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Cr7YrdTNWrA/s72-c/P1010855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-6868991213931128874</id><published>2010-08-25T13:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:36:52.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom is there an easy button for this?</title><content type='html'>Jacob's exact words as he is cleaning out the trash can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVUHhcQ0kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5F_ArJJv0vI/s1600/P1010944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVUHhcQ0kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5F_ArJJv0vI/s400/P1010944.JPG" width="400" /&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/27413557-6868991213931128874?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/6868991213931128874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=6868991213931128874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/6868991213931128874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/6868991213931128874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/08/mom-is-there-easy-button-for-this.html' title='Mom is there an easy button for this?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVUHhcQ0kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5F_ArJJv0vI/s72-c/P1010944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2334315788500254762</id><published>2010-08-25T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:14:30.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Julianne was 2, she was diagnosed with &lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/parent/medical/arthritis/jra.html"&gt;Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;or JRA. I just thought she had fallen and hit her knee on something because it was swollen. At the time we lived in Sacramento and there was no one in the area who was a Pediatric Rheumatologist and accepted our insurance. We ended up making trips to Stanford Medical Center every few months. By the time she was 3, the joints in her toes affected and she had a steroid injection in her knee. Here are a couple of pictures of Julianne when she was 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVMK6I2QeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cnK9wPZrgoU/s1600/Julies+knee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVMK6I2QeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cnK9wPZrgoU/s400/Julies+knee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Victoria and Julianne at Disneyland, April 2003&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVLQkbgTSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/z_e-QLGD_Ak/s1600/P9060184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVLQkbgTSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/z_e-QLGD_Ak/s400/P9060184.JPG" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;September 2003&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many kids have difficulty with walking and playing. Julianne remained active. She would wake up with a stiff knee, but she never complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has been in remission the past couple of years! We make a visit to the &lt;a href="http://www.chkd.org/"&gt;Children's Hospital of The King's Daughters &lt;/a&gt;every August to see the Pediatric Rheumatologist. She enjoys the visit and giggles during the exam as her legs and arms are bent in all different directions. Her doctor always says she looks amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful! Here are pictures of our visit yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVIbaHOH0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9_UaiX4WOPs/s1600/P1010932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVIbaHOH0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9_UaiX4WOPs/s400/P1010932.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHKD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVIjWkpmII/AAAAAAAAAH0/OTFkkrBlN0k/s1600/P1010934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVIjWkpmII/AAAAAAAAAH0/OTFkkrBlN0k/s400/P1010934.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the doctor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVIyMlDPgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZQcxVC0rty4/s1600/P1010938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVIyMlDPgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZQcxVC0rty4/s400/P1010938.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing with the statues after the appointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVI2JrkVwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4TqdQ4UQRNw/s1600/P1010939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVI2JrkVwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4TqdQ4UQRNw/s400/P1010939.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bear Julianne keeps asking for at Costco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVI_7Nez9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4csVscU6Sfo/s1600/P1010941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVI_7Nez9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4csVscU6Sfo/s400/P1010941.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Julianne and our friend Dawn &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVJEQfkROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VlFy_xzPunw/s1600/P1010942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVJEQfkROI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VlFy_xzPunw/s400/P1010942.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After lunch at Olive Garden&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-2334315788500254762?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kidshealth.org/parent/medical/arthritis/jra.html' title='Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2334315788500254762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2334315788500254762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2334315788500254762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2334315788500254762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/08/juvenile-rheumatoid-arthritis.html' title='Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THVMK6I2QeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cnK9wPZrgoU/s72-c/Julies+knee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-6352251733536737176</id><published>2010-08-22T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:30:56.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father/Daughter Dance</title><content type='html'>Once a year our church has a dance for Dads and their daughters. Charles always has two dates! The girls look forward to the special evening. Charles actually dances with his girls...dancing is not something he particularly enjoys, but he loves to encourage the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THHBlwqbrTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sdq05bWtinE/s1600/P1010907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THHBlwqbrTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sdq05bWtinE/s400/P1010907.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the garden before they left for the dance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THHCoRmMFoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cPp1v9Xtk7A/s1600/P1010913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THHCoRmMFoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cPp1v9Xtk7A/s400/P1010913.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Victoria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THHCJj7XoXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iqDUEjvWZjA/s1600/P1010899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THHCJj7XoXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iqDUEjvWZjA/s400/P1010899.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Julianne&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THHCVhrW6TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uaflKYikfW0/s400/P1010901.JPG" width="300" /&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/27413557-6352251733536737176?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/6352251733536737176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=6352251733536737176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/6352251733536737176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/6352251733536737176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/08/fatherdaughter-dance.html' title='Father/Daughter Dance'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/THHBlwqbrTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sdq05bWtinE/s72-c/P1010907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-6313910181171446919</id><published>2010-08-12T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:53:58.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busch Gardens</title><content type='html'>Charles' mom came for a visit about almost two weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; July 31 (Saturday) we went to Busch Gardens. We definitely had a fabulous time once we got there and look forward to using our passes again during the end of the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQCHpBzjiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MLDYExAcXcY/s1600/P1010687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQCHpBzjiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MLDYExAcXcY/s400/P1010687.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken as we first came in the gate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Right after the picture above was taken had Nate and Julianne measured for wristbands. Julianne was excited because she can ride everything. Nate was right at the line of two color bands, they gave him the one that allowed him to go on less rides, so we just took it off and had him measured at every ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a family that enjoys roller coasters, at least most of us. Julianne has tried riding them a few times because I would encourage her, but she always comes off crying. During this trip she decided on her own to try one of the roller coasters. I think it is one of the mild ones, it was the only one Nate was tall enough to ride. He had a blast. She was terrified, but didn't cry until she saw her dad after the ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQCagqvaQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i0rjqnPhEPI/s1600/P1010695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQCagqvaQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i0rjqnPhEPI/s400/P1010695.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture makes me laugh because it is before we went on any rides. Just Julianne making her funny faces.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We are one of &lt;i&gt;those &lt;/i&gt;families that use to drive me crazy. We usually skip the lines and enter through the exit. The first time I realize this was something we could do I was so grateful! Jacob has a difficult standing in a line with all the people around him, so this privilege is a lifesaver. The only problem with it is that most parks only allow 4 people. Jacob enjoys that too though because it means he gets to ride twice! Last year when we went with the teens to Kings Dominion he went with his friends and they loved the privilege. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQC2HPqiiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/235R0CTPYhs/s1600/P1010706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQC2HPqiiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/235R0CTPYhs/s400/P1010706.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a typical sight getting on the rides. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria is a thrill-seeker to the extreme. She will be the one to bungee jump, sky dive, etc. I love that she has no fear in this area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQCeIppklI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TW1_URoDR5A/s1600/P1010696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQCeIppklI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TW1_URoDR5A/s400/P1010696.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smile never leaves at an amusement park (unless we spend too much time on "boring" rides. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went on the water rapids ride. Everyone gets wet on this ride, but one or two on the raft usually get drenched. I usually escape without getting drenched...not this time! The first ride Charles, Jacob, Nate, and I went. I told Charles he could go with the girls and Jacob the second ride. By the end Charles and I were so wet I knew he was not going to go again so I volunteered. I got even wetter the second time! There are 4 waterfalls on one side of the rapids. I was hit by all 3! I wore my running shoes so my feet wouldn't hurt. This was a big mistake! I felt like I was walking in puddles for the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQDLIKpE5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6-lgfd1oqOI/s1600/P1010715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQDLIKpE5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6-lgfd1oqOI/s400/P1010715.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of us in the family dryer.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We definitely look forward to going back! I hope to go with the oldest two and Charles at some point so that we can ride all the roller coasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-6313910181171446919?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/6313910181171446919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=6313910181171446919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/6313910181171446919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/6313910181171446919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/08/busch-gardens.html' title='Busch Gardens'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGQCHpBzjiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MLDYExAcXcY/s72-c/P1010687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-993726010129198460</id><published>2010-08-10T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:21:05.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He cut his hair!</title><content type='html'>For awhile now I knew Nate needed a haircut. It was getting really long, but I think he could pull off almost any style.&amp;nbsp; I took the kids to get a haircut and Nate was throwing a fit.&amp;nbsp; He said he did not want anyone to get near him with a pair of scissors.&amp;nbsp; I told him his grandmother was coming and it would be great if he got his hair trimmed.&amp;nbsp; When we arrived Nate's hair was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGFB69OTZHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Iz-NS6V-wms/s1600/512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGFB69OTZHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Iz-NS6V-wms/s400/512.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we got there he looked through the books with many different hair styles. He picked a lot of styles that are for people with thick hair (Nate, Julianne, and I have thin hair).&amp;nbsp; Finally he picked out a picture he wanted his hair to look like.&amp;nbsp; Honestly my heart dropped!&amp;nbsp; While I wanted his hair cut, I still surprise myself that I like it longer.&amp;nbsp; He told me he thought his grandmother would like the one he picked.&amp;nbsp; She he got his hair cut like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGFCDMH9yRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mDGjyzARL2I/s1600/P1010698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGFCDMH9yRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mDGjyzARL2I/s400/P1010698.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think it looks good, but I was sad to see his long hair covering the floor.&amp;nbsp; I knew Charles would be happy, He has been saying Nate needed a haircut for a long time, but he surprised me.&amp;nbsp; He told Nate he like his hair, but thought he looked good with the longer hair.&amp;nbsp; The one thing about short hair that I like is that it is easy to wash, but the one thing that drives me crazy is that it takes more work.&amp;nbsp; My boys have a cowlick at the back of their head that needs to be brushed just so and then sprayed with hairspray so it will cooperate.&amp;nbsp; For now...I can see his beautiful blue eyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-993726010129198460?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/993726010129198460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=993726010129198460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/993726010129198460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/993726010129198460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-cut-his-hair.html' title='He cut his hair!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TGFB69OTZHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Iz-NS6V-wms/s72-c/512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-1191866140536268</id><published>2010-08-06T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:41:19.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 Marathon Training</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;As some of you may know, I am in the process of training for the &lt;a href="http://virginia-beach.competitor.com/"&gt;Rock 'n' Roll Half-Marathon&lt;/a&gt;. I started working out again at the beginning of May. At that point I could only run for a minute before I walked for a minute. Tomorrow we are scheduled to run 9 miles! This is a big scary, but I can run most of it (and I have lost 20 pounds so far)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago we set out for almost 8 miles (I ran for the first 75 minutes). Charles told me the first thing he thought of when I came home and talked about my run was "how stupid" (he can't imagine running for so long on purpose). It is odd to say I ran for so long, but I am excited to continue adding to the length of my run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably pretty close to the course we will be running tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="700px" src="http://js.mapmyfitness.com/embed/blogview.html?r=85ec068dc84a35b674f63feebe0efc6c&amp;amp;u=e&amp;amp;t=run" width="100%"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/run/united-states/va/virginia-beach/341128111155835780"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;08/06/2010 Route&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br/&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/find-run/united-states/va/virginia-beach"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Find more Runs in Virginia Beach, Virginia&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-1191866140536268?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/1191866140536268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=1191866140536268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1191866140536268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1191866140536268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/08/12-marathon-training.html' title='1/2 Marathon Training'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2027801112546847033</id><published>2010-07-19T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:50:58.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bern, NC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERq0cCs45I/AAAAAAAAACw/JYIAt-AY1Hg/s1600/506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERq0cCs45I/AAAAAAAAACw/JYIAt-AY1Hg/s320/506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Charles has been looking for a job for almost two years now. He had a  temporary job at the post office, but he has finally been offered a job  and started today. We decided as a family to use our time-share for two  days in New Bern, NC to spend some quality time together before started  his job. We were not sure what to expect, but the resort was amazing and  New Bern was beautiful and rich with history.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERrT2jcmpI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUTRvUdoViw/s1600/P1010545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERrT2jcmpI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUTRvUdoViw/s320/P1010545.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a lot of adventures (more to come) this summer, but this is the first time Charles was able to get away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to take picture of my children, although they are not always excited about my constant use of the camera. Julianne seems to be starting her own fascination with taking pictures (which I love to see). I gave her my old camera to use. Here are some of my favorite pictures of the kids during our trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERq9zLvKQI/AAAAAAAAADA/ccuFZZr9Dqs/s1600/583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERq9zLvKQI/AAAAAAAAADA/ccuFZZr9Dqs/s400/583.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria is a beautiful girl, but it is often difficult to get a natural smile.&amp;nbsp; This is one of my favorite pictures of her and you can't see it, but her dad agreed to let her wear a little bit of makeup. She started wearing mascara along with wearing her contacts every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERrPInh_jI/AAAAAAAAADY/zVu5NxMEEMM/s1600/595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERrPInh_jI/AAAAAAAAADY/zVu5NxMEEMM/s400/595.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jacob does not like his picture taken, so photos of him, especially good pictures is a bit difficult, but I knew he would be excited about taking a picture with a cannon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERrKrxdRZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WHnLJovAotg/s1600/580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERrKrxdRZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WHnLJovAotg/s320/580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERwhgbl6eI/AAAAAAAAADo/rQFnrCfUzAQ/s1600/P1010487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERwhgbl6eI/AAAAAAAAADo/rQFnrCfUzAQ/s400/P1010487.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love Nate's hair long (never thought I would say that), but it is time for a haircut. He does not want one. Hopefully it will happen in the next week or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many great pictures of Julianne! She loves her picture taken. So I am picking a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERxTR_trfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5jTnoWO16fg/s1600/586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERxTR_trfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5jTnoWO16fg/s400/586.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERxKgRLWwI/AAAAAAAAADw/kquHXwdTW3o/s1600/504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERxKgRLWwI/AAAAAAAAADw/kquHXwdTW3o/s320/504.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Bern is the Birthplace of Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne is a nut, definitely apparent in this picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERxLI-tyiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HtkSwrSjVrs/s1600/78a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERxLI-tyiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HtkSwrSjVrs/s320/78a.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/27413557-2027801112546847033?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2027801112546847033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2027801112546847033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2027801112546847033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2027801112546847033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-bern-nc.html' title='New Bern, NC'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249215386571990193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/SR7Dq8K0spI/AAAAAAAAABI/d7zErZtrAiY/S220/Melissa+at+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8w-LEb9L2Dw/TERq0cCs45I/AAAAAAAAACw/JYIAt-AY1Hg/s72-c/506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-8703996519348156442</id><published>2008-11-12T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:15:23.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julianne's special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julianne turned 8 last Monday!  Where has the time gone?  She is now in 3rd grade and is a ball of fun!  She definitely keeps us on our toes.  We had a birthday party for her on Sunday night since the kids had no school on Monday including some of her favorite adult friends, the Garner boys (a family we love to spend time with), and three girls that were able to spend the night.  I am so grateful to have such a fun-loving, but God fearing daughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVaY3MRTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kJ6plbS0d64/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVaY3MRTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kJ6plbS0d64/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267968469723006258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVaY3MRTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kJ6plbS0d64/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Julianne at the beach on her birthday.  It was a beautiful day!  She is passionate about the ocean.  It is difficult to keep her out of it.  I love this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVbAidM-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/GdlWubTg6G4/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVbAidM-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/GdlWubTg6G4/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267968480373453794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVbAidM-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/GdlWubTg6G4/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Julianne is also crazy about horses.  This is the present Victoria made for her.  She used a pair of old jean for her canvas and we bought a bamboo frame to put it in.  Victoria usually makes all of her gifts now, but Julianne specifically asked if Victoria would make her a gift and not buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVbcIH5xI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QFNTpcqlw7w/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVbcIH5xI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QFNTpcqlw7w/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVbcIH5xI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QFNTpcqlw7w/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVbcIH5xI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QFNTpcqlw7w/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267968487779198738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVbcIH5xI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QFNTpcqlw7w/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;These are the girls that were a part of Julianne's slumber party.  I thought it would be great to have a picture of them with the ocean in the background.  This is Gayle's deck (our landlord who lives right next to us.  We love to go up there and view the ocean.   We are grateful to have such an amazing friendship with Gayle.  All of the kids love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVcSEvMWI/AAAAAAAAA9w/t5Qnjj3cmn8/s1600-h/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVcSEvMWI/AAAAAAAAA9w/t5Qnjj3cmn8/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267968502260511074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the boys who attended the evening portion of her party!  In the back:  Nathan (Julianne and Nathan are a little over a week apart in age), Jacob, and Aaron.  In the front:  Nate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaden&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-8703996519348156442?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/8703996519348156442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=8703996519348156442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8703996519348156442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8703996519348156442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2008/11/juliannes-special-day.html' title='Julianne&apos;s special Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRuVaY3MRTI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kJ6plbS0d64/s72-c/IMG_1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-5512340703483099145</id><published>2008-11-11T10:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:27:08.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqJiIazCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/UiuJWAi_vbY/s1600-h/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Burch Children the last week of October. I am amazed at how big they are getting. This is the beach where we live. There are dunes between our home and the beach the kids always want to play on, but it is not allowed. This is as close as they get :) We have truly been blessed to live where we do and have the amazing landlord that we have. It makes it difficult to want to move from the tiny place we live in, but we know the time is coming. We were fortunate to spend the summer here at the beach and have now been here over 8 months. It really opens my eyes more and more to the majesty of the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqJiIazCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/UiuJWAi_vbY/s1600-h/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqJiIazCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/UiuJWAi_vbY/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267428319944166434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqL2nXJSI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Tqer1k3BMTI/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqL2nXJSI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Tqer1k3BMTI/s320/IMG_1054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267428359802397986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqL2nXJSI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Tqer1k3BMTI/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Charles and Victoria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' on the beach. Victoria is growing up way too quickly. She is very helpful around the house and is considerate of others. I can't believe she is going to be ten next month. Where has the time gone? Yet she also seems so much older!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqKf9ceiI/AAAAAAAAA84/tbq-aXDXVHY/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Charles playing on the beach with the kids.  Look at the amazing throw that Julianne had and of course they were all excited when Charles hit it!  They all wanted to run and "get him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqKf9ceiI/AAAAAAAAA84/tbq-aXDXVHY/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267428336541137442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqLWHCOoI/AAAAAAAAA9I/g1vexyCPARM/s1600-h/IMG_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqLWHCOoI/AAAAAAAAA9I/g1vexyCPARM/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267428351076874882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jacob and I spent time playing at the water's edge.  I am truly mesmerized by the water.  I can tell it has the same qualities for Jacob as well.  Jacob has sprouted past me over the last couple of months...I know it is not long until the others are looking down at me as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqKypINGI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5_MSq-pVUbA/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqKypINGI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5_MSq-pVUbA/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267428341556196450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqKypINGI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5_MSq-pVUbA/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Charles took this picture when he had possession of the camera.  I love taking these types of pictures.  I 'm glad he took this picture because there are not very many pictures of me floating around because I always have the camera.  I enjoy taking prayer walks on this beach, watching my children play in the water, inviting others to spend time with me at the beach, and just watching the power of the water.  I fell truly blessed by my family and the location we live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/27413557-5512340703483099145?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/5512340703483099145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=5512340703483099145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/5512340703483099145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/5512340703483099145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2008/11/burch-children-last-week-of-october.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SRmqJiIazCI/AAAAAAAAA8w/UiuJWAi_vbY/s72-c/IMG_1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-7354978304945752186</id><published>2008-06-10T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:22.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Daughter Dance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The second week of May our church had a dance for Father's and their daughters.  It was a bit of a struggle to convince Charles that it would be a terrific thing for him to take the girls to, but alas they went and had a fabulous time!  The girls look beautiful and Charles look dashing as they drove off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SE7gQMbvwSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vDtVib9L4xk/s1600-h/P1010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210348387734372642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SE7gQMbvwSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vDtVib9L4xk/s320/P1010037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate wanted to be in all of the pictures, but I told him he could be in the last one before his dad and the girls left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SE7gQws2qII/AAAAAAAAAtI/N73_0Uw_IuI/s1600-h/P1010038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210348397469804674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SE7gQws2qII/AAAAAAAAAtI/N73_0Uw_IuI/s320/P1010038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathanael was all dressed up because he was ready to take me on a date.  I told him it did not matter if he wore a t-shirt and jeans, but he insisted on changing into a collared shirt.  The picture below is after we arrived home from our date.  We were suppose to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and perhaps to the bookstore.  He said a date had to be to a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restraunt&lt;/span&gt;.  We went to a sit down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restraunt&lt;/span&gt; and he even took me out to dessert afterwards.  He wanted to play marbles on the floor of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; Bread;)  My "date" fell asleep on the way home.  He was wore out from all the on the spot planning.  He will be great at those encouraging dates when he gets older!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SE7gRdsF5qI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/IxEAH_Vg-Bk/s1600-h/P1010040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210348409546204834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SE7gRdsF5qI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/IxEAH_Vg-Bk/s320/P1010040.jpg" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-7354978304945752186?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/7354978304945752186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=7354978304945752186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/7354978304945752186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/7354978304945752186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2008/06/father-daughter-dance.html' title='Father Daughter Dance...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SE7gQMbvwSI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vDtVib9L4xk/s72-c/P1010037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-7736369727569255590</id><published>2008-04-28T09:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:24.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The close of another busy weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXbzr_DN2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/BoBPjHag1hA/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194299426268723042" style="WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="273" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXbzr_DN2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/BoBPjHag1hA/s320/P1010036.JPG" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny I was just surfing some other blogs, trying to get my bearings on what I wanted to start with since it really has been a long time since I have posted some content on my blog. I think I make myself feel way too guilty for not doing it. So I ran into this other webpage that talked about blogging without obligation. Now I did not like some of the pages content on the border so I will not post it for others, but some of what it said really hit home. My life has been very busy over the last few months; often I feel like I don't have time to breathe. I certainly want to keep family and friends up to date on pictures and activities (by the way, Charles and I quickly hop on Facebook almost everyday). I downloaded the pictures from my camera on Friday and there were 141 pictures I had taken since February. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXb0L_DN3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/bF7G1OS70b4/s1600-h/P1010118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194299434858657650" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="305" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXb0L_DN3I/AAAAAAAAAsE/bF7G1OS70b4/s320/P1010118.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXb07_DN5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/te48jXGC_Ek/s1600-h/P1010096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194299447743559570" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" height="306" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXb07_DN5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/te48jXGC_Ek/s320/P1010096.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXej7_DN9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/CS3fVnJ7C1I/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194302454220666834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXej7_DN9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/CS3fVnJ7C1I/s320/P1010109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been raining a lot lately. Honestly I love the rain. I am a bit tired of it, but I know we have needed it. It was beautiful on Friday and Saturday. I went to the beach with my girlfriends on Friday and with my family and friends on Saturday. We pulled out the barbecue on Saturday night and had a great night with friends over. Jacob and I walked to a baptism in the ocean yesterday! Actually two! It is great to be able to walk on the beach with my son, or run in the sand with him. He and I are the same height now. Crazy... By his birthday he will be ginormous!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXb17_DN6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/5mO4a6GpfgQ/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194299464923428770" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="228" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXb17_DN6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/5mO4a6GpfgQ/s320/P1010113.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXb8b_DN7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ixcq3F2ZACM/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194299576592578482" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="224" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXb8b_DN7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ixcq3F2ZACM/s320/P1010114.JPG" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-7736369727569255590?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/7736369727569255590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=7736369727569255590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/7736369727569255590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/7736369727569255590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2008/04/close-of-another-busy-weekend.html' title='The close of another busy weekend...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/SBXbzr_DN2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/BoBPjHag1hA/s72-c/P1010036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-1971085222481864800</id><published>2008-02-20T11:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:25.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months! YIKES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R7xWvzxbhnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Kg_JcvY6WiE/s1600-h/P1010204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169101851665860210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R7xWvzxbhnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Kg_JcvY6WiE/s320/P1010204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Julianne and the skateboard she received for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over two months since my last post! Well most of you who really know us well, know that we have A HUGE amount of things going on currently in our lives. Charles is getting out of the Navy on the 29th of February. We are still working on a lot of logistical things. With 10 years and 11 months in the military, separation is not easy. We have been praying about this for almost a year now and know that we are making the right decision, but beyond knowing that God has a plan for us and trusting in His plan, there are still a lot of unknowns. We are staying here in Virginia Beach. We have an amazing church family and our chilren, especially Jacob, are doing fantastic in school. I have not forgotten about keeping the blog updated and as soon as I have the opportunity, I will get some pictures posted and will be current once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-1971085222481864800?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/1971085222481864800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=1971085222481864800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1971085222481864800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1971085222481864800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-months-yikes.html' title='Two Months! YIKES!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R7xWvzxbhnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Kg_JcvY6WiE/s72-c/P1010204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-535643943551738769</id><published>2007-12-12T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:25.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Year Anniversary Trip:  St. Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R2BGKFpqVcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/q_4yOXGDZYw/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143187913586660802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R2BGKFpqVcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/q_4yOXGDZYw/s320/P1010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mommyburch"&gt;Picasa Web Albums - Charles and Melissa&lt;/a&gt; (Click on the link to see all of our pictures from St. Thomas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles and I were fortunate enough to spend our 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary in St. Thomas. We actually had no idea if we were going to be able to take a trip or not. He put in a leave chit in October and did not hear back until less than two weeks before it was time to plan. Charles was out to sea so I had to plan our trip...where to go, where to stay, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so much research. Charles was really set on going on a cruise. The problem was that there were no cruises that fit his leave period, other than a few that were three days. I wanted something that was a bit longer. I was thinking Mexico, but then I remembered neither one of us have passports so that was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to think, where can we go that is tropical, but we don't need passports? The U.S. Virgin Islands. Once I had that figured out, I began to do research on the best places to stay. I thought about doing an all inclusive resort, but I settled on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bellavista&lt;/span&gt; Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast. That was the best decision I could have made! Not only was the place very homey and beautifully kept, it had an amazing view, and Wendy (the owner) went out of her way to make our stay perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we could not have left the children without the help of many families! We are so grateful, knowing that our children were in loving hands and were having fun. When we called to talk to them on Thanksgiving all of the phone calls were short because they were having so much fun they did not want to stop and talk to us for very long. So much for the kids missing us! Oh well, we felt like the vacation was not long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-535643943551738769?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://picasaweb.google.com/mommyburch' title='10 Year Anniversary Trip:  St. Thomas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/535643943551738769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=535643943551738769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/535643943551738769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/535643943551738769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-year-anniversary-trip-st-thomas.html' title='10 Year Anniversary Trip:  St. Thomas'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R2BGKFpqVcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/q_4yOXGDZYw/s72-c/P1010084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-8568040434663687699</id><published>2007-12-01T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:25.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics from the Dependents Day cruise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1Ia-FpqTkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/iNwmWOOwk6I/s1600-R/PB170106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139199778754285122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1Ia-FpqTkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/sHA4_6aTaW8/s320/PB170106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1IVt1pqTgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EZDKj0YAwo8/s1600-R/PB170106.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The four of us at the end of the day. I wanted the get the sunset and the flag in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1IVuVpqThI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9TdoZF4Yvb8/s1600-R/PB170076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139194010613206546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1IVuVpqThI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/B45ZppmZjL8/s320/PB170076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We tried to take this picture over and over; Victoria kept making all types of crazy faces and body movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1IVu1pqTiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/opH7Fi8BYnE/s1600-R/PB170042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139194019203141154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1IVu1pqTiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ed9-43wRpas/s320/PB170042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Victoria had so much fun putting all the firefighting gear on. She put on everything, carrying everything the adult sailor does when they are fighting fires. She even put the tank on her back. In the picture below, she and she and Jacob are holding the hose. The front of the hose is very heavy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1IVvFpqTjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kJqDG1HYCSw/s1600-R/PB170047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139194023498108466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1IVvFpqTjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0YTIOd-HLXY/s320/PB170047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-8568040434663687699?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/8568040434663687699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=8568040434663687699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8568040434663687699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8568040434663687699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-pics-from-dependents-day-cruise.html' title='More pics from the Dependents Day cruise...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R1Ia-FpqTkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/sHA4_6aTaW8/s72-c/PB170106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-1254895770047608645</id><published>2007-11-29T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:26.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependents Day Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob, Victoria and I were able to go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charles&lt;/span&gt;' ship on November 17t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; for the Dependents Day Cruise.  Julianne and Nate were too young (you have to be 8).   The kids had a blast.  I was sick for the first 2/3 of the day.  I knew I would be, but I also knew that for the kids to go I would have to go because part of Charles' job is sea and anchor and he would have to be working for at least part of the time the ship was gone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UXMoL3sI/AAAAAAAAATg/8SqImDzgT3s/s1600-h/PB170029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138277719868169922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UXMoL3sI/AAAAAAAAATg/8SqImDzgT3s/s320/PB170029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob and Victoria were so excited to watch their dad work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UYcoL3tI/AAAAAAAAATo/nbSWl4Z3oDI/s1600-h/PB170062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138277741343006418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UYcoL3tI/AAAAAAAAATo/nbSWl4Z3oDI/s320/PB170062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victoria was wanted to shoot the guns.  We were just minutes to slow eating.  Boy was she mad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UZMoL3uI/AAAAAAAAATw/LEXYjS4rYHo/s1600-h/PB170032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138277754227908322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UZMoL3uI/AAAAAAAAATw/LEXYjS4rYHo/s320/PB170032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was windy and cold, but we still had a great time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UZsoL3vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gJpF-DG_YuE/s1600-h/PB170020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138277762817842930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UZsoL3vI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gJpF-DG_YuE/s320/PB170020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is not too often I get them this close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UbcoL3wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6ckYLTCY_6I/s1600-h/PB170044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138277792882614018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UbcoL3wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/6ckYLTCY_6I/s320/PB170044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't Jacob look great!&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/27413557-1254895770047608645?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/1254895770047608645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=1254895770047608645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1254895770047608645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1254895770047608645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/11/dependents-day-cruise.html' title='Dependents Day Cruise'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/R07UXMoL3sI/AAAAAAAAATg/8SqImDzgT3s/s72-c/PB170029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-1478775801933742056</id><published>2007-11-16T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:28.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday Julianne!!! (It was November 3rd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My little girl turned 7 at the beginning of the month!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133497090555239970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3YZ8oL3iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/boJozAYuqpE/s320/PB030012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I really take pride in the cakes I make for the kids.  I have not thrown Julianne her actually birthday party yet.  We just had her family party, but I ran out of time to make her a cake so I had to buy her a cake.  Victoria and I saw this puppy dog cake at the store and knew she would love it.  She really did!  But for me, it was just not the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3aJMoL3nI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TY_gals_27Q/s1600-h/PB030043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133499001815686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3aJMoL3nI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TY_gals_27Q/s320/PB030043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julianne and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133497107735109170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3Ya8oL3jI/AAAAAAAAASY/QNhks6IIM3k/s320/PB030026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So Uncle Jim and Aunt Teresa sent Julianne this great Barbie horse that actually walks and a stable and a Barbie to go with it!!!  Wow was she excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133497112030076482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3YbMoL3kI/AAAAAAAAASg/thGjEvfZCXk/s320/PB030028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133497120620011090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3YbsoL3lI/AAAAAAAAASo/GGSixPRxxdI/s320/PB030031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What kid doesn't love to get money for their birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133497124914978402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3Yb8oL3mI/AAAAAAAAASw/kMrWbQtrsAc/s320/PB030035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julianne and Dawn with her presents from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Klent&lt;/span&gt; and Dawn.  A High School Musical 2 CD and Necklace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133499031880457906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3aK8oL3rI/AAAAAAAAATY/jpp6W7gU8Z0/s320/PB030033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Mikey at the party.  He is a family friend that we have lived close to since Charles and Brad were recruiting together in Sacramento.  Now they are spending their last couple of months together on the USS Ross before Charles gets off the ship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133499023290523282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3aKcoL3pI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ev3ZZGM3xq4/s320/PB030048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Charles and I...Yeah a picture together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133499010405621378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3aJsoL3oI/AAAAAAAAATA/dgVT2bZveI4/s320/PB030046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Julianne wanted a silly picture.  This is great!  This is our neighbor Jenn, her son Dallas, and of course my three goof balls Nate, Julianne, and Victoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3aKsoL3qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/kni3MtCUmAQ/s1600-h/PB040051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133499027585490594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3aKsoL3qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/kni3MtCUmAQ/s320/PB040051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob wanted me to take a picture of the three of us after everyone else was in bed at the end of the night...here is the result&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-1478775801933742056?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/1478775801933742056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=1478775801933742056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1478775801933742056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1478775801933742056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-7th-birthday-julianne-it-was.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday Julianne!!! (It was November 3rd)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3YZ8oL3iI/AAAAAAAAASQ/boJozAYuqpE/s72-c/PB030012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-3548848941528900832</id><published>2007-11-16T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:29.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V7MoL3eI/AAAAAAAAARw/mX2h7eA6Awo/s1600-h/PA310001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133494363251006946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V7MoL3eI/AAAAAAAAARw/mX2h7eA6Awo/s320/PA310001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V7coL3fI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HVV_KJr77yM/s1600-h/PA310004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133494367545974258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V7coL3fI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HVV_KJr77yM/s320/PA310004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V7soL3gI/AAAAAAAAASA/esaQFD71VaY/s1600-h/PA310009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133494371840941570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V7soL3gI/AAAAAAAAASA/esaQFD71VaY/s320/PA310009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V8MoL3hI/AAAAAAAAASI/f8P_093X-ow/s1600-h/PA310010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133494380430876178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V8MoL3hI/AAAAAAAAASI/f8P_093X-ow/s320/PA310010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 16 days since Halloween, but I it has been a busy month. We have had a lot of things going on. The kids had a great time. Victoria originally wanted to be a witch again for Halloween, but after Greek day, she wanted to be Greek, so I came up with her costume the only about an hour or so before it was time to go out trick or treating. Jacob seems to always have trouble behaving around Halloween so he walked around with Charles and I. We did let him go back to the house towards the end to hand out candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-3548848941528900832?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/3548848941528900832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=3548848941528900832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3548848941528900832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3548848941528900832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rz3V7MoL3eI/AAAAAAAAARw/mX2h7eA6Awo/s72-c/PA310001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2845929903955819578</id><published>2007-10-23T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:31.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julianne's Pony Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Wanna Ride the Pony Daddy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6ENROGEII/AAAAAAAAARI/gn3rYgh6_HI/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124678789489889410" style="WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="251" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6ENROGEII/AAAAAAAAARI/gn3rYgh6_HI/s320/P1010025.JPG" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For Christmas last year Julianne received a cute stuffed horse from her Uncle Jim and Aunt Teresa. Along with the stuffed animal were 4 printed certificates for riding a horse. Between the chaos of the summer and everything else we have had going on, Sunday was the first day we were able to take her for a pony ride. She had a blast! For a half an hour she rode Radish up and down a dirt road at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oceana&lt;/span&gt; Stables while Charles lead him. Jacob stayed at the front fence and petted a horse while Nate, Victoria, and I walked to the left of the pony. After the first time up and back Nate did not want to walk any more and stayed back with Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6ENxOGEJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/50UBIOAEp6M/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124678798079824018" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" height="292" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6ENxOGEJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/50UBIOAEp6M/s320/P1010007.JPG" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOBOGEKI/AAAAAAAAARY/06ciYiH-uoE/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124678802374791330" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOBOGEKI/AAAAAAAAARY/06ciYiH-uoE/s320/P1010008.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOBOGEKI/AAAAAAAAARY/06ciYiH-uoE/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOBOGEKI/AAAAAAAAARY/06ciYiH-uoE/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOROGELI/AAAAAAAAARg/J8rUEXK6p8s/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124678806669758642" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" height="275" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOROGELI/AAAAAAAAARg/J8rUEXK6p8s/s320/P1010009.JPG" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOBOGEKI/AAAAAAAAARY/06ciYiH-uoE/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOhOGEMI/AAAAAAAAARo/hwFDfw5JlFc/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124678810964725954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6EOhOGEMI/AAAAAAAAARo/hwFDfw5JlFc/s320/P1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Victoria took took this picture of me. I am wearing my new glasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CehOGEDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_7ShtOXAiu8/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124676886819377202" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" height="295" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CehOGEDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_7ShtOXAiu8/s320/P1010018.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfBOGEEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2X3V1o_eDsQ/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124676895409311810" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="229" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfBOGEEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2X3V1o_eDsQ/s320/P1010016.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfBOGEEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2X3V1o_eDsQ/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfBOGEEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2X3V1o_eDsQ/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radish was very spirited and did not want to stay on course. This girl was riding her horse in the pasture and without being asked decided it might help if she would ride her horse on the road next to Radish to give him some guidance. We thought this displayed a great heart. The girls were intrigued by the fact that she was riding bareback. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfxOGEGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Dd1GEA8AyVw/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124676908294213730" style="WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfxOGEGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Dd1GEA8AyVw/s320/P1010023.JPG" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfhOGEFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/d6gnvlavqYE/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124676903999246418" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfhOGEFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/d6gnvlavqYE/s320/P1010022.JPG" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CfhOGEFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/d6gnvlavqYE/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys were having fun at the front of the stables. All of the kids enjoy animals and I was going to say the boys love mischief as well, but to be honest all the kids are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CgBOGEHI/AAAAAAAAARA/7IJ_sJMSTbM/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124676912589181042" style="WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="241" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6CgBOGEHI/AAAAAAAAARA/7IJ_sJMSTbM/s320/P1010024.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julianne ending her exciting day at the stables!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks Uncle Jim and Aunt Teresa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able get this video on the camera (the battery in our video camera was dead). The only bad thing about it is that it has no volume. I will figure out how to add music eventually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6bce53b458c259fd" 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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6bce53b458c259fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331218095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5976927895DA0851221DCED5AF5BF2ED70674DBA.6C87EF33414C3E4442532310278767CA58BA88E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bce53b458c259fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7FpXzZawph-1JCz3nT5U2fdobNU&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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6bce53b458c259fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331218095%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5976927895DA0851221DCED5AF5BF2ED70674DBA.6C87EF33414C3E4442532310278767CA58BA88E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bce53b458c259fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7FpXzZawph-1JCz3nT5U2fdobNU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-2845929903955819578?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6bce53b458c259fd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2845929903955819578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2845929903955819578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2845929903955819578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2845929903955819578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/10/juliannes-pony-ride.html' title='Julianne&apos;s Pony Ride'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rx6ENROGEII/AAAAAAAAARI/gn3rYgh6_HI/s72-c/P1010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2226000206519698907</id><published>2007-09-26T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:33.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Grandmother Visit... (Grandmother and Great Mother to the kids)</title><content type='html'>In the middle of August, Charles' mom and grandmother came for a visit. It is never long enough! I know that Mom had grand visions of all the things she wanted to do while she was here, but while she was in PA she broke her foot. We had a wonderful visit anyway! Just seeing the two of them is gift enough! We were able to go out and eat a couple of time, go to the movies, they got to see the girls swim and watch Jacob play Guitar Hero. We watched movies at home and taught mom how to play Killer Bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were here I was not feeling well. I started an antibiotic that made me very sick. It reacted to anything that had alcohol in it! By the way, there are many things that have alcohol in them....&lt;br /&gt;mouth wash&lt;br /&gt;hand soap&lt;br /&gt;face scrub&lt;br /&gt;conditioner&lt;br /&gt;vanilla&lt;br /&gt;I know there are more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrSNBOGD6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/rXJXkixmKb8/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114631447940304802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrSNBOGD6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/rXJXkixmKb8/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right before we drove them to the airport. Nate's hair was out of control!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrSNROGD7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Nh59GzrNqWc/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114631452235272114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrSNROGD7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Nh59GzrNqWc/s320/P1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charles and Mom (They were humoring me; I really wanted a picture of the two of them together). They look a lot alike don't they.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrSNhOGD8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/wL8TFdGDl84/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114631456530239426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrSNhOGD8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/wL8TFdGDl84/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Charles and Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ8BOGD1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/fNVuWoCR5SM/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114630056370900818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ8BOGD1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/fNVuWoCR5SM/s320/P1010017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four Generations: Grandmother (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AnnaMary&lt;/span&gt; Reader), Mom (Sheryl Burch), Charles, and Jacob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ8xOGD2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ze0Do8Ejfj4/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114630069255802722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ8xOGD2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ze0Do8Ejfj4/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and the girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ9BOGD3I/AAAAAAAAAME/2EgvTNYGUIQ/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114630073550770034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ9BOGD3I/AAAAAAAAAME/2EgvTNYGUIQ/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandmother and Nathanael&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ9ROGD4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/k6SYZpChDqA/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114630077845737346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ9ROGD4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/k6SYZpChDqA/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mom, Victoria and Jacob at the park by our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ9hOGD5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/XwOmGFNnoBQ/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114630082140704658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrQ9hOGD5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/XwOmGFNnoBQ/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-2226000206519698907?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2226000206519698907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2226000206519698907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2226000206519698907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2226000206519698907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/09/mom-and-grandmother-visit-grandmother.html' title='Mom and Grandmother Visit... (Grandmother and Great Mother to the kids)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RvrSNBOGD6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/rXJXkixmKb8/s72-c/P1010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-1874700674917501559</id><published>2007-09-08T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:34.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busch Gardens on Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;During August Charles was very busy on the ship and had very little time off.  We did not see him much.  Over the Labor Day weekend he finally had some time off...4 days off!!!  On Labor Day, before the kids went back to school, we decided o take them to Busch Gardens again.  The great thing about having passes is that we don't have to feel obligated to stay until they close the park down.  Somehow Nate ended up in almost every picture I took that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNyOCAllNI/AAAAAAAAALc/VLZqjxpAQw8/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108051987751343314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNyOCAllNI/AAAAAAAAALc/VLZqjxpAQw8/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is a picture of the kids not long after we arrived at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNyOyAllOI/AAAAAAAAALk/kFv_jwnZcVo/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108052000636245218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNyOyAllOI/AAAAAAAAALk/kFv_jwnZcVo/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were all able to go on the bumper cars.  Nate was so small in the car with Charles that his head barely was visible from the front of the car and Julianne had trouble getting her car to move at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNyPCAllPI/AAAAAAAAALs/-_mY8E5VBV0/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108052004931212530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNyPCAllPI/AAAAAAAAALs/-_mY8E5VBV0/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I realized as we were about to leave the park that we did not have a family picture taken.  I found a gracious person to take our picture, but I know by this point I was worn out and ready to head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNv5yAllJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/N4HO0QpHpAM/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108049440835736722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNv5yAllJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/N4HO0QpHpAM/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Nate's first real roller coaster ride.  He was barely tall enough to get on.  It really was a stretch!  He is going to be right by our side as he reached the height requirements for each of the roller coasters.  He had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNv6CAllKI/AAAAAAAAALE/yLQ8k_f4J-4/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108049445130704034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNv6CAllKI/AAAAAAAAALE/yLQ8k_f4J-4/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;Nate and Charles waiting in line for the bumper cars.  The Big Bad Wolf track is off in the background.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNv6SAllLI/AAAAAAAAALM/Jd9IprNI_YE/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108049449425671346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNv6SAllLI/AAAAAAAAALM/Jd9IprNI_YE/s320/P1010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jacob and Nate sat down next to each other as we were walking out of the park and asked if I would take their picture.  What a precious moment.  Taking the kids places, especially four of them, can get a little nuts.  Jacob has many weaknesses, but he has so many strengths as well.  I am  encouraged by the genuine love he showers upon his brother.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Taking Jacob to an amusement park has huge advantages.  Most amusement parks (Disney, Busch Gardens, Universal, etc.) have programs for children (and adults) with special needs enabling them to bypass the main lines.  With Jacob we are usually able to move to the front of the line relatively quickly without a wait.  This is definitely a positive thing because lines and crowded spaces can be too much for Jacob to handle.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNv6iAllMI/AAAAAAAAALU/1ZHvf87qcIw/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108049453720638658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNv6iAllMI/AAAAAAAAALU/1ZHvf87qcIw/s320/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While Charles was taking Jacob and Victoria on the new roller coaster, The Griffin, I took Nate and Julianne to a few other rides that appealed to them.  Julianne is not interested in roller coasters at all at this point in her life.  That makes her an oddball in our family...of course we are all oddballs in some fashion or another!&lt;/span&gt;&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/27413557-1874700674917501559?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/1874700674917501559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=1874700674917501559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1874700674917501559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1874700674917501559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/09/busch-gardens-on-labor-day.html' title='Busch Gardens on Labor Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RuNyOCAllNI/AAAAAAAAALc/VLZqjxpAQw8/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-9173439836032313123</id><published>2007-09-05T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:36.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday was the first day of school for all of our children!!!  What does that means for me?  I am not really sure, other than it is really the first time I have had no children in the house since Jacob was born.  Yesterday I felt a bit guilty for taking it easy and not doing much, but today I am trying to come up with a plan.  I know it will take a while to figure out my schedule.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;Nate is actually the first one to leave in the morning.  His bus comes around around 7:25.  He was so excited to get onto the bus.  For the first month they have a green shirt they have to wear over their clothes to and from school so they are recognized as the Early Discoveries children.  The YMCA actually runs the Pre-K program for Virginia Beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7ymCAllHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ff4qAHjTmDI/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106785762673005682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7ymCAllHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ff4qAHjTmDI/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xryAllCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DoLnKtGmBxs/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784761945625634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xryAllCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DoLnKtGmBxs/s320/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xsSAllDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hpzJyII3qyo/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784770535560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xsSAllDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hpzJyII3qyo/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The girls have been ready all summer for school to start back up.  Julianne is now in the 2nd grade and Victoria is now in the 3rd grade.  They were ready to go back and see their friends, meet their teachers, and enjoy the everyday life of being in school.  The two week hiatus from swim team was also over yesterday, so they were back in the pool last night as well!  With new swimmers on the team, the girls were showing everyone the ropes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xsSAllEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/arulJEy0ekM/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784770535560258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xsSAllEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/arulJEy0ekM/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xsyAllFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Z47W3uS4-as/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784779125494866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xsyAllFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Z47W3uS4-as/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;Jacob started his 7th grade year yesterday.  With so many problems last year at the closest middle school and ending the year at the residential school, Jacob is now in a program for children with needs similar to his own.  I have been struggling for this now for years.  Jacob is so intelligent, often times it makes getting him the things he needs in school a challenge.  Jacob is now in a middle school 15 miles across town.  It is a huge school, but they have many great programs there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xtCAllGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QJevvaoZdD4/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106784783420462178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7xtCAllGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QJevvaoZdD4/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27413557-9173439836032313123?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/9173439836032313123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=9173439836032313123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/9173439836032313123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/9173439836032313123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rt7ymCAllHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ff4qAHjTmDI/s72-c/P1010033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2462750523777652041</id><published>2007-09-02T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:36.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with friends close to the heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;While we were in Texas we were able to spend some time with the Grove family. We met Shane and Chrystal when we lived in Virginia in 2001. Julianne was only a few months old, and they had just had Alexis. Chrystal needs some advise on being a mom. From that moment, our friendship blossomed. I was there with Chrystal when she had Josselyn. Shane was out to sea. She and the girls stayed at our house until Shane got home so that we could help her adjust to having two children. It was hard to leave such a close friendship when we moved to California. They soon moved to Texas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchoyAlk9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hF4RVbGASlo/s1600-h/Texas+07+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104585687150466002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchoyAlk9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hF4RVbGASlo/s320/Texas+07+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Burch and Grove Children (l to r): Josselyn, Nate, Victoria, Julianne, Jacob, Alexis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchpCAlk-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/via8KtTX_8w/s1600-h/Texas+07+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104585691445433314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchpCAlk-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/via8KtTX_8w/s320/Texas+07+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josselyn and Nate &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchpyAlk_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/szrxTjdhYSg/s1600-h/Texas+07+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104585704330335218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchpyAlk_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/szrxTjdhYSg/s320/Texas+07+114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Grove Family... near and dear to our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchpyAllAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1YA62bKKCI4/s1600-h/Texas+07+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104585704330335234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchpyAllAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1YA62bKKCI4/s320/Texas+07+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chrystal&lt;/span&gt; and I after we had been swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchqCAllBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BULPG81OoNA/s1600-h/Texas+07+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104585708625302546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchqCAllBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BULPG81OoNA/s320/Texas+07+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids eating lunch. My mom was great. She made lunch for us so that we could spend time together and not stress on making the food!&lt;br /&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/27413557-2462750523777652041?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2462750523777652041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2462750523777652041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2462750523777652041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2462750523777652041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/08/visit-with-friends-close-to-heart.html' title='A visit with friends close to the heart!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RtchoyAlk9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hF4RVbGASlo/s72-c/Texas+07+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-8182168259431622094</id><published>2007-08-24T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:37.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Texas trip pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many pictures from my trip. I will post one more set of pictures after this and then move on to August. These are all pictures with my mom and dad in them. Boy did we have a great time with them and do we ever miss them so very much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VJyAlk5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DpDJPVJuu50/s1600-h/Texas+07+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102390529365480338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VJyAlk5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DpDJPVJuu50/s320/Texas+07+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my mom and dad before church on the Sunday before we left to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VKSAlk6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/SASYXAW9-XA/s1600-h/Texas+07+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102390537955414946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VKSAlk6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/SASYXAW9-XA/s320/Texas+07+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is mom and I after church. I had already changed my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VKyAlk7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bB3l0fMhsnA/s1600-h/Texas+07+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102390546545349554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VKyAlk7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/bB3l0fMhsnA/s320/Texas+07+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Julianne and her '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ampa&lt;/span&gt; sitting outside enjoying some time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VLSAlk8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/8fEXNDRUd88/s1600-h/Texas+07+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102390555135284162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VLSAlk8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/8fEXNDRUd88/s320/Texas+07+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was an evening we decided to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; in the fire pit outside. We had a great time!&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/27413557-8182168259431622094?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/8182168259431622094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=8182168259431622094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8182168259431622094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8182168259431622094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-texas-trip-pictures.html' title='More Texas trip pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rs9VJyAlk5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DpDJPVJuu50/s72-c/Texas+07+100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-8984432937726279863</id><published>2007-08-20T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:39.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Worth Museum of Science and History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We arrived in Plano, Texas on July 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and were able to go the Fort Worth Museum of Science and History on the following Tuesday with my mom and dad. They were having a special exhibit on Star Wars . Most of my family is crazy about Star Wars, Jacob and Charles in particular; Julianne and Nate are also getting to that point. Victoria and I are not as into the Star Wars craze, but we had a great time at the museum. In Victoria's words..."We love exhibits."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX41yAlk2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BCxZUSzSkLo/s1600-h/Texas+07+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099755755907945314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX41yAlk2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BCxZUSzSkLo/s320/Texas+07+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX43yAlk3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/d8_VVAJkmDE/s1600-h/Texas+07+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099755790267683698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX43yAlk3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/d8_VVAJkmDE/s320/Texas+07+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob in front of R2-D2 and C-3PO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX30iAlkxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yjzbU9a92O8/s1600-h/Texas+07+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099754634921480978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX30iAlkxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yjzbU9a92O8/s320/Texas+07+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A token moment in front of some Storm Troopers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX31yAlkyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-PzAmIRbnnQ/s1600-h/Texas+07+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099754656396317474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX31yAlkyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/-PzAmIRbnnQ/s320/Texas+07+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It amazes me the size difference between Julianne and Nate and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wookies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX32CAlkzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Pc2BtwtNbM4/s1600-h/Texas+07+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099754660691284786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX32CAlkzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Pc2BtwtNbM4/s320/Texas+07+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom, Rhonda, and Victoria.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX34CAlk0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/IPkRgWuYAVE/s1600-h/Texas+07+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099754695051023170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX34CAlk0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/IPkRgWuYAVE/s320/Texas+07+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad, Casey, and Julianne.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX36SAlk1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/okBGtP1poKI/s1600-h/Texas+07+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099754733705728850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX36SAlk1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/okBGtP1poKI/s320/Texas+07+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victoria and Nate trying to make a robot that will stand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-8984432937726279863?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/8984432937726279863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=8984432937726279863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8984432937726279863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8984432937726279863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/08/fort-worth-museum-of-science-and.html' title='Fort Worth Museum of Science and History'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsX41yAlk2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/BCxZUSzSkLo/s72-c/Texas+07+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-786231745109661399</id><published>2007-08-14T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:39.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been way too long...we'll start in Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHJutwnzVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qwd8US1IhVw/s1600-h/Texas+07+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHJutwnzVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qwd8US1IhVw/s320/Texas+07+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098578057554808146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know that I have not updated in awhile. I have been very busy this summer. We were planning a trip to Plano, Texas to visit my parents as a family, but Charles did not get leave so I decided to drive by myself with the kids. It was a long drive... 1400 miles. To break up the trip I made a stop just outside of Atlanta, Georgia to see my sister, Alex, and her family. The Fosters moved from Carson City, NV. in 2005 and we moved from Elk Grove, Ca. in 2005. We have not been able to see them since that time. It was great to see them, but the visit was too short. The kids had a great time together! My three youngest children and Alex's kids are the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHGHNwnzRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DkAf8VSlhv8/s1600-h/Texas+07+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098574080415091986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHGHNwnzRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DkAf8VSlhv8/s320/Texas+07+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victoria and Kaiti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHGHtwnzSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TNNKJxJcZKk/s1600-h/Texas+07+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098574089005026594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHGHtwnzSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TNNKJxJcZKk/s320/Texas+07+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julianne and Sidney&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHGH9wnzTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/H2yfGMxUFqA/s1600-h/Texas+07+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098574093299993906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHGH9wnzTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/H2yfGMxUFqA/s320/Texas+07+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate and Owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHGIdwnzUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yVmtkWAeqxY/s1600-h/Texas+07+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098574101889928514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHGIdwnzUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yVmtkWAeqxY/s320/Texas+07+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; The Foster Family:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Owen, Kaitlin, Alexandrea, Sidney (Craig was at work)&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/27413557-786231745109661399?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/786231745109661399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=786231745109661399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/786231745109661399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/786231745109661399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-has-been-way-too-longwell-start-in.html' title='It has been way too long...we&apos;ll start in Georgia'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RsHJutwnzVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Qwd8US1IhVw/s72-c/Texas+07+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-386039309268625967</id><published>2007-07-10T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:41.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nate, Julianne, and I went to the Virginia Zoo in Norfolk while Jacob and Victoria were at camp.  It was a short little venture, but we had fun.  It started to pour on us for the last half hour we were there.  We have a season pass to the Dallas Zoo and can get into the Va Zoo for free.  We will definitely go back again.  Thanks mom for getting us the pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPWPG1_AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/W1f-wiFtIhE/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425278918196226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPWPG1_AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/W1f-wiFtIhE/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPWvG1_BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EZyNgiVYHYE/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425287508130834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPWvG1_BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EZyNgiVYHYE/s320/P1010024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPW_G1_CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zanIAty5-qo/s1600-h/P1010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425291803098146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPW_G1_CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/zanIAty5-qo/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPXPG1_DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Rj8G2aOAwmk/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425296098065458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPXPG1_DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Rj8G2aOAwmk/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27413557-386039309268625967?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/386039309268625967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=386039309268625967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/386039309268625967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/386039309268625967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/07/virginia-zoo.html' title='Virginia Zoo'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpMPWPG1_AI/AAAAAAAAAG0/W1f-wiFtIhE/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-7187052922212334923</id><published>2007-07-09T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:42.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R-Camp 2007</title><content type='html'>Jacob and Victoria went to R-Camp the last week in June.  R-Camp is the camp our church put together for rising 3rd graders to rising 8th graders.  Charles and I drove a van full of kids up to Pennsylvania on Sunday and I drove a van full home the following Saturday.  The kids have a blast and learn a lot about God!  What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNivG1-8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9L7S7TOFoDA/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085282557154950082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNivG1-8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9L7S7TOFoDA/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; The kids cabins were gum flavors.  Victoria's cabin was Bubblicious.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNjPG1-9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gBJYUQYn1d4/s1600-h/01830002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085282565744884690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNjPG1-9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gBJYUQYn1d4/s320/01830002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNjvG1--I/AAAAAAAAAGk/oqD2Zrmhj8w/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085282574334819298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNjvG1--I/AAAAAAAAAGk/oqD2Zrmhj8w/s320/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This is Jacob and Kirk (his lead counselor).  Their cabin was Double Bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNj_G1-_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/XrrC-3P9x_w/s1600-h/01940008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085282578629786610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNj_G1-_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/XrrC-3P9x_w/s320/01940008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/27413557-7187052922212334923?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/7187052922212334923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=7187052922212334923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/7187052922212334923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/7187052922212334923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/07/r-camp-2007.html' title='R-Camp 2007'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RpKNivG1-8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/9L7S7TOFoDA/s72-c/P1010043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2966730329063992869</id><published>2007-06-20T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:42.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Celebration at YMCA</title><content type='html'>The YMCA celebrates opening their outdoor pool with a games and a lot of fun.  This was a dress up like a lifeguard.  There are more pictures in a post below as well.  I did not really get any great pictures of Victoria during this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj1moqqSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5p0CezSpp94/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078129458648099106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj1moqqSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5p0CezSpp94/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj12oqqTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8jZ6kjJnMcU/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078129462943066418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj12oqqTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8jZ6kjJnMcU/s320/P1010052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did not want to cut off the tags on their glasses.  Really I think they liked the kids looking a little dorky ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj2GoqqUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rhAlQ6GxYsM/s1600-h/P1010051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078129467238033730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj2GoqqUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rhAlQ6GxYsM/s320/P1010051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids were pushing watermelons with their noses.  Julianne and Jacob are in the same lane.  Jualianne was excited because she beat Jacob.   Julianne was quite a ways behind the kid in the other lane, but ended up pulling ahead by a hair in the end.  She is like her mommy and is very competetive.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj2WoqqVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2aG4ajMjuuk/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078129471533001042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj2WoqqVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2aG4ajMjuuk/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victoria lost her heat by just an inch or two.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj2moqqWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XbTSKBV2xPw/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078129475827968354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj2moqqWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XbTSKBV2xPw/s320/P1010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-2966730329063992869?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2966730329063992869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2966730329063992869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2966730329063992869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2966730329063992869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/06/memorial-day-celebration-at-ymca.html' title='Memorial Day Celebration at YMCA'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rnkj1moqqSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5p0CezSpp94/s72-c/P1010053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-850937640827229400</id><published>2007-06-20T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:43.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles' Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeV2oqqOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Mic9-EnJ6gw/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078123415629113570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeV2oqqOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Mic9-EnJ6gw/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeWWoqqPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BmRHT3RKT78/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078123424219048178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeWWoqqPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BmRHT3RKT78/s320/P1010044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeWmoqqQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_hqOcliFD_o/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078123428514015490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeWmoqqQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_hqOcliFD_o/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeW2oqqRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5z3_4XmSe_4/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078123432808982802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeW2oqqRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5z3_4XmSe_4/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided we had had too much cake after my two cakes, so for Charles I made two big cookies on his actual birthday and a brownie type of cake for his party. Nate decorated the confetti looking cookie. Isn't it cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-850937640827229400?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/850937640827229400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=850937640827229400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/850937640827229400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/850937640827229400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/06/charles-birthday.html' title='Charles&apos; Birthday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnkeV2oqqOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Mic9-EnJ6gw/s72-c/P1010043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-181597859285818611</id><published>2007-06-19T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:44.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhaTmoqqLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rInrC15YlZY/s1600-h/P1010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077907872695363762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhaTmoqqLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rInrC15YlZY/s320/P1010034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhaUGoqqMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wZnU281tkrg/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077907881285298370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhaUGoqqMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wZnU281tkrg/s320/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhaUWoqqNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZPGJev5Rt64/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077907885580265682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhaUWoqqNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZPGJev5Rt64/s320/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charles made me two birthday cakes this year. He did a fabulous job! And I am not thrilled with the picture of me with Jake, but we were having fun! Jacob was squeezing me really hard!!!&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/27413557-181597859285818611?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/181597859285818611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=181597859285818611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/181597859285818611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/181597859285818611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhaTmoqqLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rInrC15YlZY/s72-c/P1010034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-3060395351597203569</id><published>2007-06-19T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:44.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhXl2oqqII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Mbts1ngWo-s/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077904887693092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhXl2oqqII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Mbts1ngWo-s/s320/P1010069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhXmGoqqJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tqGXRBJc-bw/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077904891988060306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhXmGoqqJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tqGXRBJc-bw/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhXmWoqqKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OTr4qSbejtY/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077904896283027618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhXmWoqqKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OTr4qSbejtY/s320/P1010056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27413557-3060395351597203569?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/3060395351597203569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=3060395351597203569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3060395351597203569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3060395351597203569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhXl2oqqII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Mbts1ngWo-s/s72-c/P1010069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2772465924639273435</id><published>2007-06-19T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:45.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>Nate, Julianne, and Victoria just finished up their first gymnastics classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhWb2oqqFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lTEdG1RqgHs/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077903616382773330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhWb2oqqFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lTEdG1RqgHs/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhWcGoqqGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fJiZeu-WTzU/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077903620677740642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhWcGoqqGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fJiZeu-WTzU/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhWcWoqqHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WQ9jtpxXP-Q/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077903624972707954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhWcWoqqHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WQ9jtpxXP-Q/s320/P1010075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27413557-2772465924639273435?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2772465924639273435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2772465924639273435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2772465924639273435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2772465924639273435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/06/gymnastics.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RnhWb2oqqFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lTEdG1RqgHs/s72-c/P1010073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-1010934901404474295</id><published>2007-05-16T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:46.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles' new Saturn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkvF9dgSZgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HJVAw-PCOxk/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065359865590998530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkvF9dgSZgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HJVAw-PCOxk/s320/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Charles has needed a new car for quite some time.  He has been looking for a good used commuter car.  After months of looking we went down to Saturn today and bought a new Saturn Ion for a really good price!  I was amazed.  We love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturns&lt;/span&gt;.  The first car we bought when we got married was a Saturn.  I think his smile is one of excitement and relief that he will not break down on the side of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-1010934901404474295?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/1010934901404474295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=1010934901404474295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1010934901404474295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1010934901404474295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/05/charles-new-saturn.html' title='Charles&apos; new Saturn'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkvF9dgSZgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HJVAw-PCOxk/s72-c/P1010031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-7728373867878197015</id><published>2007-05-16T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:46.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random picture of Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkvE_tgSZfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PpIw1kxAutI/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065358804734076402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkvE_tgSZfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PpIw1kxAutI/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;Jacob is in a residential school right now. It is challenging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt; but he gets to come home on Sunday. We have seen a marked difference in his behavior. It is very encouraging. This picture was taken on one of his recent visits home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-7728373867878197015?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/7728373867878197015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=7728373867878197015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/7728373867878197015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/7728373867878197015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-picture-of-jacob.html' title='Random picture of Jacob'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkvE_tgSZfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PpIw1kxAutI/s72-c/P1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2228134494271178387</id><published>2007-05-15T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:46.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria's new hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I took Victoria to get her hair trimmed a couple of weeks ago.  She decided she wanted it all cut off.  We compromised and this is what she pick out of one of the books.  I think it makes her look older.  We have a couple of different styles that she can do, but this is the usual.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkmzcqWLv9I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ceg_UWNEkLE/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064776560939876306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkmzcqWLv9I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ceg_UWNEkLE/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27413557-2228134494271178387?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2228134494271178387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2228134494271178387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2228134494271178387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2228134494271178387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/05/victorias-new-hair.html' title='Victoria&apos;s new hair'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkmzcqWLv9I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ceg_UWNEkLE/s72-c/P1010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-3363064961946953142</id><published>2007-05-15T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:46.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last Friday I went to Julianne's classroom for a Mother's day Tea. We had a blast. She served me cookies and punch (no tea) and presented me a hat that she made, a book she wrote and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;illustrated&lt;/span&gt;, a letter, and a card. It was a blast. I will have to take a picture of the hat and post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkmyPqWLv8I/AAAAAAAAADk/4KScc5vsnfk/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064775238089949122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkmyPqWLv8I/AAAAAAAAADk/4KScc5vsnfk/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27413557-3363064961946953142?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/3363064961946953142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=3363064961946953142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3363064961946953142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/3363064961946953142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-tea.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Tea'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RkmyPqWLv8I/AAAAAAAAADk/4KScc5vsnfk/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-1246416252831022403</id><published>2007-04-16T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:47.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time...</title><content type='html'>The weekend before Easter my sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Delana&lt;/span&gt;, and her husband, Dan, came up with their two boys for a visit.  While they were here they went to Busch Gardens with Jacob and Victoria.  They all had a great time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Delana&lt;/span&gt;, Jacob, and Victoria came home drenched because they went on the water rides, crazy if you ask me (it was a bit chilly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RiOvyMGa3fI/AAAAAAAAADM/Vz28BpyuAZs/s1600-h/delana%27s+camera+178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054076483616300530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RiOvyMGa3fI/AAAAAAAAADM/Vz28BpyuAZs/s320/delana%27s+camera+178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture at Busch Gardens with Dan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DeeDee&lt;/span&gt;, Joey, Jacob, and Victoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RiOvycGa3gI/AAAAAAAAADU/bc_FoJF0UVs/s1600-h/delana%27s+camera+183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054076487911267842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RiOvycGa3gI/AAAAAAAAADU/bc_FoJF0UVs/s320/delana%27s+camera+183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course they went on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt;.  Jacob looks like he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' on the horse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RiOvy8Ga3hI/AAAAAAAAADc/NOggIjM2ff8/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054076496501202450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RiOvy8Ga3hI/AAAAAAAAADc/NOggIjM2ff8/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charles and I stayed home with Nathanael, Julianne, and Logan (he was a little over 1 month old).  I had a great time having a baby in the house!&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/27413557-1246416252831022403?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/1246416252831022403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=1246416252831022403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1246416252831022403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1246416252831022403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-time.html' title='Family Time...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RiOvyMGa3fI/AAAAAAAAADM/Vz28BpyuAZs/s72-c/delana%27s+camera+178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-6817695876256537741</id><published>2007-04-10T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:48.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhvBw8Ga3eI/AAAAAAAAADE/FZCoWORSd6E/s1600-h/Easter+Weekend+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051844453537078754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhvBw8Ga3eI/AAAAAAAAADE/FZCoWORSd6E/s320/Easter+Weekend+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Easter morning came early. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Charles and I are teaching 2nd grade at church and had to be up early to get ourselves and the kids ready to celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;During the service all children, 4 year old to preteen, performed in front of the church.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That included all four of our kids and Charles and I.&lt;/span&gt; We recited two scriptures and did a dance to a song.  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All of the kids did a great job.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have heard rave reviews from our friends that Charles was great to watch.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am so proud of all of them!&lt;/span&gt;  This picture is after the service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&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/27413557-6817695876256537741?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/6817695876256537741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=6817695876256537741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/6817695876256537741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/6817695876256537741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhvBw8Ga3eI/AAAAAAAAADE/FZCoWORSd6E/s72-c/Easter+Weekend+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-2817281581825964871</id><published>2007-04-10T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:48.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in April...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was crazy!  The temperature dropped again and it snowed on Saturday morning.  I don't really think it snows here in Virginia Beach as a rule, but both Charles and I were looking at each other in amazement with the size of the flakes and the fact that the snow started to stick.  Of course by mid afternoon the sun came out and the snow was gone, but snow in April was a sight to see!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rhu-q8Ga3aI/AAAAAAAAACk/f7NzXfVbt5Q/s1600-h/Easter+Weekend+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051841051922980258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rhu-q8Ga3aI/AAAAAAAAACk/f7NzXfVbt5Q/s320/Easter+Weekend+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rhu-rcGa3bI/AAAAAAAAACs/b8bavqly51c/s1600-h/Easter+Weekend+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051841060512914866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rhu-rcGa3bI/AAAAAAAAACs/b8bavqly51c/s320/Easter+Weekend+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27413557-2817281581825964871?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/2817281581825964871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=2817281581825964871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2817281581825964871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/2817281581825964871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/04/snow-in-april.html' title='Snow in April...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Rhu-q8Ga3aI/AAAAAAAAACk/f7NzXfVbt5Q/s72-c/Easter+Weekend+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-8625334614791818837</id><published>2007-04-03T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:49.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Trip to Busch Gardens in 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On March 25th we decided to take our first trip to Busch Gardens Williamsburg this year. Our season passes were a Christmas gift from Charles' mom...thanks mom! We spent about three or four hours there. It got cold in the later afternoon, but we had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhJKIwMo6WI/AAAAAAAAACM/nrk-KyDHaYw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049179646473070946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhJKIwMo6WI/AAAAAAAAACM/nrk-KyDHaYw/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the kids before we entered the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhJKJAMo6XI/AAAAAAAAACU/Jmcqq9kIi9o/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049179650768038258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhJKJAMo6XI/AAAAAAAAACU/Jmcqq9kIi9o/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julianne and I at the Pet Shenanigans show. We were freezing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhJKJgMo6YI/AAAAAAAAACc/qo4xmAiiw88/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049179659357972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhJKJgMo6YI/AAAAAAAAACc/qo4xmAiiw88/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charles and the kids with one of the Clydesdale horses.&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/27413557-8625334614791818837?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/8625334614791818837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=8625334614791818837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8625334614791818837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/8625334614791818837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-first-trip-to-busch-gardens.html' title='Our First Trip to Busch Gardens in 2007'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RhJKIwMo6WI/AAAAAAAAACM/nrk-KyDHaYw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-1408136085848680373</id><published>2007-03-13T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:50.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins:  Nate and Zach</title><content type='html'>Nate and Zach had a great time playing together in Texas.  Even with the 3000 miles that separates them, they continue to talk about each other and ask when will be the next time they can hang out and play together.  It was great to watch the boys have a terrific time playing while they could.  I know Nate looks forward to the next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RfacZWpv76I/AAAAAAAAABw/RmpZPjlHEaU/s1600-h/Texas+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041388792279199650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RfacZWpv76I/AAAAAAAAABw/RmpZPjlHEaU/s320/Texas+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate and Zach playing by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ampa's&lt;/span&gt; pool.  Good thing they didn't fall in; it was cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RfacZmpv77I/AAAAAAAAAB4/oVItBUB2vTA/s1600-h/Texas+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041388796574166962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RfacZmpv77I/AAAAAAAAAB4/oVItBUB2vTA/s320/Texas+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A bunch of monkeys at the zoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RfacZ2pv78I/AAAAAAAAACA/aSqLvicsd2g/s1600-h/Texas+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041388800869134274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RfacZ2pv78I/AAAAAAAAACA/aSqLvicsd2g/s320/Texas+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate pulling Zach in the wagon at the zoo.  They enjoyed pulling each other.&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/27413557-1408136085848680373?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/1408136085848680373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=1408136085848680373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1408136085848680373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/1408136085848680373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/03/cousins-nate-and-zach.html' title='Cousins:  Nate and Zach'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RfacZWpv76I/AAAAAAAAABw/RmpZPjlHEaU/s72-c/Texas+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-4381281301329592041</id><published>2007-03-07T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:50.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom and my sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Re6xlKTRF-I/AAAAAAAAABo/EoV5Rki4WiQ/s1600-h/Texas+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039160285052606434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Re6xlKTRF-I/AAAAAAAAABo/EoV5Rki4WiQ/s320/Texas+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of my favorite people! This is my mom, Rhonda, and my sister, Heidi, on our trip to the Dallas Zoo when Heidi and i wereboth there for a visit at the end of February. The trip was not long enough! I wish that we all lived closer together.&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/27413557-4381281301329592041?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/4381281301329592041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=4381281301329592041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/4381281301329592041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/4381281301329592041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mom-and-my-sister.html' title='My mom and my sister'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/Re6xlKTRF-I/AAAAAAAAABo/EoV5Rki4WiQ/s72-c/Texas+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-5912496335690585124</id><published>2007-03-05T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:51.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate's first plane ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nathanael and I went to Texas for a long weekend on Feb. 23. I realized this was the first plane ride he has been on. Boy was he excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXP6TRF6I/AAAAAAAAABI/kmg3zrHdSjU/s1600-h/Texas+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038638751468820386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXP6TRF6I/AAAAAAAAABI/kmg3zrHdSjU/s320/Texas+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Nate looking out at the plane from the gate. He kept trying to get on before they were ready to load the plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXQaTRF7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/QuTbyiX0sjc/s1600-h/Texas+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038638760058754994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXQaTRF7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/QuTbyiX0sjc/s320/Texas+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first picture Nate took from the plane window. He is fascinated with taking pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXQqTRF8I/AAAAAAAAABY/ax6dAxinpuM/s1600-h/Texas+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038638764353722306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXQqTRF8I/AAAAAAAAABY/ax6dAxinpuM/s320/Texas+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is excited to be in his seat and flying in the air like Superman. This is the hat he picked at the store the day before we left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXRKTRF9I/AAAAAAAAABg/vlYwTboSze0/s1600-h/Texas+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038638772943656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXRKTRF9I/AAAAAAAAABg/vlYwTboSze0/s320/Texas+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more of his pictures from the plane.&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/27413557-5912496335690585124?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/5912496335690585124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=5912496335690585124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/5912496335690585124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/5912496335690585124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/03/nates-first-plane-ride.html' title='Nate&apos;s first plane ride'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RezXP6TRF6I/AAAAAAAAABI/kmg3zrHdSjU/s72-c/Texas+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-502546048285618778</id><published>2007-02-19T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:21:51.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry over spilled milk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RdoVrE6od-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z-MjTwzrU58/s1600-h/Feb+2007+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033359363338172386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RdoVrE6od-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z-MjTwzrU58/s320/Feb+2007+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a common occurrence in our household.  I cannot tell you how many messes in the morning have to be cleaned up because of cereal that has been knocked over.  Usually it is because the kids are trying to do other things while they eat their breakfast.  Although Jacob is the oldest, I think he may spill the most.  This kind of brings back memories I have.  I was notorious for knocking things over and making messes.  Who am I kidding...I still make messes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does however remind me about life situations.  Life does not really ever run smoothly.  There are many instances of spilled milk so to speak.  What I do, and what I am trying to teach the children to do, is to do our best to clean up whatever mess we made, be open and honest about our messes, and move forward a better person because of it being more aware of what caused the mess and how to prevent it from happening again.  While I think there are times where we just need to cry in life, and yes even over spilled milk, there are many more situations God has given us to smile and laugh.  I know I was laughing at Jacob when I saw the milk all over his clothes and on the floor, and while he was not laughing then, he can laugh at the picture of it now!&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/27413557-502546048285618778?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/502546048285618778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=502546048285618778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/502546048285618778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/502546048285618778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-cry-over-spilled-milk.html' title='Don&apos;t cry over spilled milk...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4T8-xxMEXTw/RdoVrE6od-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z-MjTwzrU58/s72-c/Feb+2007+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-117030277438646948</id><published>2007-01-31T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:06:14.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barker Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/198400/Zach%20and%20Noah%20Dec%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/644599/Zach%20and%20Noah%20Dec%2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a picture of my nephews Zachary and Noah. My sister Heidi and her husband Brandon have adorable kids! Zachary will be 4 in March and Noah turned 1 in November. Zach and Nate are only two months apart and really have a great time together. We sure wish the miles were not so far between us. Who knows maybe one day we will find ourselves in close proximity again. Until that time we will have to rely on trips, phone calls, pictures, and the like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-117030277438646948?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/117030277438646948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=117030277438646948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/117030277438646948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/117030277438646948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/01/barker-boys.html' title='The Barker Boys'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116943466318861012</id><published>2007-01-21T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:57:43.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Killer Bunny" Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/286676/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/155499/P1010001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/222588/P1010004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/584834/P1010004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/544092/P1010002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/910229/P1010002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a new craze going on in our house. My sister told me about this card game, I guess it is a role-playing game. Anyway...I searched for the game around town. I should have bought it off of the internet when I first saw it. I looked at stores like Target and Toys-R-Us with no luck. Then I called around to Comic Book Stores. I was told they could order it. The problem was that I wanted the game now. We went into one of the malls and by chance found it in one of the stores. So now we are having a blast with this game. We have introduced it to some of our friends who seem to enjoy it. Jacob and Victoria both love it. Charles and I are loving it. We can't wait to get more of our friends involved in playing it. It is a blast. I was put off by the name of the game at first, but after looking it up on the internet, and now playing the game, I have to say it is great fun and addicting (thanks Heidi!).  Now if only my sister lived closer so that we could play together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little bit about the game...&lt;br /&gt;Killer Bunnies is a fast paced, action filled card game, in which you must try to keep as many Bunnies alive as possible, while eliminating your opponents' Bunnies. The problem: Your opponents are armed with weapons and will stop at nothing to keep you from winning the game, which can get dreadfully vengeful, horribly nasty, hilariously messy, and just plain fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116943466318861012?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.killerbunnies.com/game/index.html' title='The &quot;Killer Bunny&quot; Phenomenon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116943466318861012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116943466318861012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116943466318861012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116943466318861012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/01/killer-bunny-phenomenon.html' title='The &quot;Killer Bunny&quot; Phenomenon'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116861451081920720</id><published>2007-01-12T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:19:26.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This last Saturday we had a birthday party for Nathanael. He was so excited; for entire week prior to the party he kept asking me when his friends were going to come to his house. I planned on making him a cake. I try and make all of the party cakes special. He decided on a monster truck. I had a plan. When I talked to him about it he said he wanted a monster truck arena cake. What does he know about monster truck arenas? I did have fun creating the cake though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/721062/P1010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/721062/P1010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/38256/P1010018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys had a blast! They played with Nate's army men, went out and jumped on the trampoline, played pin the smile on Lightning McQueen, and enjoyed cake and ice cream. Of course there were presents as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/434283/P1010035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/529062/P1010035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathanael, Timmy, and Kyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All week Nate said he wanted to invite Kyle. I did not know who Kyle was, but after many phone calls and information searching conversations with Nate, we found out who Kyle was. Thank goodness with such short notice (I called his mom on Thursday) he was able to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/748157/P1010023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/710493/P1010023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nate jumping on the trampoline.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/93326/P1010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/264817/P1010037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julianne reading Nate the card she made him for his special day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116861451081920720?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116861451081920720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116861451081920720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116861451081920720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116861451081920720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/01/nates-birthday-party.html' title='Nate&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116826155193841098</id><published>2007-01-08T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:44:20.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Christmas morning pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that the holidays are over and I am finally not feeling sick, I thought I would post a few pictures from Christmas. We had a great day celebrating not only with the six of us, but with my sister Delana and her son Joey. It was great to have them visit for a few days. She is expecting her second baby in February. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/570132/P1010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/215661/P1010021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Charles and Julianne on Christmas morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas morning drives Charles and I crazy. We wake up early and expect the kids to be up early. I used to get up at 4 or 5 on Christmas morning. They don't usually get up until 6 or 7. By then we are laying in bed thinking of ways to wake them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/423172/P1010020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/582591/P1010020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nate opening his stocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/10194/P1010040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/461905/P1010040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Victoria received a purse and wallet this year. She is stepping out of the little girl stage. Boy is that ever scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/819745/100_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/346760/100_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jacob and Charles having fun on the trampoline.&lt;/span&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/27413557-116826155193841098?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116826155193841098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116826155193841098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116826155193841098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116826155193841098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-christmas-morning-pictures.html' title='Some Christmas morning pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116749381206532142</id><published>2006-12-30T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:50:12.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nathanael Paul!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Nate's 4th birthday.  This is a very special and emotional day for me.  I am very aware that my baby is no longer a baby.  He is an independent little man!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/4771/P1010016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/858580/P1010016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116749381206532142?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116749381206532142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116749381206532142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116749381206532142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116749381206532142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-nathanael-paul.html' title='Happy Birthday Nathanael Paul!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116610226449067265</id><published>2006-12-14T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:57:59.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Girl Invasion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This last weekend we had another girl sleepover. It was for Victoria's 8th birthday. We welcomed 7 little girls into our home. The girls had a lot of fun singing Karaoke. They played, opened presents, had cake, and watched High School Musical. To me High School Musical is this generation's Grease. The next morning came early because we had church. Many of the parents came at 9 am and the other girls rode with us to church. It was interesting getting so many girls ready for the Christmas service at church! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Dec%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/545843/Dec%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I talked the girls into taking a picture with me. They complained, but usually I am the one behind the camera, so I decided to change that up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/630436/Dec%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/492589/Dec%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/652583/Dec%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/421658/Dec%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Victoria and her guitar cake. Boy did that take a lot of work!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116610226449067265?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116610226449067265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116610226449067265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116610226449067265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116610226449067265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-girl-invasion.html' title='Another Girl Invasion...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116595493605916084</id><published>2006-12-12T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:22:16.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Command Christmas Party for the Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had a great time at the Jumping Monkey playing on the different bounce houses and then getting gifts from Santa.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/115452/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/928820/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob bouncing away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/728746/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/35163/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate taking a break to have a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/418800/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/739070/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julianne sitting with Santa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/881332/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/223247/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victoria as she received her gift.&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/27413557-116595493605916084?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116595493605916084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116595493605916084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116595493605916084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116595493605916084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/12/command-christmas-party-for-kids.html' title='Command Christmas Party for the Kids'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116584375720229475</id><published>2006-12-11T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T08:29:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/418190/Dec%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/690028/Dec%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116584375720229475?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116584375720229475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116584375720229475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116584375720229475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116584375720229475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/12/church-christmas-party.html' title='Church Christmas Party'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116506915316994908</id><published>2006-12-02T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:19:13.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 years and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Last week Charles and I celebrated our 9 year anniversary.  We have had a wonderful 9 years together and I look forward to the many years to come.  Our love has blossomed each year into a more beautiful, profound, and romantic adventure together.  The unity we share in our love for one another and our love for God solidifies our friendship and passion.  I delight in and respect the man my husband has become.   He sacrifices so much to take care of our family.  I appreciate everything, big or little, that he does for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/946708/scan0056%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/782129/scan0056%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;November 22, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/1600/898720/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6517/2527/320/216977/Ship%27s%20Christmas%20Party%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;December 1, 2006&lt;/span&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/27413557-116506915316994908?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116506915316994908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116506915316994908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116506915316994908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116506915316994908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/12/9-years-and-counting.html' title='9 years and counting...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116327302241846181</id><published>2006-11-11T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:32:58.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL POWER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20051.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Julianne had a slumber party last night. Our house was invaded by little girls anxious to has as much fun as they could possibly fit into one evening. The girls came from as close as around the corner and as far away as the next city over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We had pizza for dinner and lots of snacks to keep the little mouths occupied. The boys stayed at home, but retreated to safety zones. Jacob stayed upstairs most of the time. Charles was zoned into the computer. Nate on the other hand wanted to be in the mix of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had many activities and games planned to keep the girls busy, but they had their own plan of the way the evening should go. They were excited to get their pajamas on early in the evening and play, play, play. Julianne opened her gifts, all of which she loved, and quickly moved on to the next activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Julianne%27s%20Birthday%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had Charles pull out the Karaoke machine and the girls had a blast singing (even Nate and Jacob had fun singing). At one point Dawn, a close friend of our family, sang to the girls. Boy did they ever enjoy that! They enjoyed Dawn so much that when they woke up in the morning they were asking if she was coming back over to play. Next time she will just have to spend the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So the girls had a great time, stayed up extremely late, and woke up very early this morning. I made them a big breakfast, they watched another movie, and played until their parents came to pick them up. Julianne had a great birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116327302241846181?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116327302241846181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116327302241846181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116327302241846181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116327302241846181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/11/girl-power.html' title='GIRL POWER!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116301475447332622</id><published>2006-11-08T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:39:14.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARLES IS HOME!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Homecoming%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Homecoming%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles came home on the USS Ross after 190 long days of being apart. Since the beginning of the year he has been gone for 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Homecoming%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Homecoming%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long road over the last year. Charles has been gone for a long period of time and there have been many challenges while he was gone. Monday started with a burst of excitement as the children and I got ready to watch the ship come home. We left the house later than I had planned, but still arrived at the pier with plenty of time to spare. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Homecoming%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Homecoming%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were many activities for the kids to do while they waited, but we were anxious to see the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Victoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Victoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finally allowed on the pier, we could see Charles and the kids anxious waved and yelled to him. The first kiss had happened, all the new dads came off the ship, the CO, XO, and CMC were reunited with their loved ones and then we were allowed to cross the brow. Charles was there waiting with open arms. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched him embrace the children. I was overwhelmed with joy and love. We are reunited as a family once again. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Homecoming%20c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Homecoming%20c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Homecoming%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Homecoming%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children and I are blissfully happy. We know there will be times of separation again in the future, but for right now, we know we are a complete family. God has protected us as a family. He has given us the strength to make it these last six months. We look forward to the fun adventures that are to come in the near future. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Homecoming%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Homecoming%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Homecoming%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Homecoming%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116301475447332622?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116301475447332622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116301475447332622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116301475447332622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116301475447332622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/11/charles-is-home.html' title='CHARLES IS HOME!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116244687957141011</id><published>2006-11-02T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:54:39.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Halloween%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Halloween%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the kids before we headed out to trick or treat. The girls' friend, Justina, came over to spend the evening with them. They had a blast! Victoria was a witch, Julianne wanted to be a princess (may people said she looked like Princess Di), and Nate chose to be the infamous tiger (the tiger has been used almost every year by one of the children since 1998).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116244687957141011?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116244687957141011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116244687957141011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116244687957141011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116244687957141011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween_02.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116244638969042031</id><published>2006-11-02T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:46:29.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Halloween Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Halloween%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Halloween%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate seriously considering whether he wanted to try and keep up with the girls or not. He took his time going from house to house at times frustrating the girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Halloween%20011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Halloween%20011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justina, Victoria, and Julianne had a blast going from house to house collecting candy! At one point a firetruck and police car from the base parked and distributed candy to all the kids. I wish I had a picture, but it was challenging enough keeping track of all the kids in the mob of children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116244638969042031?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116244638969042031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116244638969042031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116244638969042031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116244638969042031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-halloween-pictures.html' title='More Halloween Pictures...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116244447996433333</id><published>2006-11-02T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:15:58.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's difficult week</title><content type='html'>Jacob has had a very challenging week. He got into a lot of trouble last week at school and at home. It is hard to be a one parent household right now, trying to find the correct discipline. One of the things Jacob lost was his privilege to the fun of Halloween. Boy did I feel guilty, but the impact really seemed to make a difference. He did so well last night without complaining or causing any problems while we were out, I let him go home and hand out the candy. This is the last few minutes before we turned off our light for the night. It is the first and only picture he let me take of him. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Halloween%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Halloween%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116244447996433333?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116244447996433333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116244447996433333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116244447996433333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116244447996433333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/11/jacobs-difficult-week.html' title='Jacob&apos;s difficult week'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116106200955028401</id><published>2006-10-17T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:13:29.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Julianne and Nathanael lounging in the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Victoria heading to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nate having fun.&lt;/span&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/27413557-116106200955028401?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116106200955028401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116106200955028401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116106200955028401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116106200955028401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116011151526157959</id><published>2006-10-06T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:11:55.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria was Student of the Month for September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Student of the Month for Responsibility!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victoria reading to Nathanael during the assembly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116011151526157959?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116011151526157959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116011151526157959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116011151526157959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116011151526157959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/10/victoria-was-student-of-month-for.html' title='Victoria was Student of the Month for September'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-116011095808379366</id><published>2006-10-06T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:02:38.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It took awhile, but I finally downloaded a few pictures from the little party we had for Jacob when he got home from school on his birthday.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob getting ready to open presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flight test lab from Grandmother.&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skateboard from 'Ampa and 'Amma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-116011095808379366?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/116011095808379366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=116011095808379366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116011095808379366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/116011095808379366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/10/jacob.html' title='Jacob...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115868646495937174</id><published>2006-09-19T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:22:08.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Charles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here are some pictures of Charles. I was talking to my sister Heidi and she said I should put them up on the blog. I don't know why I did not think of it...Thanks Heidi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/fathersday.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/fathersday.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Charles holding the Father's Day T-Shirt we sent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Jerusalem.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Jerusalem.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charles in Jerusalem on 6/1/2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Corfu8.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Corfu8.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charles in Corfu in August.&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/27413557-115868646495937174?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115868646495937174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115868646495937174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115868646495937174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115868646495937174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-of-charles.html' title='Pictures of Charles'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115798907313043870</id><published>2006-09-11T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:43:15.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Picture%20168.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Picture%20168.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11 years ago today Jacob blessed us with his presence. I remember how excited I was, but also how scared I was to be a mother. It is a joy to watch Jacob grow and explore. He has always been very active, he loves a challenge, and he is one of the smartest children I have ever been around (I'm not just saying that because he is my son). &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Jacob%20R%20Camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Jacob%20R%20Camp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Jacob%20R%20Camp.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one thing that amazes me about Jacob, above all else, is his love for God. The depth of his love for God and his knowledge of the scriptures provide him with the strength to be successful each day. He loves others the way Jesus loves us. I learn something daily from watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Jacob!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115798907313043870?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115798907313043870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115798907313043870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115798907313043870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115798907313043870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/09/11-years-ago-today-jacob-blessed-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115774344996582674</id><published>2006-09-08T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:24:09.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls and their friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115774344996582674?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115774344996582674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115774344996582674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115774344996582674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115774344996582674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/09/girls-and-their-friends.html' title='The girls and their friends'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115721012449738993</id><published>2006-09-02T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:15:24.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fun, Fun</title><content type='html'>The kids go back to school on Tuesday. In so many ways I am grateful; I am ready for the summer break to be over, but there is a part of me that will miss some of the freedom we have had this summer. On Wednesday I went with the kids to the Gator Pool, a small waterpark on base with waterslides. The kids swimming instructor, Nicole, lifeguards there. We had a blast. She took her lunch time and spent it playing with the kids. I am grateful for the love she shows my children. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole, Julianne, and Nathanael going down one of the smaller slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/goofball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/goofball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob making one of his favorite faces as he goes down one of the slides with a nice drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victoria waves to the camera as she enjoys herself on one of the slides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115721012449738993?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115721012449738993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115721012449738993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115721012449738993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115721012449738993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun, Fun, Fun'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115517571704301775</id><published>2006-08-09T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:08:37.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles sent me flowers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the beautiful flowers my husband sent me. I am so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115517571704301775?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115517571704301775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115517571704301775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115517571704301775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115517571704301775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/08/charles-sent-me-flowers.html' title='Charles sent me flowers!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115449708315810280</id><published>2006-08-02T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:38:03.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Family</title><content type='html'>This weekend Charles' mom and grandmother were here. It was a short visit, but it was great to have them here. The quality was great. On Saturday we went to the beach. From the house it only takes about five minutes to get there. Here is a picture of mom with the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids are getting to be so brave in the water.  The swimming lessons are really helping.  The girls spent most of the time in the water.  Nate played at the waters edge most of the time and Jacob used the time to build a fortress in the sand.  I am grateful that we live so close to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, after church and naps, we ventured out to dinner and went to see Pirates of the Carribean.  It was great to have fun with our family.  We cannot wait until the next visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115449708315810280?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115449708315810280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115449708315810280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115449708315810280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115449708315810280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-with-family.html' title='Fun with Family'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115449644858912425</id><published>2006-08-02T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:27:28.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is non-stop</title><content type='html'>I keep wondering when the day will come that I can just sit at home and do nothing. Unfortunately with four children, that day does not seem to ever arrive. Since summer started I have had something going on daily. First the trip I took, then the week long camps both Jacob and Victoria participated in. Last weekend I went to the women's retreat. We have swimming twice a week, weekly appointments, and many other things. Just in the last week Jacob and I were both sick and then Charles' mom and grandmother come for a visit. It was a wonderful visit, but I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned through it all is that I can manage. Daily I reflect on Philippians 4:13 and 1Corinthians 10:13. He is my strength and will not put more things on my plate than I can bear. There are some days (many actually) that I am not sure how I am going to make it through the day, but I make it through (often with much prayer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I really dislike being a single parent. I am grateful that I do have an amazing husband that will be home in 3 more months to help out. Until then I face each day as it arrives. If I look at the scope of the full 6 months it is too overwhelming, but taking one day at a time, I feel like I can I can manage. Thank God for email. I remember the days without, I am grateful that is no longer the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will continue to face life as it arrives. I know there are not very many chances to catch my breath right now. I do however know that I will grab every opportunity that arises to take a time out and enjoy a bit of time to myself (even if it is at 1 in the morning).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115449644858912425?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115449644858912425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115449644858912425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115449644858912425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115449644858912425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-is-non-stop.html' title='Life is non-stop'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115397050960108601</id><published>2006-07-26T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:21:49.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Julianne is growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I watch the children and each day I notice something new about them. Today we were sorting through the girls clothes and I discovered many of the things that fit at the end of the school year already do not fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne was really excited because a couple of the skirts that still fit Victoria also fit her. Today she wore one of those skirts. I could tell she felt like a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to see the children grow so fast. I know that Charles will be blown away by their changes when he return in November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115397050960108601?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115397050960108601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115397050960108601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115397050960108601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115397050960108601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/07/julianne-is-growing-up.html' title='Julianne is growing up'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115396995340574862</id><published>2006-07-26T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:12:33.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done a lot of traveling this summer.  I feel like I have hardly had a chance to breathe before we hit the road again.  These are two pictures of the kids in the van during our trip to North Carolina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115396995340574862?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115396995340574862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115396995340574862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115396995340574862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115396995340574862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/07/traveling.html' title='Traveling...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115396950189593274</id><published>2006-07-26T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:05:01.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tooth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria lost tooth number three today.  It was a pain to pull out, but we were determined.  She was so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115396950189593274?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115396950189593274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115396950189593274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115396950189593274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115396950189593274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-tooth.html' title='Another tooth...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115393820424052819</id><published>2006-07-26T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:23:24.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Retreat</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to a Statewide Women's Retreat. I went looking forward to the "me" time I would have. I have to say walking away from it, I pray that I am a better woman of God. I learned so much. There are so many things I want to take away from this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically I know that God uses me and all of my imperfections, but I think it really hit me this weekend. The reality is that He puts many people in my life for a reason and I sit back way too often. I feel like I really need to start sharing my life with others. God has changes me in so many amazing ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want God to shape me. I know it requires absolute trust. I think I have problems with that, but I am working on it, praying for it. Our trials often harden our hearts. In order to be shaped by God, our hearts must remain soft. I want that, but there definitely is an inner battle. I want to have the faith to push through whatever I face. I need to continually be real and always be open. Sometimes it is so hard to be completely open because of my fear of what people will think of me. What I need to remember is that I need to be concerned about God not other people. One of the biggest things I have struggled with for years is being a people pleaser. I have changed and grown, but there is still a part of me that worries about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one way that I am preventing God from working powerfully in my life is the amount of control I try to have on everything. I am not giving God the power to work in me. I am trying to take all of his control away and replacing it with my control. I think about all of the things that Jacob (my son) goes through, all of the trials he faces. He definitely has issues and does things that are not acceptable, but his love for God is so amazing...so pure. He is not concerned about the way others perceive him; he only wants to please God. Oh what I can learn from him. What we all can learn from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more that I learned, but I thought I would start with this for now. I cannot change everything at once, but with God I can do all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 12:2 (New Living Translation)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will know what God wants you to do, and you will know how good and pleasing and perfect his will really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115393820424052819?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115393820424052819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115393820424052819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115393820424052819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115393820424052819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/07/womens-retreat.html' title='Women&apos;s Retreat'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-115129391065751644</id><published>2006-06-25T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:51:50.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.techiwarehouse.com/gallery/data/541/481last-rays-of-the-setting-sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.techiwarehouse.com/gallery/data/541/481last-rays-of-the-setting-sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techiwarehouse.com/gallery/showphoto.php/photo/1577/password/ppuser/sort/1/size/big/cat/all/page"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around chaos. I think I thrive on it. By the end of the month I will have traveled all of the place both by car and plane. I flew to Oregon and then California in the middle of the month, I drove to Pennsylvania on Friday and home on Saturday, and at the end of this next week I will be driving to North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is definitely never a dull moment in the Burch household. I think we live to have our heads spinning around in circles. I guess that happens when there are six people living in a household and school is out for the summer. I know my adventures don't come close to the many places Charles has visited, but we have adventures still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about all of the chaos in my life is that God is the center. I know that he is going to protect my family and guide us to make the wisest decisions. I am grateful for every precious moment I have whether it be in California spending precious moments with the Barker family, driving the long trip home from Pennsylvania hearing the kids bicker in the backseat, or picking up the phone and hearing my moms voice on the other end. There are so many things I think we don't sit back and appreciate throughout the chaos of daily life. I am learning to see each moment for what it really is...a gift from God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-115129391065751644?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/115129391065751644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=115129391065751644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115129391065751644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/115129391065751644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/06/chaos.html' title='Chaos...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-114997892025153226</id><published>2006-06-10T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:35:20.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Charles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010052.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010052.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him for the way he teaches the children how to ride a bike...and tie their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way he gets the kids ready for bed, tucks them in, and prays with each of them.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the dimples that appear when he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating cinnamon rolls late at night because he has had a craving (so much for my diet).&lt;br /&gt;I miss his soft embrace, the brush of his lips on my neck, and our late nights having Quiet Times and then praying together.&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27413557-114997892025153226?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/114997892025153226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=114997892025153226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114997892025153226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114997892025153226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-charles.html' title='Missing Charles...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-114949271022497559</id><published>2006-06-05T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T03:31:50.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pictures...</title><content type='html'>Wow, the school year is almost over and the kids are ready for summer. How fitting that the school pictures from this spring are a beach scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria is excited to move on to second grade next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne is finishing up her first year in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jacob promotes on June 14th. He will be attending Great Neck Middle School next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-114949271022497559?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/114949271022497559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=114949271022497559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114949271022497559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114949271022497559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-pictures.html' title='School Pictures...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-114949037371553092</id><published>2006-06-05T02:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:52:53.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We joined the YMCA in January.  That was one of the best things we could have done.  The children take swimming lessons twice a week and have improved in leaps and bounds.  When lessons first started Nate would not get into the water and none of the kids could swim.  Both Jacob and Victoria can swim almost half the length of the pool now, Julianne is working on swimming a shorter distance, and Nate will put his face under the water.  The three oldest are learning to dive as well.  I look forward to seeing how far they are by the time Charles comes home in November.  I know he will be astounded by their progress! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/Mar%20"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/Mar%20%2706%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-114949037371553092?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/114949037371553092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=114949037371553092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114949037371553092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114949037371553092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/06/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-114936417464287307</id><published>2006-06-03T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:49:34.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite pictures of Charles and I.  We took this picture during our trip to Virginia in October before we moved back here.  It has been difficult with him away, but we are learning to communicate amazingly with email.  We have been married now for eight and a half years and have definitely had our ups and downs.  Our relationship now is stronger and deeper than it has ever been.  I am grateful to have such a wonderful man in my life!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-114936417464287307?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/114936417464287307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=114936417464287307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114936417464287307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114936417464287307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/06/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-114936013754452593</id><published>2006-06-03T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:42:17.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The friendships God gives us are such a treasure.  I am grateful for the many true friends that I have.  Charles has been gone over a month now and I don't know where I would be without the love and support of my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Nate and his best friend Timmy at the beach.  Even at 3 friendships are important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-114936013754452593?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/114936013754452593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=114936013754452593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114936013754452593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114936013754452593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/06/friendships-god-gives-us-are-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27413557.post-114657002043299817</id><published>2006-05-02T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:40:20.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a new era...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/1600/P1010040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6517/2527/320/P1010040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would try something new.  This is a great way to share what is going on with our family and share pictures as well.  Charles left for his 6 month deployment yesterday.  It saddens me to say goodbye.  We will miss him so very much.  Hopefully time will fly by and before we know it he will be returning home.  Here is a picture of the kids and Charles before he went to the ship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27413557-114657002043299817?l=burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/feeds/114657002043299817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27413557&amp;postID=114657002043299817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114657002043299817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27413557/posts/default/114657002043299817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burchcmjvjn.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-new-era.html' title='Its a new era...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q227/missyburch/Texas07042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
