<?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-8529757591989539348</id><updated>2012-02-14T18:13:31.059-05:00</updated><category term='July 2008'/><category term='Favorite Things'/><category term='Bees'/><category term='Special Events-Kids'/><category term='School Days'/><category term='Family Days'/><category term='Farm living'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='Goats'/><title type='text'>The Reynolds Nation</title><subtitle type='html'>Come watch our wild ride of raising five wonderful kids on a small farm in Central Florida.  We love Jesus and are walking out our destiny with him.  Our eyes are fixed on him and what he has for us.  Come join us!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>585</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3715531582175581527</id><published>2012-02-14T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T17:35:45.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhPkgsShaKI/TzrbpbLwx1I/AAAAAAAACDs/RbzM_nJFlJc/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709116982363735890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhPkgsShaKI/TzrbpbLwx1I/AAAAAAAACDs/RbzM_nJFlJc/s400/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you could hear my heart, then you will hear these words. They come from my inner core...from the depth of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Judah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, how you grow so fast. You are such a little man. Today we were walking and you were holding my hand, but as soon as we hit the sidewalk you let go of my hand. My heart was sad for a moment. Each day you don't need me the same. Each day you grow stronger, braver and bigger. Oh, how I know God has plans for you. You are mighty already. You want to be heard. You are strong in voice. You are a leader. God is doing some amazing things. You are a work in progress. But remember that I will always be there to hold your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: So big and tough...but inside you are all mush and sweetness. I love when you tell me I look beautiful. You always go out of your way to compliment someone. You have always done that...that's how God crafted you. It is so sweet. But at the same time, you are still ahead. In front of...a leader. I ask God how he can give me two boys in a row who are leaders. Not sure what he has planned for you. But your mixture of sweet and salty will take you places. One day you wife will adore you because you will love her so evenly, softly. Your heart is so tender. I pray every day how to deal with you...how to give back to your tenderness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: My little queen. You are as beautiful as a rose. You beauty is wrapped inside and out. I love that about you. You are so quiet. Sometimes I wish you would talk more...but I know God made you that way. It's the little snuggles that you give that I love. How you always want to sit with me still. Though you are quiet, you too are strong. You know what you know...and there is nothing to shake that. God will use that inner strength. You are going places...I can't wait to see God open those doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Our little warrior. Given to us on a day of tragedy (9/11/01), but really to be that gleam of light in the darkness. I must admit the years past have been hard. I haven't known how to be your mom. I never dealt with anyone with a handicap. I feel like I am fumbling in the dark...unsure of what to say, do or be. I know God still has so much for you. He doesn't do things without a purpose. Each day has been better...I see who you are more each day. That excites me. I believe God brought the right people in our life so that we could see the true you. I pray that everyday I am the mom that you need and that God shows me the path. I thank God for you and the walk we are on. God is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Brynnie, Brynnie...when I look at you I see me. Only, I don't see the little girl that I was. Someone who had been hurt, rejected and abandoned. You have been loved. You have been given time. The first born is the hardest...you aren't sure how to be the parent. Where is our instruction book, Lord? Slowly, God has shown us how to be the parents of this beautiful teenager. Be patient with us. When you trust the one above, then you know God is on your side. I see great things in your future. God has it all mapped out...trust him always. He always has the best for you. I see that in you already. He is speaking to you today...be still and listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Husband to this crazy girl for almost 16 years. How have you handled me? With so much gentleness and care. I can't believe that you have known how to deal with me. I have not be the easiest wife. You have loved me, even when I was unlovable. You have loved me through so much. I thank you for that. I am continuing to be a new person. Trust in God for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daily love note is always to the Lord. He hears my heart...all I have in there. My heart cries out to him, my fears, my wants, desires and struggles. I love that he there to whisper in an instant and comfort when needed. He also is the first to discipline...a way to show his love. He has the best for me. I trust him wholeheartedly. I am his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3715531582175581527?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3715531582175581527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3715531582175581527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3715531582175581527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3715531582175581527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-notes.html' title='Love Notes'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhPkgsShaKI/TzrbpbLwx1I/AAAAAAAACDs/RbzM_nJFlJc/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3337836342069377246</id><published>2012-02-10T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:34:26.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ulScVCkd-8/TzWaHV-WFjI/AAAAAAAACDU/7z5gRS5fZCg/s1600/essie%2Bpic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707637553710372402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ulScVCkd-8/TzWaHV-WFjI/AAAAAAAACDU/7z5gRS5fZCg/s400/essie%2Bpic.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of a rainy day here in Florida, with somewhat cooler temps for today...and much cooler temps for the weekend. Had a great week...ending it really well. Quiet night here...the little boys are at Nana's house...which always makes a quiet house here. Hope you have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. So grateful for a better than expected report on my mom's health this week. Anticipating a good ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Thankful that God continues to show me that he is always one step ahead of me and when I line myself up with him it all comes together. Continuing to walk in trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Thankful for my little artists here at home...the above picture is Esther's first try at Pointillism...she did a smashing job. I am blessed with a beautiful family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Thankful for the soft rain falling and the beautiful place that we live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Thankful that God continues to bless us financially...he has his hand on this. So thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3337836342069377246?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3337836342069377246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3337836342069377246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3337836342069377246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3337836342069377246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/gratitude-friday.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ulScVCkd-8/TzWaHV-WFjI/AAAAAAAACDU/7z5gRS5fZCg/s72-c/essie%2Bpic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3132368441843837988</id><published>2012-02-09T10:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T10:39:58.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday...</title><content type='html'>Just sitting here while the kids do their school work. It been a busy week here. Busy not doing a whole lot. Just busy with five kids. Homeschooling. Five kids. You know the usual. Yesterday I sat in the dentist chair for three hours. Had a ton of work done...and you know me...don't split it into multiple appts, just get it done all at once. So that's what I did...I think the dentist was tired of me at the end. But it's all done...which I am very glad. &lt;div&gt;The weather  has changed a bit. We had our air on a few days, which makes me sad. The past few days  though we have had the windows wide open. The kids were actually complaining this morning that they were cold.  And my answer, "put on some socks and a sweater!" They think they will stay warm in shorts and a tshirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Began juicing the past couple of weeks...which has been great...but I will save that for another day and another post. Other than that...and the normal mayhem that is here...we are all good. Just enjoying this good life. Be back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3132368441843837988?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3132368441843837988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3132368441843837988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3132368441843837988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3132368441843837988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/thursday.html' title='Thursday...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-985542430415130078</id><published>2012-02-04T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T12:44:04.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWwXS0pGDdU/Ty1tZ_xXyYI/AAAAAAAACDI/pXe9htZl9ks/s1600/Words_With_Friends_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705336596330957186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWwXS0pGDdU/Ty1tZ_xXyYI/AAAAAAAACDI/pXe9htZl9ks/s400/Words_With_Friends_Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes with blogging, I am not sure what to write about. Somethings in my life are utterly boring...you know, like laundry, cleaning, taxi mom...all that stuff that consumes a lot of my time, but not as easily to write about. But it is fun to write about things that take my time...and lately that has been Words with Friends. Other than Pinterest and Facebook is my new time consumer. It is Scrabble at your fingertips. Never did I think I would play Scrabble with someone in a different state. It is so much fun. It keeps my mind busy and constantly thinking. And I love and have always loved scrabble. Not that I am the best player, but I just love to play. So, if you haven't tried it...look it up and play a game, or two, or three...&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/8529757591989539348-985542430415130078?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/985542430415130078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=985542430415130078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/985542430415130078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/985542430415130078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/small-addiction.html' title='A Small Addiction'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWwXS0pGDdU/Ty1tZ_xXyYI/AAAAAAAACDI/pXe9htZl9ks/s72-c/Words_With_Friends_Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7924719027741693758</id><published>2012-02-02T20:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:17:25.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mr. Reynolds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMtmMbzJNrM/Tys05kXLdGI/AAAAAAAACC8/vMyPwP4HbvY/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704711516612949090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMtmMbzJNrM/Tys05kXLdGI/AAAAAAAACC8/vMyPwP4HbvY/s400/birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't want the day to go by without me mentioning the birthday of my wonderful husband, Matthew. I can't say enough about this man. My partner for almost sixteen years, father to my babies, caretaker of the house...each day I love him more and more. He is fantastic, and we have a fabulous future together. God is doing some amazing things in our life and I am excited to see what He has in store. So, once again, I wish my husband the happiest of birthdays and the best year ever!!!!&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/8529757591989539348-7924719027741693758?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7924719027741693758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7924719027741693758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7924719027741693758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7924719027741693758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-mr-reynolds.html' title='Happy Birthday Mr. Reynolds'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMtmMbzJNrM/Tys05kXLdGI/AAAAAAAACC8/vMyPwP4HbvY/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7490631766273603542</id><published>2012-02-01T20:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:55:07.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3QvkRSHZ5c/Typ47nAZkyI/AAAAAAAACCw/U9-uvoLTMVs/s1600/valentines%2Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704504843496428322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3QvkRSHZ5c/Typ47nAZkyI/AAAAAAAACCw/U9-uvoLTMVs/s400/valentines%2Bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my kids woke up to this sweet surprise waiting for them at the table. I made these cute stands with mailboxes on them for the kids. The idea came from my favorite...www.pinterest.com...and it was a huge hit with my kids. So, for the next two weeks they are supposed to check their mailbox in the morning to see what is inside. There may be candy, a sweet message, a toy...nothing expensive. It's all about the anticipation, you know. Love making memories with my kids...I hope this is one of them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-7490631766273603542?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7490631766273603542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7490631766273603542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7490631766273603542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7490631766273603542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/02/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T3QvkRSHZ5c/Typ47nAZkyI/AAAAAAAACCw/U9-uvoLTMVs/s72-c/valentines%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8093207303587357065</id><published>2012-01-31T16:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:10:03.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Night 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwx4jfCMOYc/TyhYFZheNmI/AAAAAAAACCk/oIzVUkRHGrM/s1600/daddydaughter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703905777838601826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwx4jfCMOYc/TyhYFZheNmI/AAAAAAAACCk/oIzVUkRHGrM/s400/daddydaughter1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's girls. Enjoying a night out with Daddy...full of laughs, yummy food, Shirley Temples, giggling and special moments to keep forever. Love my husband for investing in his kids. The pictures tell you just how much fun they had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7WvU-qYP6w/TyhXeNzlZpI/AAAAAAAACCY/ma4hcXpqY4k/s1600/daddydaughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703905104678446738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7WvU-qYP6w/TyhXeNzlZpI/AAAAAAAACCY/ma4hcXpqY4k/s400/daddydaughter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IGIsVLDqz8/TyhXd6pLKAI/AAAAAAAACCI/bLryJQ48eq4/s1600/daddydaughter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703905099534510082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IGIsVLDqz8/TyhXd6pLKAI/AAAAAAAACCI/bLryJQ48eq4/s400/daddydaughter2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-8093207303587357065?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8093207303587357065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8093207303587357065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8093207303587357065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8093207303587357065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/daddy-daughter-night-2012.html' title='Daddy Daughter Night 2012'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwx4jfCMOYc/TyhYFZheNmI/AAAAAAAACCk/oIzVUkRHGrM/s72-c/daddydaughter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7189287905719498698</id><published>2012-01-30T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:39:58.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it through the four day weekend class. It was awesome. It was true overload. But I am so glad I got it done. I am now a DONA trained doula. I have to be present at a few births before I am certified. I am feeling a bit weary. Just from the busyness of the weekend. I met some amazing women. It is awesome to know that they will share the same field as me...some right here in my area. Now, I am going to try to get myself together. The weekend flew by and now we are back to our regular school week. Thanks for all your beautiful comments. Have a great Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-7189287905719498698?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7189287905719498698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7189287905719498698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7189287905719498698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7189287905719498698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3699398531634460722</id><published>2012-01-26T06:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T07:08:51.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FYYL0_w1Ak/TyE_cZccJnI/AAAAAAAACB0/REp41Dl3IW4/s1600/doula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701908360326817394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FYYL0_w1Ak/TyE_cZccJnI/AAAAAAAACB0/REp41Dl3IW4/s400/doula.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today is the day. A long time desire is going to be fulfilled and it is only God who is allowing it to happen. Today I start my training as a birth doula at our local college. So, first, what is a doula? Is that what you are thinking? I am sure. Most people ask. It is a person who comes into a women's birth and supports her to have the most natural birth and to meet her expectations for her birth. Kind of like a coach, but not really. You are there to support mom, husband and baby. You are there for them to meet the goals and expectations for their birth.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do this years ago, but it just wasn't the right time. But now we are coming to a new place as a family where I can leave for a few minutes. It's a nice place. And yes, my first priority is my husband (who is fully supportive), my children, my home. But at the same time I am falling into place to where God wants me. It is exciting to see where he will take me. I love working with women, and babies. It is my life passion. You know when you get to that place where you know you fit...that's where I am. I am so thankful to God for opening up these strategic doors.&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing about this, is that if you knew me 20 years ago...fifteen years ago...you would not know me. Never would have I thought I would do this. Never did I think I would be a lactation counselor. I didn't even breastfeed my first baby. But now, because of allowing God to mold me, change me and heal me of past hurts I am becoming who he wants. I still have a long way to go, but I am moving in that direction. It's exciting. And let me tell you, it is a struggle to not allow those old thoughts, and garbage to rise up in me. That old person was molded by the world, not by the Lord. So, he takes one layer off at a time. Peeling away. Loving totally and unconditionally. It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you updated. So excited. God is so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3699398531634460722?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3699398531634460722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3699398531634460722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3699398531634460722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3699398531634460722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FYYL0_w1Ak/TyE_cZccJnI/AAAAAAAACB0/REp41Dl3IW4/s72-c/doula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2999811116350414464</id><published>2012-01-24T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:21:16.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Pugs Snug in a Rug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUtbR1-1wmI/Tx6vcUO2DFI/AAAAAAAACBo/mLEwTLbnfF8/s1600/pugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701187079299796050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUtbR1-1wmI/Tx6vcUO2DFI/AAAAAAAACBo/mLEwTLbnfF8/s400/pugs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to post this picture that I took yesterday. That's Mia in the back and Edward with his big tongue hanging out. But the most important thing is the bed they are sleeping in is Edward's. They both got a new bed for Christmas...placed sweetly in front of the Christmas tree. Edward rolled in his like a kid in a candy store. But, I guess Mia didn't think hers was cozy enough. Because she has now taken up residence in Edward's bed. Sometimes she is by herself and other times she is with him...which is what I caught on the camera yesterday. These pugs sure have a comfy life here at the Reynolds Nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-2999811116350414464?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2999811116350414464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2999811116350414464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2999811116350414464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2999811116350414464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-pugs-snug-in-rug.html' title='Two Pugs Snug in a Rug'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fUtbR1-1wmI/Tx6vcUO2DFI/AAAAAAAACBo/mLEwTLbnfF8/s72-c/pugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5885239326916718680</id><published>2012-01-20T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:01:28.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>I have so many things to be grateful for. This wasn't the best week for me. Lots of firsts, which I never had to venture in before and didn't plan to. Life goes on, and how we deal with it can make or break us. Well, nothing is going to break me. I will continue to pursue The Father for all my days. And he has shown me over and over that He loves us and wants the best for us. So, instead of making a list this time I just want to lift up my hands, my head and my heart to HIM. The most awesome God. He is my hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-5885239326916718680?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5885239326916718680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5885239326916718680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5885239326916718680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5885239326916718680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/gratitude-friday.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6876895467394243032</id><published>2012-01-19T06:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:03:11.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-OMgZMnXPA/TxgEww21WHI/AAAAAAAACBc/c240HtzRbsE/s1600/DSCF0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699310564232484978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-OMgZMnXPA/TxgEww21WHI/AAAAAAAACBc/c240HtzRbsE/s400/DSCF0582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of having a quiet Thursday. Yesterday I had my first ever, and hopefully last, root canal. That was fun! Haha! Actually it didn't hurt and except for some small pain afterwards I feel fine. But, while I was getting my root canal, my little buddy William fell splat on his face. He was sitting in the chair with his hands and feet in his shirt, lost his balance and didn't have his hands to catch him...splat...smack... face first. One ER visit, CAT scan later he is fine. Doctor thought his nose was broken, but I guess the angels kept &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;his face from hitting that fast. So, I am thankful. But what a full day. I was exhausted from the morning, so I took a teeny, tiny nap in the afternoon before swim team. Matt made dinner, thankfully, and then it was a quiet night. Matt, Bryn and I watched the movie "Babies." Not sure if you have ever seen it before. It was cute. No speaking. Just a simple documentary-like movie of four babies born at the same time but raised in different places on the planet. It was fascinating to see how different we all are, but live in the same time period. Check it out on Netflix if you haven't seen it. So today will be a catch up day from yesterday. One day gets me behind so easily. How is your week going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-6876895467394243032?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6876895467394243032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6876895467394243032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6876895467394243032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6876895467394243032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-already.html' title='Thursday Already?'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-OMgZMnXPA/TxgEww21WHI/AAAAAAAACBc/c240HtzRbsE/s72-c/DSCF0582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6043085709966635350</id><published>2012-01-16T06:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:53:48.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqnh4cgTycg/TxQOWi2Xl1I/AAAAAAAACBM/gTGrfU-8xkE/s1600/judahspeech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698195209005274962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqnh4cgTycg/TxQOWi2Xl1I/AAAAAAAACBM/gTGrfU-8xkE/s400/judahspeech.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to take a moment and document my little joo joo bee's first day at speech therapy. Way back last summer we started the process to get him evaluated for speech. Though he is quite the talker, he drops most first consonants from his name...like, y ame is Udah...in other words, My name is Judah. Though we can understand him most of the time, it has not corrected itself, which is what we were waiting and hoping for. So, after many tests from the school district, he started speech therapy twice a week. This is a picture of him on his first day. He of course loves it...just me and him on the way and through the school. And since I don't have anything to do when he is in there for the 30 minutes, I am volunteering in my best friend's classroom for that time period. Might as well as use my time wisely, and Jessica can always use an extra hand in the classroom. So, this is the latest adventure for the Reynolds Nation. Hoping he won't have to be there very long, but it will make next year's start of Kindergarten (and reading) so much easier for me. My little man is growing up :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-6043085709966635350?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6043085709966635350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6043085709966635350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6043085709966635350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6043085709966635350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First Time For Everything'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqnh4cgTycg/TxQOWi2Xl1I/AAAAAAAACBM/gTGrfU-8xkE/s72-c/judahspeech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7263362577030737364</id><published>2012-01-15T07:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:54:51.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee Trip Part 5 The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfqy0i8VbTs/TxLLKPcsVkI/AAAAAAAACBA/e1ny9rR3-g4/s1600/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697839855383107138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfqy0i8VbTs/TxLLKPcsVkI/AAAAAAAACBA/e1ny9rR3-g4/s400/sky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last photo...of the sunset we got to look at every night. I loved the porch...to sit on the swing or the rocking chair and just watch....aaahhh!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H85L0L0eT-U/TxLLJfZlWCI/AAAAAAAACA0/v3KSOT8Vyz0/s1600/calebspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697839842485164066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H85L0L0eT-U/TxLLJfZlWCI/AAAAAAAACA0/v3KSOT8Vyz0/s400/calebspot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to post this picture. This was Caleb's favorite spot. He didn't like the cold weather too much...so his answer to that was to always sit in front of the fireplace. He was working on his word search that he got for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3m1KwvZ0anQ/TxLLJEpMYdI/AAAAAAAACAo/yFXEsqRUt1k/s1600/ellis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697839835302879698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3m1KwvZ0anQ/TxLLJEpMYdI/AAAAAAAACAo/yFXEsqRUt1k/s400/ellis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite days is when the Ellis family (our dearest friends ever) came to see us. They live in Asheville, North Carolina (only an hour away East) and they spent the day with us. It was awesome to hang out, to laugh, to play and just to have fun. It's so hard having them live so far away, but we will forever be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to end all the pictures. Hope you didn't get bored. I wanted to write down so much, so that we remembered them. Life goes by so fast, and I want to keep all these memories. After we left the cabin we headed over to Cleveland, Tennessee. Which is where I went to college, Lee University. I love this town. I love this town. Can I say it again? I love this town. It feels like home. I graduated from there...lived there for four years. So many memories. Friends are still there. Our old church is still there. This is where we thought we may move to. But God has different plans and that is okay. It's great to go back and visit. And see all the great places. It was the GREATEST vacation ever for us. When we got home, we felt so rested and refreshed. I still feel like that. It felt good. We realized that a vacation doesn't mean that you have to run around the whole time. You can just enjoy each other, relax and recharge. After this trip, I felt ready to hit 2012 head on. This is going to be a great year for the Reynolds Nation...just watch us now!&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/8529757591989539348-7263362577030737364?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7263362577030737364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7263362577030737364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7263362577030737364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7263362577030737364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/tennessee-trip-part-5-end.html' title='Tennessee Trip Part 5 The End'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfqy0i8VbTs/TxLLKPcsVkI/AAAAAAAACBA/e1ny9rR3-g4/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3674021174598023514</id><published>2012-01-13T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:56:43.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Week</title><content type='html'>My house is quiet...and it's ten in the morning. Such a rarity around here. The kids breezed through their schoolwork and are watching a movie. Fridays have a tendency to be lighter...spelling tests, exams, quizzes, reviews...so the time goes by faster. And then we usually do a craft and the piano lessons. So, since this week there isn't a craft, we are done until piano lessons.&lt;div&gt;It was our first week back since Christmas break. Sometimes it has a tendency to be a bit rough...adjustments after three lazy weeks are hard. But the kids did fantastic...except for a rough start reading again for my first grader, we had a really smooth week. Caleb had a fabulous week! Because of his disabilities he has a hard time making changes...that's why Monday's are hard, coming from the weekend and after holidays can be the worst. But, not this week. Yeah Caleb!!! So, our plans got changed for the weekend...so, that means we have nothing planned. Yahoo! Relax time around here. The house is clean, laundry is done...I am loving this Friday. I hope you have a fantastic weekend. I will be finishing up our trip series...and then we will be back to normal life. I am not sure what normal is...lol...but it's a great attempt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3674021174598023514?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3674021174598023514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3674021174598023514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3674021174598023514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3674021174598023514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/end-of-week.html' title='End of the Week'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-4844016311711916041</id><published>2012-01-12T15:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:31:25.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee Trip Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnwFAgPtxLU/Tw8_5g1_MHI/AAAAAAAACAc/opBcyZ540hU/s1600/DSCF0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696842310948434034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnwFAgPtxLU/Tw8_5g1_MHI/AAAAAAAACAc/opBcyZ540hU/s400/DSCF0562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though it's a little fuzzy, you can take a peek at how high we were on the mountain. This was our mountain for the week. The only souls up there (except for maybe a few bears). It took us several days to be able to spot it on the road, but we did. This was an awesome part of the cabin...we were totally isolated. Away from it all. No neighbors. This is just what we needed for our relaxation.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSujmwpwbW0/Tw8_4zGz99I/AAAAAAAACAQ/cnscIg833jA/s1600/DSCF0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696842298670970834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSujmwpwbW0/Tw8_4zGz99I/AAAAAAAACAQ/cnscIg833jA/s400/DSCF0560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the fourth day we headed up to Ober Gatlinburg. It was a crazy, windy road on the way up there. And boy, it was COLD. The wind was whipping and this was the first time I was a bit chilled. Since there wasn't any snow, except a bit of the man made stuff, there wasn't any skiing going on. But we did try out the Alpine slide. They got to go up in the chair lift to the top of the slide. Here is when Matt took Judah down. Judah loved the slide.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFXjSTjrWyo/Tw8_4kddf8I/AAAAAAAACAE/Reou147UDGQ/s1600/DSCF0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696842294739435458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFXjSTjrWyo/Tw8_4kddf8I/AAAAAAAACAE/Reou147UDGQ/s400/DSCF0559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the girls got down on their first run. Though they were a bit slow the first run (especially Esther), they loved it enough to try again. I think they were brave to try. Some of those people were coming down fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8977-E0X3dM/Tw8_T-ZEi2I/AAAAAAAAB_0/EZqSzv6AJRA/s1600/DSCF0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696841666045184866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8977-E0X3dM/Tw8_T-ZEi2I/AAAAAAAAB_0/EZqSzv6AJRA/s400/DSCF0558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt took William up...all kids six and under had to ride with an adult. Matt kept them at a pretty nice speed, so they got to enjoy the full extent of the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANxjxa00rJY/Tw8_SpfZp8I/AAAAAAAAB_o/oaItCD56dMY/s1600/DSCF0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696841643254720450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANxjxa00rJY/Tw8_SpfZp8I/AAAAAAAAB_o/oaItCD56dMY/s400/DSCF0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my boy Caleb. He took ONE look up that hill and that was enough for him. He said that looks scary...and did he want to go down...with big eyes, "NO." So Caleb hung out with me at the bottom...watching all the sliders come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnfVXSQvaNg/Tw8_SZ5x5CI/AAAAAAAAB_c/gYdaRmQzb08/s1600/DSCF0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696841639070393378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnfVXSQvaNg/Tw8_SZ5x5CI/AAAAAAAAB_c/gYdaRmQzb08/s400/DSCF0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got to the slide we just hung out for a bit....the slide was closed because it had ice on it. So, we took our one picture with the white stuff. Judah looks so happy in this picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmNCjYJaSmg/Tw8_RfhCwyI/AAAAAAAAB_U/FSkIydhy6-I/s1600/DSCF0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696841623397384994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmNCjYJaSmg/Tw8_RfhCwyI/AAAAAAAAB_U/FSkIydhy6-I/s400/DSCF0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite picture from the trip. This was taken outside the cabin. Caleb and Esther look freezing, and Judah and William took off their jackets because they got hot running around. Love this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FtLNV9CmrEE/Tw8_RLn13JI/AAAAAAAAB_E/7g83R69DeAk/s1600/DSCF0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-4844016311711916041?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4844016311711916041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=4844016311711916041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4844016311711916041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4844016311711916041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/tennessee-trip-part-4.html' title='Tennessee Trip Part 4'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnwFAgPtxLU/Tw8_5g1_MHI/AAAAAAAACAc/opBcyZ540hU/s72-c/DSCF0562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5197856085089180491</id><published>2012-01-08T18:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:07:29.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennesee Trip Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PjE8y_mCXg/Twos0Gy8nUI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ocZRB-XDhKA/s1600/DSCF0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695413952452533570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PjE8y_mCXg/Twos0Gy8nUI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ocZRB-XDhKA/s400/DSCF0526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to post yet another picture of our beautiful surroundings. We drove up a huge mountain to get this shot. It was so breathtaking. There is just something about the mountains that bring such peace to your spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNwQ5zP2hgg/Twosz6TVdKI/AAAAAAAAB-U/EP7CQx-rGb8/s1600/DSCF0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695413949098718370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNwQ5zP2hgg/Twosz6TVdKI/AAAAAAAAB-U/EP7CQx-rGb8/s400/DSCF0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went into Gatlinburg on our second day there and visited Ripley's Tennessee Aquarium. It was very nice, considering we were so far from the ocean. I am thankful that my husband had me call ahead, because with our proof of homeschooling we were able to get in for only a 1/3 of the price. The kids had fun looking at all of the sea creatures...and they especially liked crawling through all of the tubes, so the kids could feel like they were in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDGNUwuRyQw/TwosyuZ2xnI/AAAAAAAAB-M/r1o4axwUZZY/s1600/DSCF0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695413928724973170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDGNUwuRyQw/TwosyuZ2xnI/AAAAAAAAB-M/r1o4axwUZZY/s400/DSCF0523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gang is all here...ready to be eaten by some large animal. They all had such a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YD4FaJeYfE/TwosyRLtX5I/AAAAAAAAB98/OY53lVWKhC0/s1600/DSCF0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695413920881008530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YD4FaJeYfE/TwosyRLtX5I/AAAAAAAAB98/OY53lVWKhC0/s400/DSCF0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also had tubes that went straight up. William looks a bit mesmerized by Nemo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAg6CJ_S_7o/Twor_grWRpI/AAAAAAAAB9g/cIyiudvS9AI/s1600/DSCF0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695413048866915986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAg6CJ_S_7o/Twor_grWRpI/AAAAAAAAB9g/cIyiudvS9AI/s400/DSCF0515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had this runner that you stood on and it moved you under the sea. We got to look up at Hammerhead sharks, Nurse sharks, Stingrays...it was so cool. Judah periodically would jump off and watch everything. Well, at the end of the moving platform, Judah spotted a large button. He thought it would be cool to press it. It stopped the whole runner and a large buzzer went off. I just looked at the kids and said, "keep moving kids." :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gSD2aJmQ5g/Twor_Rpf_rI/AAAAAAAAB9U/yMmvonKjO80/s1600/DSCF0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695413044832632498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1gSD2aJmQ5g/Twor_Rpf_rI/AAAAAAAAB9U/yMmvonKjO80/s400/DSCF0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There faces were full of wonder. Lots of questions and minds were churning. I love moments like these. Mix a bit of fun and school together at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlFxXA-LY4/Twor-G5fHxI/AAAAAAAAB9I/OVSbawlsIa4/s1600/DSCF0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695413024767024914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlFxXA-LY4/Twor-G5fHxI/AAAAAAAAB9I/OVSbawlsIa4/s400/DSCF0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little boo boo bear. So cute. Here he is on the side of the mountain at the cabin. I think the high for that day was 35 degrees...so he was bundled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-5197856085089180491?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5197856085089180491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5197856085089180491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5197856085089180491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5197856085089180491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/tennesee-trip-2012-part-3.html' title='Tennesee Trip Part 3'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PjE8y_mCXg/Twos0Gy8nUI/AAAAAAAAB-k/ocZRB-XDhKA/s72-c/DSCF0526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2371774748858288567</id><published>2012-01-05T06:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:32:09.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee Trip Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_qYYlrpiAQ/TwWQh5Q2ETI/AAAAAAAAB8w/c_LbSGXFd3k/s1600/cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694116215861416242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_qYYlrpiAQ/TwWQh5Q2ETI/AAAAAAAAB8w/c_LbSGXFd3k/s400/cabin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would post a few pictures of our lovely cabin. Our little piece of heaven. This was a dream come true. I can't believe that we were able to do this, and to be so blessed with the most beautiful cabin ever. For those of you who are interested, check out &lt;a href="http://www.cosbycreekcabins.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.cosbycreekcabins.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and you will find the company that we went through. They were totally welcoming every time you called, the cabin was furnished beautifully and it was super clean. And when one of the televisions didn't work the first night, they were out there in three hours to fix it. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUeRMDcTj2w/TwWM7g8z8KI/AAAAAAAAB8k/jdCC9UR6Z5A/s1600/trip9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694112257965027490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUeRMDcTj2w/TwWM7g8z8KI/AAAAAAAAB8k/jdCC9UR6Z5A/s400/trip9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This space was one spot that the kids spent a lot of time in. They loved the big jetted bathtub in the master bedroom. Every day Judah begged to have a bath with BUBBLES. We bought some bubble bath for the trip and we almost used the whole bottle. The little kids swam in it, splashed and had a good time. A lot of times I would fill the tub when they were in the outside hot tub so that when they came in the house they would jump in this one. I could have definitely brought this home with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN3IM1rYR8s/TwWM7XbUKWI/AAAAAAAAB8U/oSctn92mebA/s1600/trip8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694112255408613730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN3IM1rYR8s/TwWM7XbUKWI/AAAAAAAAB8U/oSctn92mebA/s400/trip8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am the first night with William and Esther. I was tired after a long day, so I hunkered down in the beautiful master bedroom. The kids watched a bit of television and I coasted into dream land. The girls had their own suite upstairs and the boys had a futon couch that pulled out for them to sleep on in the living room. This cabin slept eight people, so there was more than enough room for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0VW-iQFrtI/TwWM7NaNqFI/AAAAAAAAB8E/y1KI_0ImqWg/s1600/trip7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694112252719638610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0VW-iQFrtI/TwWM7NaNqFI/AAAAAAAAB8E/y1KI_0ImqWg/s400/trip7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt snapped this picture so you could see the beautiful craftsmanship of the cabin. The cabin was only a few years old and it stood by itself on top of a mountain. There was a gate on the bottom of the hill that took you to the cabin on the top, after a crazy, scary ride up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--L4HMkdmfOk/TwWM6z2pOdI/AAAAAAAAB78/sb0LS1hyCPA/s1600/trip6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694112245859563986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--L4HMkdmfOk/TwWM6z2pOdI/AAAAAAAAB78/sb0LS1hyCPA/s400/trip6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the whole living room and dining room area. We had the fireplace running constantly and we spent so much time together here (as you can see Caleb made his own spot in front of the fireplace. He wasn't too keen on the cold weather ). It was lovely. We played checkers, cards and we put together a 500 piece puzzle. The main goal of this trip was to relax and we fulfilled that need.&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;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/8529757591989539348-2371774748858288567?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2371774748858288567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2371774748858288567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2371774748858288567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2371774748858288567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/tennessee-trip-2.html' title='Tennessee Trip Part 2'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_qYYlrpiAQ/TwWQh5Q2ETI/AAAAAAAAB8w/c_LbSGXFd3k/s72-c/cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-270248139183442740</id><published>2012-01-04T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:06:11.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennesee Trip Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLmT32-UhRE/TwRaYTCyjUI/AAAAAAAAB70/XxfmMFOqo3A/s1600/trip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693775202378485058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLmT32-UhRE/TwRaYTCyjUI/AAAAAAAAB70/XxfmMFOqo3A/s400/trip3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our destination...above! This was the view from our cabin...on top of a gigantic hill...or may I say mountain. After 10 hours in the car, this was just beautiful to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EpeFMxleXc/TwRaYBOSTTI/AAAAAAAAB7k/GSqhXVEQTb4/s1600/trip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693775197594864946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EpeFMxleXc/TwRaYBOSTTI/AAAAAAAAB7k/GSqhXVEQTb4/s400/trip1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here were our two traveling companions, Barney and Diego. Who knew that one day I would travel with a purple dinosaur and a little Spanish boy...haha? Judah and William couldn't go anywhere without these two. They are very well traveled. So, on a pit stop in South Carolina, I made them known to the world that they were with us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqvosjI-fZQ/TwRaIBNIOrI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/BGC6CcSmYeE/s1600/trip4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693774922712103602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqvosjI-fZQ/TwRaIBNIOrI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/BGC6CcSmYeE/s400/trip4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hit rain almost the whole way up there...when we got to the mountains it cleared up a bit. This was one of the views that we had on the way up. Since Matt and I LOVE the mountains, this made our hearts soar. It was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjioesTLwe0/TwRaHTlExDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/dauueyV2t_A/s1600/trip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693774910464508978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EjioesTLwe0/TwRaHTlExDI/AAAAAAAAB7M/dauueyV2t_A/s400/trip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So close. I think this picture was taken outside of Asheville. We took a quick pit stop there to see a friend...who was not there...but that was okay. We got to see where they live and had some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oSio9mWpSfc/TwRaHFT-SXI/AAAAAAAAB7A/BWr6RN6TUt8/s1600/trip5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693774906634684786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oSio9mWpSfc/TwRaHFT-SXI/AAAAAAAAB7A/BWr6RN6TUt8/s400/trip5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road weary travelers. After many movies, a few arguments and some laughs we got there. Matt took this when we were there just a few minutes. The fire was on, and our time there began. When we walked into the cabin, we all just screamed with excitement. We couldn't believe how nice it was. When you dream about a cabin, this met and surpassed all of those dreams. We couldn't believe that we were there. It was so beautiful! Notice that two of my kids (Matt and I were too) are wearing flip-flops...not exactly normal footwear for this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-270248139183442740?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/270248139183442740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=270248139183442740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/270248139183442740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/270248139183442740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/tennesee-trip-part-1.html' title='Tennesee Trip Part 1'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLmT32-UhRE/TwRaYTCyjUI/AAAAAAAAB70/XxfmMFOqo3A/s72-c/trip3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2731947354517189622</id><published>2012-01-02T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:02:03.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Quiet</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here in a very quiet house...strangely enough where there are seven kids and four adults. We crashed at our friends the Bevan's for two days in our old stomping grounds, Cleveland Tennessee. Our trip is coming to a close...which is a good thing. It actually didn't speed by because we really did relax and just enjoy. I am so thankful for that...this was not your high speed Disney vacation. This vacation was just what the Reynolds Nation needed. And today we are supposed to do a bit of shopping and then back to the sunshine state.&lt;div&gt;Now, most of you didn't know this...but Matt and I were seriously thinking about moving up here. We love Tennessee and this is city fits us like a glove. We have old friends here, a great church...and we LOVE Tennessee.  And we really don't care for Florida...that isn't a secret. So, after our cabin days this week...we came to spy out the land in Cleveland and see what the Lord would have to say. And yesterday afternoon, Matt and I both looked at each other and said, "this isn't for us." We admitted it..which was so hard, because we really do LOVE it here. But we return today, knowing God isn't quite finished with us in Florida...and he may never be...and that is okay...because I would rather in be in the worst place in the world and in His will than in paradise and out of his will. I feel totally at peace about this. And so does Matt...so we return to Florida expecting God to move in many areas of our life and to see him work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then...we will be on the road again and I promise to get some pics up for you this week. It's been a blast...cheers...and here's to a fantastic 2012!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-2731947354517189622?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2731947354517189622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2731947354517189622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2731947354517189622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2731947354517189622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-quiet.html' title='In the Quiet'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8216921999996278644</id><published>2011-12-30T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:28:58.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't been blogging since our trip on Tuesday. It's because I have been having too much fun!!! We arrived at our cabin on Tuesday afternoon and we were amazed, stumped, in love, overwhelmed. It was absolutely magnificent!!! It was the picture perfect cabin that you dream about. With all the walls made from logs, wood floors, braided rugs and curtains with bears on them. And of course we had the lovely hot tub on the porch and the jacuzzi tub in the the huge master suite. The best part was the amazing views of the mountains.  The cabin sits on top of a mountain ( the driveway makes you pray hard)...and you overlook the whole countryside and at night you can see the dull roar of lights from Gatlinburg from afar. It's is absolutely breathtaking.&lt;div&gt;The best part is that we have enjoyed just hanging out here. We finished a 500 piece puzzle, played lots of games of checkers and cards, and just enjoyed hanging out. The whole point of being here was to decompress...and we have accomplished that. Once again, I don't have any pictures yet...but I will next week when we are home. So, let me wish you an early happy new year and I will see you next year:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-8216921999996278644?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8216921999996278644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8216921999996278644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8216921999996278644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8216921999996278644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6182239724905832035</id><published>2011-12-27T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:47:59.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from the Highway</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are on the road..right now in the mountains of North Carolina...headed to our beloved Tennessee. Matt hooked up the I-pad to his phone so we have had Internet access the whole trip. So, I couldn't miss out on blogging from the road (and yes, I am in the passenger seat)...how many opportunities do you have to do this.&lt;div&gt;We woke up at three in the morning and were on the road within a half an hour...the forecast called for rain and we got plenty of it. But right before we hit NC it stopped. Matt drove the first  few hours and then I drove after. It has been a great trip. The kids are watching movies...and as we hit the mountains we heard a lot of "whoa" and " look at that" and my personal favorite from William, "this is creeping me out." It feels so good to be up here. Looking forward to some much needed rest.  I told Matt a few minutes ago, " I was meant to be in the mountains," and he agreed. There is something so beautiful and majestic about them. Soothing and peaceful. Can't post pictures, but I will when we get back. I will keep you updated, as the memories stay fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-6182239724905832035?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6182239724905832035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6182239724905832035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6182239724905832035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6182239724905832035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/blogging-from-highway.html' title='Blogging from the Highway'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8816857140459995065</id><published>2011-12-26T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:11:38.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>Spending the day getting ready  for our trip to Tennessee. It's amazing to me to see how much stuff we need for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt;. Crazy! Especially when you're headed to a colder climate. Shorts and t-shirts are much easier to throw in a bag than  jackets, sweaters and pants. &lt;div&gt;Feeling exhausted from the busy last week before Christmas. We had a lovely day yesterday, but I feel a bit run down today. Our house is almost packed and the rest of the day will be preparing for take off. Our dogs will be taken care of nicely with our house sitter, and we are ready for a little rest. Will keep you updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-8816857140459995065?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8816857140459995065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8816857140459995065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8816857140459995065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8816857140459995065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5449232081225481348</id><published>2011-12-25T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T12:26:49.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice in His Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdJUNyPuTp8/TvdcUiUnreI/AAAAAAAAB60/zIge8oPwdGA/s1600/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690118162086342114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdJUNyPuTp8/TvdcUiUnreI/AAAAAAAAB60/zIge8oPwdGA/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this beautiful day, rejoice in the birth of a special baby...born to save you and me. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reynolds Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8529757591989539348-5449232081225481348?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5449232081225481348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5449232081225481348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5449232081225481348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5449232081225481348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/rejoice-in-his-birth.html' title='Rejoice in His Birth'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdJUNyPuTp8/TvdcUiUnreI/AAAAAAAAB60/zIge8oPwdGA/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8476746079601180979</id><published>2011-12-24T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:07:29.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aIrxnlpWxU/TvXaN3imUsI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Zg4WpBpujVI/s1600/bonfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689693636034712258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aIrxnlpWxU/TvXaN3imUsI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Zg4WpBpujVI/s400/bonfire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night the family came over and we had a beautiful bonfire outside on the property. The kids gathered sticks in the pasture and Matt's brother brought a load of firewood. Though the weather didn't cooperate (it was 82 degrees here yesterday), we still had a lovely night. The kids roasted marshmallows and we made smores. I think they each ate a ton of the lovely white creations...which they needed to keep up with their pace. Despite it being so dark out the kids ran all around the property and played with their two younger cousins. It was a relaxing evening with the family.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I wrapped a ton of gifts. Though we only got the kids three presents, it seemed like so much. Matt sat there and talked to me...it was a nice time. This morning I am making our traditional homemade apple fritters and plan on having a lovely day. This is the first year that we will not be going to Grandma's on Christmas eve...at 92 she moved to Uncle Scott's house about 2 hours away. A tradition that has been here for decades is gone. Kind of sad, and hard to have change. But God is making some new traditions here at the Reynolds Nation. He is faithful to replace what is gone. God is good. Happy Merry Christmas Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-8476746079601180979?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8476746079601180979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8476746079601180979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8476746079601180979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8476746079601180979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautiful-night.html' title='Beautiful night...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aIrxnlpWxU/TvXaN3imUsI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Zg4WpBpujVI/s72-c/bonfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3453870601459458812</id><published>2011-12-22T15:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:48:46.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZirAOauGKQ/TvOV15hh_II/AAAAAAAAB6Q/WuXCcBMyHo8/s1600/AfricaMadagascar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689055507506134146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZirAOauGKQ/TvOV15hh_II/AAAAAAAAB6Q/WuXCcBMyHo8/s400/AfricaMadagascar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to Madagascar. Yes, that's where they went. Our &lt;a href="http://www.thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/operation-christmas-child.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Remember our boxes...from Operation Christmas Child. We sent out 10 boxes out into the unknown. Filled with hope. With love. And with lots of expectation. Well, yesterday we got an email saying that our boxes went all the way to Madagascar. How awesome is that? All the way to Africa. Another part of the world. Who is experiencing summer right now. Who may not know Jesus. Just to see Esther's face when I showed her where the boxes went brought joy to my face. It became real to us then. Our boxes really could make a difference. And because of our love, time, and prayers it truly will make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3453870601459458812?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3453870601459458812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3453870601459458812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3453870601459458812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3453870601459458812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-way.html' title='All The Way...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZirAOauGKQ/TvOV15hh_II/AAAAAAAAB6Q/WuXCcBMyHo8/s72-c/AfricaMadagascar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-9200336299112337393</id><published>2011-12-21T07:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:57:33.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>I have been missing in action again...so busy with the holiday. Though the last few weeks have been slow and relaxing, this last week seems to be super busy. On Sunday we spent the whole afternoon with Matt's family. The kids decorated gingerbread cookies...an annual event...and we hung out with the family. The weather was perfect and the kids had a great day together. Lots of swinging on the swings, running and just playing. Though my mother in law had movies set for them, they never sat still long enough to watch them. Which is a good thing, right? I would much rather have my kids play outside then sit in front of the tube. Though I am thankful for the backup plan.&lt;div&gt;On Monday the kids had their homeschool Christmas party...here at our house. They had fun making a craft and eating with friends. Once again we had a movie planned (polar express, a favorite) but the kids wanted to be outside. So they played, and played, and played...and were full of sugar from lots of cookies.  On Monday night I went out and did my final shopping with my mom. That was fun, and I introduced her to my favorite burger joint, Five Guys. Of course she loved it and was a fun night. Yesterday i had a a busy day with Caleb, taking him for his routine psych appointment...that's another post with lots of good news. It is all consuming going to the appt. because I drive 200 miles...but this doctor is worth it. And then we ended the night with a Christmas party at our church...which was fun for all of us and full of yummy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as you can see it has been a busy few days...and it doesn't get any quieter anytime soon. We are gearing up for our big trip up north and of course Christmas for five kids.  I hope your days are going well...and I am sure busy too. I will be back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-9200336299112337393?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/9200336299112337393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=9200336299112337393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/9200336299112337393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/9200336299112337393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8835656850385392534</id><published>2011-12-16T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:47:42.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVUm8lY6P90/TuurqiO6IWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/1SkzaVRC-90/s1600/christmas%2Bgiving.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVUm8lY6P90/TuurqiO6IWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/1SkzaVRC-90/s400/christmas%2Bgiving.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686827701717573986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Advent calendar #16...go o the bell ringer for the salvation army and give. No, they didn't give much, but it was in the right mindset. We want to raise our kids as givers, so you have to start somewhere.  The kids were actually excited and William was talking about how the money was going to "poor people."  I thought it was an overall sweet moment and one day I hope this little seed of giving grows huge and they all give above and beyond. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please excuse my teenager Bryn for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;participating&lt;/span&gt;. Though she wanted to come, she is bogged down with school work and is needing to get it done before the holiday!&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/8529757591989539348-8835656850385392534?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8835656850385392534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8835656850385392534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8835656850385392534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8835656850385392534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/advent-calendar-16.html' title=''/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVUm8lY6P90/TuurqiO6IWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/1SkzaVRC-90/s72-c/christmas%2Bgiving.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3387468167199513087</id><published>2011-12-15T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:46:25.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Judah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUPChkdzRcw/TuojjY33gaI/AAAAAAAAB50/o61BB16KUeQ/s1600/judahcraft.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686396570387841442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUPChkdzRcw/TuojjY33gaI/AAAAAAAAB50/o61BB16KUeQ/s400/judahcraft.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it is quiet in the house, always check where Judah may be. On this particular day he had set up his own craft table...and was busy with glue, scissors, and construction paper. Oh my Judah! This cute thing was full of smiles and busyness that day. He is always striving to be like his older brothers and sisters...so this was one way that he could do that. After leaving a mess and a tiny lecture from me (he is prone to want to eat the glue still or cut his own hair), he still had a small unrecognizable craft. Love this boy. He brings a lot of fun (and gray hair) to this house :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3387468167199513087?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3387468167199513087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3387468167199513087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3387468167199513087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3387468167199513087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-is-judah.html' title='Where is Judah?'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUPChkdzRcw/TuojjY33gaI/AAAAAAAAB50/o61BB16KUeQ/s72-c/judahcraft.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6832640770536431221</id><published>2011-12-14T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:36:29.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7V7l85AoGQ/Tuj6oZbiHiI/AAAAAAAAB5o/S8VFMtSHq6I/s1600/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686070101483331106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7V7l85AoGQ/Tuj6oZbiHiI/AAAAAAAAB5o/S8VFMtSHq6I/s400/charlie.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/8529757591989539348-6832640770536431221?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6832640770536431221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6832640770536431221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6832640770536431221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6832640770536431221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet.html' title='Sweet!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7V7l85AoGQ/Tuj6oZbiHiI/AAAAAAAAB5o/S8VFMtSHq6I/s72-c/charlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3079331350120651796</id><published>2011-12-13T06:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:59:51.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing to Make Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwICCEQMF5Y/Tuc9j9esXDI/AAAAAAAAB5c/bI7LIwYX1NE/s1600/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685580742586555442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwICCEQMF5Y/Tuc9j9esXDI/AAAAAAAAB5c/bI7LIwYX1NE/s400/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night we had a lot of fun. It was day 12 on the advent calendar and it said to, "watch a movie and eat ice cream." Well, rather than eat plain old ice cream, I took this idea from &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;www.pinterest.com&lt;/a&gt;. The kids were so surprised. I kept them out of the kitchen (barely) and made this little snowman creation. They loved it. It's amazing that just a little creativity (not even my own creative skills), a little time...makes a lifetime of memories.&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/8529757591989539348-3079331350120651796?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3079331350120651796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3079331350120651796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3079331350120651796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3079331350120651796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/continuing-to-make-memories.html' title='Continuing to Make Memories'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwICCEQMF5Y/Tuc9j9esXDI/AAAAAAAAB5c/bI7LIwYX1NE/s72-c/snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1552604055129070103</id><published>2011-12-12T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:03:45.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday...if you haven't noticed.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Monday again. It always seems to sneak up on me.  I wish the weekends would go slower...they always seem to go by so fast. It was an enjoyable weekend. After our Friday night date with the boys, we were at our local parade early the next morning. The kids look forward to it so much...I think more for the candy rather than the actual parade.  I think we collected (no joke) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; 25 pounds of candy. Not so good for the teeth or the belly...so it will be distributed out slowly. It was a nice time for some of the family to get together and to meet up with old friends.&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday night we met up with another family and had a yummy pizza dinner...at one of my favorite pizza joints. And then we headed over to a local church who did a "Walk Through Bethlehem" production. You actually walk through the town of Bethlehem...or at least what it would have looked like. It feels so real and the kids loved it. I loved going by the temple and seeing the priests with their hats and breastplates...which looked just like the ones we had made for our history project...I got a few wide eyes from the kids!  Anyway, it was a great weekend. Looking forward to the next few weeks.  Love this  season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-1552604055129070103?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1552604055129070103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1552604055129070103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1552604055129070103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1552604055129070103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-mondayif-you-havent-noticed.html' title='It&apos;s Monday...if you haven&apos;t noticed.'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8414009469029524794</id><published>2011-12-10T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:58:46.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7QXJzOd3I8/TuOcGdI9HoI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ETc1FW1Igho/s1600/date.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684558789387034242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7QXJzOd3I8/TuOcGdI9HoI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ETc1FW1Igho/s400/date.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the girls were out of the house, spending the night at Nana's house, we were left with the "energy" of the Reynolds Nation. What to do? What to do? How can we keep them occupied with weary and tired parents...it had been a long and busy week. Nothing that a little shopping and ice cream can't cure! We had one more present to buy (for one of the girls) and I had some Kohls bucks to use...so we headed out to Walmart and Kohls. In the end we found what we wanted online later that night, but we still had fun together. The picture snapped above is after our trip through Kohls. When we were walking around, I heard another shopper say, "those kids are talking a mile a minute." How true, how true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GPYUFnMomg/TuOcGP8oFDI/AAAAAAAAB5E/N29fbKvlDQY/s1600/date1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684558785845662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GPYUFnMomg/TuOcGP8oFDI/AAAAAAAAB5E/N29fbKvlDQY/s400/date1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goofing off in one of the aisles. Don't they look incredibly handsome? I love Caleb's hat...he looks like one of those old guys who sits on the front porch of his house. What a fun night together. And when we got home, the kids fell asleep in minutes. The "energy" was spent.&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/8529757591989539348-8414009469029524794?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8414009469029524794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8414009469029524794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8414009469029524794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8414009469029524794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/friday-date-night.html' title='Friday Date Night'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7QXJzOd3I8/TuOcGdI9HoI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ETc1FW1Igho/s72-c/date.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2933290213638935672</id><published>2011-12-09T07:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:02:32.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful time of the year. Despite the warm weather, it has been such a delightful season. I am loving this time...speckled with a few activities, but mainly just time together. Simply Delightful!&lt;br /&gt;1. I am so grateful for the advent calendar that I made for us. It has forced us to slow down a bit and anticipate a fun activity to do together. It has been wonderful for our family.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful that the medicare season is over and Matt will be back to his regular schedule...though the financial bonus will be great, the stress level for him was way too high.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful for little voices that float through my house all day. They bring life to this house.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful for only one more week of school. So ready for a nice, long break.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am so thankful for our future trip to Tennessee...just 18 days away. I can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday everyone. Be blessed in this beautiful season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-2933290213638935672?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2933290213638935672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2933290213638935672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2933290213638935672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2933290213638935672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/gratitude-friday.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-4477273587479965005</id><published>2011-12-08T19:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:49:23.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Party Reynolds Nation Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_vB-VtQpYw/TuFawlOneII/AAAAAAAAB44/YyZyvkMsJZ4/s1600/dance2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683923995391916162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_vB-VtQpYw/TuFawlOneII/AAAAAAAAB44/YyZyvkMsJZ4/s400/dance2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 8 of the Advent Calendar says...Play Christmas music really loud and dance around the room...I got them to stop for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xeqxq3GeB6M/TuFawQrAsvI/AAAAAAAAB4s/1bRFyHQH7Tw/s1600/dance1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683923989873865458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xeqxq3GeB6M/TuFawQrAsvI/AAAAAAAAB4s/1bRFyHQH7Tw/s400/dance1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swing dancers they are, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-4477273587479965005?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4477273587479965005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=4477273587479965005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4477273587479965005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4477273587479965005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/dance-party-reynolds-nation-style.html' title='Dance Party Reynolds Nation Style'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s_vB-VtQpYw/TuFawlOneII/AAAAAAAAB44/YyZyvkMsJZ4/s72-c/dance2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6176525850064700015</id><published>2011-12-07T06:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:38:52.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of Loveliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UO9EQvaofCk/Tt9Og7XF5-I/AAAAAAAAB4g/t7XDW0Qc7a8/s1600/wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UO9EQvaofCk/Tt9Og7XF5-I/AAAAAAAAB4g/t7XDW0Qc7a8/s400/wreath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683347582362183650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night we put this on our wall...it was a surprise gift from a friend who just returned from Maine and brought me a little Maine back with her.  On Facebook the other day we were joking about her bringing back a Maine Christmas tree...haha...didn't think much of it.  Though this New Yorker loves the smell of fresh pine and the thought of a fresh Christmas tree.  Most of the trees down here seem to have traveled a million miles, so they never have that fresh smell. Anyway, yesterday I got a message asking me to pick a little gift up from this friend at work.  She owns a little shop in Maine, so I figured it was a little trinket from her store.  But no, it was this lovely wreath, just put together at a Christmas tree place...put together just for me.  I was so overwhelmed with gratitude.  She brought it all the way down from Maine, on the airplane. So sweet. She told me that she couldn't bring a tree, so this was the next best thing.  I just sat there and drank in all the beautiful smells from the bag.  It brought me back to my childhood...all the Christmases when I was a little girl in New York.  Simply lovely.  It also made me think about how much I dislike living in Florida (but that's another post, another time).&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I would share a bit of loveliness with you.  As I sit here, I can still smell the beautiful fragrance.  What a beautiful gift.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-6176525850064700015?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6176525850064700015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6176525850064700015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6176525850064700015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6176525850064700015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/bit-of-loveliness.html' title='A Bit of Loveliness'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UO9EQvaofCk/Tt9Og7XF5-I/AAAAAAAAB4g/t7XDW0Qc7a8/s72-c/wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5920628939714863280</id><published>2011-12-04T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:45:06.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Lovely Are Your Branches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WkaO-2t_E8/TtuTRX16FII/AAAAAAAAB4U/VZx9zu92Lxo/s1600/christmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WkaO-2t_E8/TtuTRX16FII/AAAAAAAAB4U/VZx9zu92Lxo/s400/christmastree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682297281525191810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night our tree went up.  I didn't want to put it up Thanksgiving weekend (not that we had any time) because the holiday was so early this year.  I truly like to keep Christmas for the month of December.  So yesterday afternoon we pulled out all of our boxes and decorated the tree.  The kids were so excited and loved every second.  My favorite part was looking at all the kids' ornaments.  Every year we get each kid an ornament for Christmas (along with one from their Nana)...so they have quite collection now.  Bryn has almost 30 ornaments.  It's fun to look at each one and talk about the memories of Christmas past.  We had a great time...the house looks beautiful.  And to finish off the evening we sat in the living room and enjoyed the tree...all lit up in the dark house while the Christmas music played.  What a lovely way to end a Saturday night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-5920628939714863280?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5920628939714863280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5920628939714863280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5920628939714863280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5920628939714863280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-lovely-are-your-branches.html' title='How Lovely Are Your Branches...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WkaO-2t_E8/TtuTRX16FII/AAAAAAAAB4U/VZx9zu92Lxo/s72-c/christmastree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1032287572295744224</id><published>2011-12-03T07:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T07:41:08.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patter of Little Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi1llzQBVvY/TtoXJUzezII/AAAAAAAAB4I/tLoM1eEZMgE/s1600/christmasfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681879328852200578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi1llzQBVvY/TtoXJUzezII/AAAAAAAAB4I/tLoM1eEZMgE/s400/christmasfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our craft for yesterday...Christmas feet. The kids loved it...they said that I was tickling their feet. I painted their feet and they painted the trunk and the star. And while they waited for their turn they colored a sheet I printed out of a cute Christmas tree. They had fun doing this and they turned out really well. I got this idea from my new favorite site, &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.pinterest.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...a virtual organizer of ideas and thoughts. I love it. Everything on my boards is categorized into sections, such as...Christmas, yummy food, my style, glorious fall, etc. And when you see ideas on the main boards or a friend's board that you like, you PIN it to your specific board. It is a great way to organize your ideas. So, I had pinned this idea weeks ago and now it came to be. This works really well for homeschooling mom. I have lots of ideas that I think I will remember, but then I forget and find it way after the event happened. So, now with Christmas upon us, I just check out my Christmas board and see what I have pinned and pull my ideas from there. Super fun. Great for my need for organization. And my kids benefit the most. Have a happy Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-1032287572295744224?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1032287572295744224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1032287572295744224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1032287572295744224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1032287572295744224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/patter-of-little-feet.html' title='Patter of Little Feet'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi1llzQBVvY/TtoXJUzezII/AAAAAAAAB4I/tLoM1eEZMgE/s72-c/christmasfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7201573700638249156</id><published>2011-12-02T08:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:25:45.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Cookie Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMyHB_61bCI/TtjQJnYRVZI/AAAAAAAAB38/KYR2bf2hYOI/s1600/cookies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681519793536062866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMyHB_61bCI/TtjQJnYRVZI/AAAAAAAAB38/KYR2bf2hYOI/s400/cookies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In celebration of the month of December and all it's glory I always start the month by making my family's special peanut butter balls. I only make these cookies during the Christmas season, so this is a special way to start the holidays. These cookies also happen to be the favorite cookie of my husband's boss. He talks about them all year and asks for me to make some for him...and I always respond that I can't make them until December. Yesterday, I also made these special snowflake cookies for a friend of mine who just had a baby. I delivered a yummy meal to her along with these sweet treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N12Z1jIvVdI/TtjQJmQLDgI/AAAAAAAAB3w/nDBBFGG6tzU/s1600/cookies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681519793233661442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N12Z1jIvVdI/TtjQJmQLDgI/AAAAAAAAB3w/nDBBFGG6tzU/s400/cookies1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a special surprise I stopped by one of my dearest friends house and delivered a yummy treat for her and her family. I think she was truly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6NSdCkhTnU/TtjP-pPaQzI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/_4EkeqE2Pgg/s1600/cookies%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681519605057209138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6NSdCkhTnU/TtjP-pPaQzI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/_4EkeqE2Pgg/s400/cookies%2B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy insurance agents they were. My husband had his boss believing that I didn't say anything about making the cookies this year. At the two o'clock hour I came with my special surprise. I must say that my sweet treat didn't last long :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-7201573700638249156?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7201573700638249156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7201573700638249156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7201573700638249156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7201573700638249156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/special-cookie-delivery.html' title='Special Cookie Delivery'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMyHB_61bCI/TtjQJnYRVZI/AAAAAAAAB38/KYR2bf2hYOI/s72-c/cookies2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7200698298675632767</id><published>2011-12-01T18:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:22:28.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zgwq3NWD5oI/TtgLMiaF9aI/AAAAAAAAB3M/vehg9p2w_Gc/s1600/advent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681303239950464418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zgwq3NWD5oI/TtgLMiaF9aI/AAAAAAAAB3M/vehg9p2w_Gc/s400/advent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To welcome the beautiful month of December, I was able to put together this wonderful Advent Calendar. It is to remember to take time and cherish and remember the true reason for this season. I got the idea from Emily Anderson, over there at &lt;a href="http://www.theandersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://www.theandersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...check out her blog...it is simply awesome and she has wonderful crafty ideas. She got the idea from &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.pinterest.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...which is another addicting site for me. Check it out and celebrate this beautiful season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-7200698298675632767?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7200698298675632767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7200698298675632767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7200698298675632767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7200698298675632767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow-december.html' title='Wow December!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zgwq3NWD5oI/TtgLMiaF9aI/AAAAAAAAB3M/vehg9p2w_Gc/s72-c/advent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3409346945113676995</id><published>2011-11-29T15:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:59:40.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrific Tuesday!!</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here next to my open windows...breathing a huge relief that the weather is picture perfect today. So tired of the warm weather. There is nothing like having your windows open...and having pandora music going with some nice worship music playing.&lt;div&gt;Had a super busy day here at home. Lots of laundry washed, folded, hung up and put in drawers. School work completed, which is always a lovely thought. I then organized all the drawers of Esther's wardrobe. Every thing was quite a mess...shirts with the jammies, that kind of mess. We were able to get rid of some stuff, and reorganize. One thing I hate about Florida (and there are numerous things I hate about Florida), is when the kids drawers are shoved full of clothes needed for warm weather and cold weather...aaahhhh! It drives me crazy. You never know what the kids need each and every day. Anyway, that is completed...I was tempted to dive into the boys drawers...but I resisted since my back (which has been stressed lately) was aching already. It was giving me a sign to settle down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I am not boring you...just another busy day. Lots of little things completed and done. I love days like that. I do, of course, love being home more than anything...so this pacifiers the soul a bit. The days are always busy...not sure what I expect with five kids. Busy should be my middle name. But I know one day that busy will change and it will be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just pushed my kids outside. They have spent too much time inside today. Time to burn some energy. I fully believe that the boys bottle twice the amount of energy that girls do, so hopefully this will slow them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost went to the grocery store...it's time again. We have eaten all the leftovers from Thanksgiving....which was quite lovely. Last night I made a yummy pot pie with the last of the turkey (except for one bag which will be used for another pot pie or stir fry in the future). It hit the spot. So, once again my fridge is empty...have my list ready to go...now if I can only get there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you are having a happy Tuesday...I am. Be blessed today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3409346945113676995?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3409346945113676995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3409346945113676995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3409346945113676995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3409346945113676995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/terrific-tuesday.html' title='Terrific Tuesday!!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3208722495547828272</id><published>2011-11-29T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:20:10.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder for a Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px 0px 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; WORD-WRAP: break-word" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription actorName" style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‎" I believe in Christ like i believe in the sun- Not because i can see it, but by it i can see everything else."&lt;br /&gt;- C.S. Lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px; -webkit-tap-highlight-: autofont-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;color:rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"   &gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8529757591989539348-3208722495547828272?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3208722495547828272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3208722495547828272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3208722495547828272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3208722495547828272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/ponder-for-moment.html' title='Ponder for a Moment'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5460898367271266210</id><published>2011-11-28T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:59:38.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>French Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFOoUr8sTbw/TtPckOrz1YI/AAAAAAAAB3A/U8EloJ-rfVY/s1600/beretgirl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680126070019577218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFOoUr8sTbw/TtPckOrz1YI/AAAAAAAAB3A/U8EloJ-rfVY/s400/beretgirl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look who came to school today...our French friend, Esther. Our crazy girl Esther got a beret this past weekend on a shopping trip with her Nana, and she showed up to school wearing it. Never a dull moment around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-5460898367271266210?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5460898367271266210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5460898367271266210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5460898367271266210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5460898367271266210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/french-connection.html' title='French Connection'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFOoUr8sTbw/TtPckOrz1YI/AAAAAAAAB3A/U8EloJ-rfVY/s72-c/beretgirl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3980126570526653380</id><published>2011-11-27T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:57:59.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday afternoon and I am feeling exhausted. I feel like I need a free day to recover from the holiday. I am so tired. It has been nonstop since Tuesday. Nonstop cooking. Nonstop baking. Nonstop running. Nonstop shopping since Black Friday. I was thinking last night that I am not prepared for the school week, which I have somewhat prepared since then, but I can't believe school is starting again tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;Even so, it has been a great holiday.  Matt was off for five straight days...we spent lots of time with family and friends. We had fun doing crafts, baking, and all the prep work there is for the holiday. But I guess tomorrow it is back to reality. Back to real life...at least for three more weeks...until we start our next holiday. In between that time we will be doing lots of crafts and fun stuff. This is my favorite time of the year. Is it yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3980126570526653380?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3980126570526653380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3980126570526653380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3980126570526653380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3980126570526653380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-exhaustion.html' title='Turkey Exhaustion'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1798099818027422591</id><published>2011-11-26T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:23:19.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Friday, not really Black</title><content type='html'>I must admit that I love Black Friday.  I love the sales. I love the rush. I love the challenge. But I don't love the crazy people who will fight over one item. I always go with an expectation of what I want, but if I don't get it, I know that God has a different plan. I will never fist fight or wrestle over a child's toy. Crazy. Mad. So not Christ like.&lt;div&gt;Matt and I headed to Walmart at nine o'clock on Thanksgiving night. No, I don't like the fact that they moved the sales to the holiday...but it really didn't matter. We had celebrated with our family all day and we just trying to stay out of our turkey coma anyways.  This year instead of forming a line Walmart had you stand near your future purchases until the time chimed ten o'clock. Matt and I split up (I am so thankful he loves to shop with me, because I wouldn't have got the deals I did without him)...he headed to the bikes and I to the Legos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my true Allison fashion, I started talking to all the other moms hanging out by the Legos, barbies and matchbox cars. Matt thinks I am crazy...he knows I always talk to complete strangers. And then there was poor Bianca, our Walmart sales rep who was guarding our future purchases. Poor girl. She didn't want to be there. And she had fears of being trampled. We were all laughing, making jokes...as the aisles filled up over the course of the hour. Matt and I couldn't text each other because of the box store, so I assumed he was in position.  It had to have been one of the funniest hours...instant friends.  In the end, at ten o'clock, I grabbed a Barbie with a pink dress and a set of cars, and my new friend (who was closer to the Legos) grabbed my awesome box of Legos and then we swapped. Lots of team work. All the people were grabbing stuff for each other. It was incredibly fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then met up with Matt who was able to secure two bikes...we then headed over and grabbed some pj's...and we were out the door. No other stores had anything we really wanted, so Matt and I were at home and in bed by the eleven o'clock hour. What a perfectly good night for me and my pocket book:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-1798099818027422591?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1798099818027422591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1798099818027422591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect-friday-not-really-black.html' title='Perfect Friday, not really Black'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2424156808324865748</id><published>2011-11-24T06:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:34:56.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Establishing Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaY4WP8SQRY/Ts7UfPAY10I/AAAAAAAAB20/DV-QlhgIbDk/s1600/turkeyday%2Bhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678709813229967170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaY4WP8SQRY/Ts7UfPAY10I/AAAAAAAAB20/DV-QlhgIbDk/s400/turkeyday%2Bhat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twelve Years ago during Thanksgiving Matt and I were talking about the years past of holidays in the homes that we grew up in. Matt had always gone to his Grandma's house and had the huge family dinner...lots of cousins, food and family laughter. I, on the other hand, had grown up having Thanksgiving at home...sometimes with other family or friends. But my parents had always made it a big deal. My mom made a big spread all day..chips, dip, special breads, fruit...and then we had our traditional meal. While we snacked all morning we watched the Macy's Thanksgiving parade and watched my mom prepare a huge meal. It brings back such warm feelings thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt and I decided that Thanksgiving that we wanted our kids to experience something similar...the traditions started in our home...the big spread, the Macy's parade, the fun in our own home. This was a difficult decision. We were still a young couple and we knew that it would hurt some feelings. But Matt and I felt it was important to start this tradition then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward those twelve years...and we have established those traditions with our five kids. For weeks the kids have been talking about the Macy's day parade...the kids have asked me if I am making that "special" dip that I always make on Thanksgiving day. To see their eagerness and excitement has shown we made the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on this special day I will be cooking tons of yummy food and taking time to be thankful for all of God's blessings. Happy Thanksgiving!!!&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/8529757591989539348-2424156808324865748?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2424156808324865748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2424156808324865748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2424156808324865748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2424156808324865748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/establishing-traditions.html' title='Establishing Traditions'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zaY4WP8SQRY/Ts7UfPAY10I/AAAAAAAAB20/DV-QlhgIbDk/s72-c/turkeyday%2Bhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3335838326395414717</id><published>2011-11-23T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:42:55.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbCYq0vC-8E/Ts1MPMryRcI/AAAAAAAAB2c/BcJw96HYnvA/s1600/math.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678278529170687426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbCYq0vC-8E/Ts1MPMryRcI/AAAAAAAAB2c/BcJw96HYnvA/s400/math.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the very warm temperatures outside (can we say 81 degrees, yuck), my house is trying to keep up with the outside. This temperature has been practically stuck on my oven for the past two days...and it will be again tomorrow. So, if you want to know what is going on the Reynolds Nation...just take a peek in my oven. Bread, pie, pie, bread, pie and soon to be turkey. That's what's going on here. Happy baking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3335838326395414717?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3335838326395414717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3335838326395414717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3335838326395414717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3335838326395414717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-house.html' title='Hot House'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbCYq0vC-8E/Ts1MPMryRcI/AAAAAAAAB2c/BcJw96HYnvA/s72-c/math.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-4423849948555667462</id><published>2011-11-21T09:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:52:59.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Christmas Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLZ7qic9rgE/TsphYm_NxlI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/SDsCqKuuOkc/s1600/OCC_logo_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677457355664377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLZ7qic9rgE/TsphYm_NxlI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/SDsCqKuuOkc/s400/OCC_logo_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year we teamed up with my husband's work place and worked with them in getting boxes together for Operation Christmas Child. This was an exciting experience getting boxes together for underprivileged children around the world for Christmas. It's hard for the kids to understand how to make a difference in another child's' life. But this is an opportunity for the kids to touch what is given, to choose it and then pray for each box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677456793052277154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRXEtBos5l8/Tspg33GCaaI/AAAAAAAAB2E/og21K5ifqRU/s400/occ1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; The kids after they filled each box (doesn't Judah look a bit disgruntled). It was amazing how much fit into each box. Our family gave 10 boxes and our little town collected over 700 boxes! How awesome is that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5smrQIa9jQ/TspgfMcJCII/AAAAAAAAB14/xm8FWzhEuj8/s1600/occ3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677456369285400706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D5smrQIa9jQ/TspgfMcJCII/AAAAAAAAB14/xm8FWzhEuj8/s400/occ3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we all are after our shopping trip. It was a bit overwhelming having to select over a hundred items for our boxes. The little kids had a hard time understanding that the items they were choosing were not for them...it took a bit of time to catch on. We tried to make a mixture of personal hygiene items (like toothpaste, toothbrush and soap)...along with some fun games, notepads, stickers and items that my own kids would play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ3xlmyicls/Tspgc1GDKkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/npkXy9b4y_w/s1600/occ2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677456328658987586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jZ3xlmyicls/Tspgc1GDKkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/npkXy9b4y_w/s400/occ2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esther picked out two little stuffed animals...because she loves collecting them ourselves. Our prayer was that each item would be hand picked by the Lord...designated for the child it was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AZ7bq12DfU/TspgcgfDO5I/AAAAAAAAB1g/Z8fyRiz8rQQ/s1600/occ4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677456323126705042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AZ7bq12DfU/TspgcgfDO5I/AAAAAAAAB1g/Z8fyRiz8rQQ/s400/occ4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little kids had a blast picking out the items. Each kid picked out enough items to fill two boxes...that was a lot of stuff! This isn't the first year we have done this, and we hope to do it again. The best part is that my husband registered each box, so we will be able to track where our boxes went. Which will enable us to pray for that country and believe that our time, love and bit of money made a difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-4423849948555667462?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4423849948555667462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=4423849948555667462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4423849948555667462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4423849948555667462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/operation-christmas-child.html' title='Operation Christmas Child'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NLZ7qic9rgE/TsphYm_NxlI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/SDsCqKuuOkc/s72-c/OCC_logo_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-933314286361218987</id><published>2011-11-18T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:05:08.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>My heart is overflowing today with love and thankfulness for my life. Though at times it is difficult and full of change, I am so blessed. So many out there would love to live this life. I can only have total love, joy and thankfulness for a God who gave this to me. Without writing a list this week, I can only say go love on your blessings. We are blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-933314286361218987?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/933314286361218987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=933314286361218987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/933314286361218987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/933314286361218987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-friday_18.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2578424459086673038</id><published>2011-11-17T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:43:25.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The In-Place to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHMKvKs8PTc/TsVvZzN2mhI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/5UBzjvMRP7A/s1600/walmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676065394406103570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHMKvKs8PTc/TsVvZzN2mhI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/5UBzjvMRP7A/s400/walmart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I have a picture of Walmart on my blog. I know totally weird and in need of explanation. This is where my family hung out (okay, not exactly hung out, but stayed briefly) last night. Our town has been waiting for a Super Walmart for years. It has been the talk for such a long time...get one...don't get one...get one...don't get one. That's what the talk was like. Years ago they voted against a piece of land to be used for it, and then turned around and put a Home Depot there. Not sure what happened there. Anyway, this has been in the works for a long time. The Walmart for our time is small. The parking lot is always full and it's crowded. This was needed.&lt;br /&gt;Now to talk directly towards the anti-Walmart people. Yes, I believe in community stores first. I will always buy there first...as long as it works good for my family. We are budget conscious. Our numbers are tight as a one income family. So, with that in mind, I will always try to buy local first. To keep jobs here. To keep business here. But if doesn't fit in my family budget, I have to pay attention to that first. And to think about jobs...an additional 220 jobs were made just from opening this Walmart. That is good for this community. It's not like they are putting a brand new, never before Walmart in our town...this is replacing the first with better, which means more jobs. And the old store is supposed to be used for another store. And there are already plans to put more businesses surrounding the Walmart, which means more jobs. I will get off my box now.&lt;br /&gt;To go back to the original point, my family and I strolled around the new store last night. Talked to some neighbors...ran into old friends. It was fun. And a bit kooky...that's okay with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-2578424459086673038?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2578424459086673038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2578424459086673038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2578424459086673038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2578424459086673038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-place-to-be.html' title='The In-Place to Be'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHMKvKs8PTc/TsVvZzN2mhI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/5UBzjvMRP7A/s72-c/walmart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7890908983332676524</id><published>2011-11-16T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T07:56:24.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneous Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWNBTmTzYfM/TsOxkqsbPLI/AAAAAAAAB1A/t-Niz42aPcs/s1600/barneybday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675575198910987442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWNBTmTzYfM/TsOxkqsbPLI/AAAAAAAAB1A/t-Niz42aPcs/s400/barneybday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crazy things that we do for our kids...seems to happen on a daily basis here at the Reynolds Nation. Yesterday, Judah woke up and said it was Barney's birthday. All the kids do this periodically. Well, Judah was very serious. And he wouldn't stop talking about it. Then he got the other kids got involved. And next thing you know they are planning a party for the afternoon. Esther made a list of things that needed to be done and Judah was getting really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujCJLIJoi7c/TsOxksCLyCI/AAAAAAAAB04/uZOwpNqbYOE/s1600/barneybday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675575199270684706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujCJLIJoi7c/TsOxksCLyCI/AAAAAAAAB04/uZOwpNqbYOE/s400/barneybday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next thing you know, we are taking a quick trip to our local Publix and buying a birthday cupcake for Barney (no time for baking today). And we anticipated the big moment all day. After dinner and dad was home, we had Barney's moment. Judah said it was Barney's first birthday...but actually he is 14. We have had the Barney doll for that long...handed down to each kid respectfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for a few extra dollars and a little bit of time we made a little boy happy. Once again, it is these moments that we will be laughing at one day when the kids are older. And these pictures will be proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-7890908983332676524?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7890908983332676524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7890908983332676524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7890908983332676524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7890908983332676524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/spontaneous-birthday-party.html' title='Spontaneous Birthday Party'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWNBTmTzYfM/TsOxkqsbPLI/AAAAAAAAB1A/t-Niz42aPcs/s72-c/barneybday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3043566176596124031</id><published>2011-11-15T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:51:45.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love  Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lifg2lXaC1Q/TsLQvBNMniI/AAAAAAAAB0s/g4P9lb3Wcl4/s1600/letter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675327986636463650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lifg2lXaC1Q/TsLQvBNMniI/AAAAAAAAB0s/g4P9lb3Wcl4/s400/letter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was sitting on the recliner this morning, wide awake, but feeling a bit tired. I was up at 4:30 in the morning, and I never went back to sleep. I hate mornings like that. I have noticed that the older I get the harder it is for me to have a full nights sleep. Or maybe it was Judah's knee kicking me in the back&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);" &gt;. He joined us in the early morning...which isn't that rare at this house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, to get back to the story...William came by me with an envelope and he handed it to me and then walked away. Inside the envelope was an I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love You Mom letter. William is just starting to get comfortable with his writing...which means the letters will start. I have been through this before and I love it. I will gets lots of secret letters...hidden messages...special surprises. I have stacks of them filed away from all my kids. This is one of those little bonuses for being a mom. One day I will go through them all...when they are in their own homes...when they have their own babies giving them notes. Thank you God for these special deliveries.&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/8529757591989539348-3043566176596124031?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3043566176596124031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3043566176596124031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3043566176596124031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3043566176596124031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-letters.html' title='Love  Letters'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lifg2lXaC1Q/TsLQvBNMniI/AAAAAAAAB0s/g4P9lb3Wcl4/s72-c/letter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-4988009083063302769</id><published>2011-11-14T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:25:24.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Monday!</title><content type='html'>I am very ready for Monday. Yes, I know that doesn't happen often. Not really at all. I treasure my weekends. I love having Matt home. Helping me with the kids...being my team leader. I love those days. But for some reason I am ready for Monday. Maybe it's the hint of the holidays in the air. It feels pretty fantastic. My windows have been open for days. Which is quite delightful for this New Yorker. Can't stand the air conditioning pumping 24 hours a day. My kids actually complained this morning that they were cold. I laughed at them, and said, "don't worry it will be warm later."&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we jump into Ancient Greece. I am very excited. I loved reading the Odyssey when I was younger. I loved all the excitement, and old stories. So, today we venture into that time frame. This is our last week of school before our Thanksgiving holiday. My thoughts are on menus, decorations and having Matt home for five days. And the best part is that we will take a break from school. Though I love school with the kids, it is so nice to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was busy. I worked on Christmas presents, made rice krispie treats for the kids, and worked on our Operation Christmas Child boxes (that will be a post for later in the week). The kids seemed unusually grumpy, so we had the boys in bed nice and early...and they were fast asleep in just a few minutes. The girls stayed up with us to watch the Duggar Family's World Tour. The Duggars are our favorite...if you haven't seen them, check them out on the TLC website. They are an awesome large family (19+ kids) who are raising their kids with strong Christian values. So, we all were on the bed watching with our bowls full of popcorn. A good way to end the night. God is good. Expecting a great week ahead. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-4988009083063302769?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4988009083063302769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=4988009083063302769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4988009083063302769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4988009083063302769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-monday.html' title='Hello Monday!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5970421855780679096</id><published>2011-11-13T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:37:21.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh a Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQyRm-sPje4/TsBiiXswFaI/AAAAAAAAB0g/iDcUI97PPO0/s1600/388528_186107754807465_174252539326320_393582_24110950_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674643873103615394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQyRm-sPje4/TsBiiXswFaI/AAAAAAAAB0g/iDcUI97PPO0/s400/388528_186107754807465_174252539326320_393582_24110950_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; A Sunday funny for you. Be blessed today.&lt;br /&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/8529757591989539348-5970421855780679096?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5970421855780679096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5970421855780679096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5970421855780679096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5970421855780679096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/laugh-little.html' title='Laugh a Little'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQyRm-sPje4/TsBiiXswFaI/AAAAAAAAB0g/iDcUI97PPO0/s72-c/388528_186107754807465_174252539326320_393582_24110950_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1036266180260188329</id><published>2011-11-11T06:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:17:23.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here early in the morning...was up at five thirty...after a great night of sleep. Got to spend some time in prayer, and then move down stairs without any of the kids knowing. How delightful is that???  I like having a few minutes to myself...it doesn't happen much around here. I cracked our front windows...instead of opening them all up...because we are having our coolest morning of the season..49 degrees( quite lovely). I can't freeze the kids out. Hope you plan on having a great weekend...I do!&lt;div&gt;1. I am thankful for all the service men and women who served our country to guarantee our freedom. This great country would not be the same without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am thankful for the quiet and cold morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I had a thankful heart this morning for the ability to homeschool. How I am blessed to provide my kids a quality education...and to see their smiles and their desire to learn. To watch William, my six year old, make a Great Wall of China out of juicy fruit candy yesterday...how awesome is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am thankful for my husband...who still makes me laugh after all these years. I love him so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am thankful that God knows and provides my next step...he is awesome to always provide.&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/8529757591989539348-1036266180260188329?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1036266180260188329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1036266180260188329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1036266180260188329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1036266180260188329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude-friday.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6999617374265873847</id><published>2011-11-10T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:43:36.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pugalicious Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvPzS9pBQmo/TrxTjQFL28I/AAAAAAAAB0U/ho0OIVyiXHE/s1600/estherpug.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673501495657225154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvPzS9pBQmo/TrxTjQFL28I/AAAAAAAAB0U/ho0OIVyiXHE/s400/estherpug.bmp" 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/8529757591989539348-6999617374265873847?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6999617374265873847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6999617374265873847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6999617374265873847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6999617374265873847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/pugalicious-thursday.html' title='Pugalicious Thursday!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvPzS9pBQmo/TrxTjQFL28I/AAAAAAAAB0U/ho0OIVyiXHE/s72-c/estherpug.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6823585008992529025</id><published>2011-11-09T07:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:41:11.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woeful Tale of Edward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ymALwgXe0/Trp0yCnnleI/AAAAAAAAB0I/J0PIe4EBDCE/s1600/edward.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672975083671885282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ymALwgXe0/Trp0yCnnleI/AAAAAAAAB0I/J0PIe4EBDCE/s400/edward.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Edward...you have seen him before. He is our rescue pug who has become one of the family. We love him so much. But there is one who loves him most. That's our Esther. When we first got Edward in May, she was responsible to feed him and take him for potty brakes. Well, that was enough for him...he attached himself right to her hip. He sleeps by her...sits on the floor next to her during school...they watch television together...where ever Esther is, Edward is also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNTIL....Esther goes away. Then he is a lost puppy. He looks around all day for her. And now, with the cooler weather and the doors open, he sits by the door waiting for her (case in point, above). It's so sad. You want to cheer him up, but he just won't. He is full of woes...waiting for his Esther. And when she returns, he barks, spins in circles and loves on her. It is the sweetest relationship. She loves him, as much as he loves him. We love our Edward! &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/8529757591989539348-6823585008992529025?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6823585008992529025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6823585008992529025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6823585008992529025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6823585008992529025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/woeful-tale-of-edward.html' title='The Woeful Tale of Edward'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8ymALwgXe0/Trp0yCnnleI/AAAAAAAAB0I/J0PIe4EBDCE/s72-c/edward.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1705200579543437193</id><published>2011-11-08T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T16:13:36.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Precious Mountains in Homeschooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNFqQxNvltY/TrmbNtIwnbI/AAAAAAAABz8/eZREhYCShfk/s1600/mount.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672735865406791090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNFqQxNvltY/TrmbNtIwnbI/AAAAAAAABz8/eZREhYCShfk/s400/mount.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was just one of those awesome school days where you are so pleased. We were finishing up everything and I was ending our unit on the planet Venus. He kids have enjoyed our work about the planets...it's always interesting and the kids are always full of questions. We had an experiment today to show about the patterns lava make when they come from a volcano. We had found out that Venus is full of volcanoes. Well, as we did this, Esther asked if there were any volcanoes in our country. Mount Saint Helen's immediately came to mind. So, I started talking about when it happened...I actually remember this event in history..and I was able to instantly pull up video and pictures of Mount Saint Helen's when it erupted in 1980. The kids were thrilled. They threw out a ton of questions...including my 14 year old who isn't doing astronomy this year, but was interested to hear what I had to say. It was an awesome, teachable moment. Which by the way, having the iPad at my fingertips does help with instruction at the table. Even so, with just the ability to pull up those images is crazy...at the drop of a hat they were before our eyes. Love these moments with my kids...when I get to introduce another great part of life to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-1705200579543437193?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1705200579543437193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1705200579543437193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1705200579543437193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1705200579543437193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/precious-mountains-in-homeschooling.html' title='Precious Mountains in Homeschooling'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNFqQxNvltY/TrmbNtIwnbI/AAAAAAAABz8/eZREhYCShfk/s72-c/mount.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2692204770085063584</id><published>2011-11-08T07:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:36:38.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair 2011</title><content type='html'>Our night at the fair was last night for the Reynolds Nation...and did we have fun!!! We got there when the rides opened and stayed to the end. This was the first year that William and Esther got to ride some of the bigger rides...which was good. We learned that William is not afraid easily, and loves the excitement of each ride...just like Bryn. I just strolled around with them...standing in line...holding their sweaters that they didn't need, it never got really cool :( It was a great night for all of us...I am just thankful that it is only once a year!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xv7K2j1ors4/Trkez_Xw9mI/AAAAAAAABzw/V4ZPWrPUu0M/s1600/fair7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672599084183123554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xv7K2j1ors4/Trkez_Xw9mI/AAAAAAAABzw/V4ZPWrPUu0M/s400/fair7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the first rides of the night...and one of the first grown up rides for William and Esther. By the end, Esther was a bit tearful, but the others loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfjCf-6cBJA/Trkez33xuWI/AAAAAAAABzg/qOYpOugoLXU/s1600/fair6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672599082169907554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfjCf-6cBJA/Trkez33xuWI/AAAAAAAABzg/qOYpOugoLXU/s400/fair6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the my favorite moments...which Judah refused to pose for...eating their foot long corn dogs. They couldn't believe they were so big!!! But that didn't stop them from eating every bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIaQKFPU-38/TrkezlKauqI/AAAAAAAABzY/RsX6crCrOnY/s1600/fair5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672599077147818658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIaQKFPU-38/TrkezlKauqI/AAAAAAAABzY/RsX6crCrOnY/s400/fair5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to take turns riding the little kid rides and the adult rides. We went to the fair as a family and we stayed together as a family. The kids were patient with each other and it made a nice night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AelEGF1yYsA/TrkejkMRP-I/AAAAAAAABzM/hNEaKqB-0cw/s1600/fair4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672598802009243618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AelEGF1yYsA/TrkejkMRP-I/AAAAAAAABzM/hNEaKqB-0cw/s400/fair4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love William's smile on this picture. They all had such a great night. I think the kids went on every ride there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8zzCHuU_Bo/Trkeiw77RmI/AAAAAAAABzE/7a-8SX6Hwvw/s1600/fair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672598788250486370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8zzCHuU_Bo/Trkeiw77RmI/AAAAAAAABzE/7a-8SX6Hwvw/s400/fair2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judah on the merry-go-round...our last ride of the night. Which was the perfect way to end a great night. His face looks so happy here...love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-yPIsGWeOc/TrkeildNE2I/AAAAAAAABy0/wKtrVoJQjMw/s1600/fair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672598785168839522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-yPIsGWeOc/TrkeildNE2I/AAAAAAAABy0/wKtrVoJQjMw/s400/fair1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryn and Kelsey...friends since they were one year old. After taking the picture, Matt realized that Bryn matched the pig...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhO1-LRx2n4/TrkeXgWQtZI/AAAAAAAABys/Md21rFITGpQ/s1600/fair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672598594818979218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhO1-LRx2n4/TrkeXgWQtZI/AAAAAAAABys/Md21rFITGpQ/s400/fair3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two crazy kids spun this tea cup like no one else. I couldn't believe they weren't sick afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GpDY13J5kLQ/TrkeXbDNgpI/AAAAAAAAByc/psekQZxcBI0/s1600/fair9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672598593396900498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GpDY13J5kLQ/TrkeXbDNgpI/AAAAAAAAByc/psekQZxcBI0/s400/fair9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first ride of the night...a free fall. First time Bryn went on one like this...and she loved it. She wasn't scared of any of the rides. That's Caleb on there too...having a great time.&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;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/8529757591989539348-2692204770085063584?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2692204770085063584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2692204770085063584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2692204770085063584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2692204770085063584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/fair-2011.html' title='Fair 2011'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xv7K2j1ors4/Trkez_Xw9mI/AAAAAAAABzw/V4ZPWrPUu0M/s72-c/fair7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6568996884922134487</id><published>2011-11-06T16:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:08:15.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Happenings</title><content type='html'>Lounging in my Jammie's right now. Feeling relaxed and refreshed....despite the screams I keep on hearing from my kids. They are wrestling with their dad and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;having so much fun. It's amazing that the kids love such rough play..and then they come crying to me when they lose the fight. Fun times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Had a lovely lunch with my mother-in-law and my family. It was fun to hang out, talk, laugh and eat good food. The kids were a bit rowdy...I am totally putting blame on the time change ;) Which, by the way, I love. I am such an early riser, so I appreciate the sun up early with me. One of the most hated things is to wake up in the dark.  Especially when the rest of the house is still asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Tonight I am headed out with my sister-in-law and going to a big sale. A little shopping always makes me happy. I also keyed in on some great clearance at Walmart this weekend. Our local Walmart is closing and moving to a new super center...so, some great buys came my way. As the mom of five, I am always looking for the best deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other than that, life is slow. I am all ready for the school week. Making my list out of what needs to be done. Oh yeah, if you read last weekend's post, I talked about not getting my room organized like I wanted to...well I was able to finish today.  Still have to dust, but everything has been reorganized. Yahoo!!! It the simple things, right? Okay, so I have rambled enough. Are you bored of me yet? Have a nice night. Headed to the county fair tomorrow...the kids are so excited, so I should have some good pictures of that. Signing off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-6568996884922134487?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6568996884922134487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6568996884922134487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6568996884922134487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6568996884922134487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-happenings.html' title='Sunday Happenings'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-77009539803848863</id><published>2011-11-05T07:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T07:44:39.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of the Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PJGrpZyDKo/TrUfiuIofgI/AAAAAAAAByQ/QwU5hRXg8-c/s1600/brynpuzzle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671473987103260162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PJGrpZyDKo/TrUfiuIofgI/AAAAAAAAByQ/QwU5hRXg8-c/s400/brynpuzzle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my girl, Bryn Elisabeth. Our oldest. Our first. Our beautiful girl. Who is in the midst of being a teenager. I am so glad that I don't have to live those days again...but we will have to walk five little arrows through those days. And this is our first journey. She is a delight. But she still is going through rough days, feelings of inadequacies, and the normal teenage stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At youth group the other day, they had a puzzle out and they were talking about how each of them was a piece of the puzzle. No puzzle piece was the same. They each had their own characteristics. I love that comparison. No two are the same...just like us. But they were also emphasizing that without each piece the puzzle would not be complete. So, they suggested that each of them take a piece home and place it somewhere in their house that is visible. So they can remember that they are a piece of the puzzle...they are important...they are special. This is where Bryn put hers. To remember that she is God's girl. That God made her for this time, this family, and this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is for her to come out of this time stronger than ever. To know who she is in the Lord. To know that she is loved by us. That we cherish and love her. That this Reynolds Nation Puzzle is not complete without her. We are blessed to have her piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-77009539803848863?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/77009539803848863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=77009539803848863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/77009539803848863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/77009539803848863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/piece-of-puzzle.html' title='A Piece of the Puzzle'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PJGrpZyDKo/TrUfiuIofgI/AAAAAAAAByQ/QwU5hRXg8-c/s72-c/brynpuzzle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5567250841795643860</id><published>2011-11-04T08:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:38:46.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzRMlnoClTE/TrPa5SPwF1I/AAAAAAAAByE/D44h6DWrq70/s1600/willpool.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671117033474889554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzRMlnoClTE/TrPa5SPwF1I/AAAAAAAAByE/D44h6DWrq70/s400/willpool.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snapped this picture yesterday...no, it's not summertime....the girls are in the local indoor pool for swim team, and the boys enjoy splashing around a bit. Good times...even in November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am thankful for the unknown and change...it's all about trusting in a God who is bigger than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am thankful for all my provision...the Lord always goes above and beyond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am thankful for the joy he brings...even on the busy, pull your hair out days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am thankful for all the little hand prints on the windows and walls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am thankful for the breakthrough that is coming...God is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-5567250841795643860?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5567250841795643860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5567250841795643860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5567250841795643860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5567250841795643860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-snapped-this-picture-yesterday.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzRMlnoClTE/TrPa5SPwF1I/AAAAAAAAByE/D44h6DWrq70/s72-c/willpool.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7448163147945965060</id><published>2011-11-02T06:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:57:10.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a86hne4IQcI/TrEh2v8HGFI/AAAAAAAABx4/Pc9kkREEPps/s1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670350630301407314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a86hne4IQcI/TrEh2v8HGFI/AAAAAAAABx4/Pc9kkREEPps/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only two years apart... my bit of "energy" keeps me on my toes. They make me laugh and at times made me cry. Believing God will do mighty things with these two brothers. Here they are at their visit with Nana yesterday. I am blessed to be their mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-7448163147945965060?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7448163147945965060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7448163147945965060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7448163147945965060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7448163147945965060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-energy.html' title='My Energy'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a86hne4IQcI/TrEh2v8HGFI/AAAAAAAABx4/Pc9kkREEPps/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3668150941000155150</id><published>2011-11-01T11:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:58:28.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet It Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKbXUOgpJSc/TrAWud2POjI/AAAAAAAABxg/CwJSI31dHnI/s1600/willschool.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670056918401366578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKbXUOgpJSc/TrAWud2POjI/AAAAAAAABxg/CwJSI31dHnI/s400/willschool.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another successful day at school. I have such great kids when it comes to working on their school work. The are busy bees getting each subject finished. Yesterday we started a week long study on Ancient China, which they are finding fascinating. This, after a week in Ancient India and next week we will be in South America. We have been globe trotters lately. It's been a lot of fun. I learn more and more each day. And to see the kids faces when they hear new information is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today we were reviewing some of our astronomy facts about Venus (we are studying astronomy for the whole year ) and I spiced it up a bit by adding an incentive!!! I threw in some yummy candies for answering questions right. And as you can see, you can tell who won...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy November!!!!!!&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/8529757591989539348-3668150941000155150?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3668150941000155150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3668150941000155150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3668150941000155150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3668150941000155150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='How Sweet It Is!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKbXUOgpJSc/TrAWud2POjI/AAAAAAAABxg/CwJSI31dHnI/s72-c/willschool.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1677775913123745173</id><published>2011-10-31T19:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:12:14.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye October, See You Next Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ea87rLxUYI/Tq8pKy8bOYI/AAAAAAAABxU/kg9Ws8v21Bo/s1600/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669795721333389698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ea87rLxUYI/Tq8pKy8bOYI/AAAAAAAABxU/kg9Ws8v21Bo/s400/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is about how much we dress up around here for Halloween. Esther decided to make her own wedding dress the other night...and after a few changes and adjustments, this is what was created...from a throw blanket and a sash. Totally beautiful. This is a tradition around here at the Reynolds Nation...dress up. We have had a ton of costumes over the years and we even make our own from old t-shirts, dresses...anything you can think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to go back to the Halloween thing. Matt and I originally dressed up our kids for the holiday. Didn't think to much about it. But as the years progressed, and we wanted to be more pure before the Lord and to follow his plan...we stopped the costumes for Halloween. One main thing that made us change is the desire to not duplicate what the world does. It is hard sometimes. The world has lots of desirable things. But this was just a standard that we made for our home. We try to attend local fall festivals for the kids to enjoy the season...that I think is fun and builds ton of memories. So, enjoy your night. My kids are headed to bed and I think we may have a quiet night around here. And tomorrow, begins one of my favorite seasons. Can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-1677775913123745173?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1677775913123745173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1677775913123745173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1677775913123745173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1677775913123745173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/goodbye-october-see-you-next-year.html' title='Goodbye October, See You Next Year'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ea87rLxUYI/Tq8pKy8bOYI/AAAAAAAABxU/kg9Ws8v21Bo/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8728229259339537274</id><published>2011-10-30T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:32:26.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>I tried to think of a more jazzy title, but I just couldn't think of anything. So, I will keep it plain and simple :Sunday. &lt;div&gt;The weather was nice today...breezy and cooler. I can't say cool or even cold, but I can admit cooler. Was able to keep the air conditioning off all day, and that's what counts. As I sit here in my bed, I must be honest and say it is a little warm.  But I know as the evening crawls by, it will be nice and brisk in my bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I made by first attempt at Julia Child's beef  bourguignon. I saw it on a television show the other day...and I am always into trying new recipes. And the attempt was utterly SUCCESSFUL!! The recipe called for it to be served on creamy mashed potatoes. And it was so delightful. I loved every bit of it, and we have plenty for a whole other meal. And the best part is that Matt loved it. That's the true test. And to make Matt even happier, I quickly made a pumpkin pie for him. His favorite, remember? I know how to make him happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But because of my cooking acquisition I didn't get to work on what I wanted to. I was hoping to work on organizing my bedroom.  We have made some adjustments in the room in the past few months and it has been very unorganized. My scrapbook table is not usable..so, this week I plan on getting it up to speed. Don't you hate when you end the night without finishing what you intended to start and finish? Well, I guess my family's bellies are happy. I guess I finished something. See you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-8728229259339537274?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8728229259339537274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8728229259339537274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8728229259339537274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8728229259339537274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2829871005641550503</id><published>2011-10-29T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:30:23.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Happenings</title><content type='html'>Oh, Saturday, how I love you. There is nothing like a day off from the real world. Which basically means no school and Matt is home. Not much going on here today.  The weather is a bit dreary...dark clouds, high humidity and a hope for this cold front to push through. Then we may have a cool couple of days ahead of us. In contrary to the record breaking snow that is hitting New England today. They are expected to get up to 8 inches of snow...oh, I am so jealous. I will take the cold, and the snow over this weather any day.&lt;div&gt;Matt and Bryn went to the annual Disney scavenger hunt last night...which entails them running around the outside of all the Disney parks, hotels and attractions looking for specific clues. They have fun doing it...and I stay home with the kiddos and relax. I don't mind skipping this crazy, full speed ahead Disney outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, because of the Disney hunt, Bryn and Matt are a bit ( I mean a lot) tired today. Between their tiredness and the dreary weather, they never left the house today. I, on the other hand, went to a friend's baby shower. A whole bunch ladies laughing about what their Obstetrician says...how big their babies were...and how cute tiny diapers are. Pure fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After grilling hamburgers tonight, Matt and I are trying to get the kids in bed...we are all tired and feel a need for a quiet night. We really prefer quiet days. We don't like running. We like to be at home. It's our favorite thing to do. How about you? Do you love being at home as much as we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,that's our Saturday happenings. Boring, don't you think? A boring family in Florida. Just the way we like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-2829871005641550503?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2829871005641550503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2829871005641550503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2829871005641550503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2829871005641550503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday-happenings.html' title='Saturday Happenings'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-717266327289426002</id><published>2011-10-27T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:38:43.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JgdUYQTq3U/TqnAZ4Ptw4I/AAAAAAAABwA/S_HsaMUubEU/s1600/willpumpkin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668273156850041730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JgdUYQTq3U/TqnAZ4Ptw4I/AAAAAAAABwA/S_HsaMUubEU/s400/willpumpkin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was excited to post my Gratitude Friday post, and then it dawned on me that it was only Thursday. So, I am jumping ahead of myself and making it Thankful Thursday. I don't think you will mind, will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am thankful for a quiet house at night...kids snug in their beds and the house so peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am thankful for the noise that permeates my house all day...knowing one day it won't be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am thankful for homemade chocolate chip cookies...the kind that I made this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am thankful for little kisses from my kids...the unexpected kind that warm the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am thankful for the love that I get from my family. I couldn't live without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-717266327289426002?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/717266327289426002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=717266327289426002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/717266327289426002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/717266327289426002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JgdUYQTq3U/TqnAZ4Ptw4I/AAAAAAAABwA/S_HsaMUubEU/s72-c/willpumpkin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-4182449364579359468</id><published>2011-10-26T13:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:06:23.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Days'/><title type='text'>Unsocialized Homeschooler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lH6Qz4bihME/TqiuS6ERgRI/AAAAAAAABv0/tJkRhwC97JM/s1600/judahshirt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667971770893828370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lH6Qz4bihME/TqiuS6ERgRI/AAAAAAAABv0/tJkRhwC97JM/s400/judahshirt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend gave me this shirt awhile back...and I love it. It reads, "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;warning: unsocialized homeschooler..interact or communicate at your own risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." The main reason that I think this is so funny is that homeschooling parents think that the idea that our homeschooled children are "unsocialized" is hysterical. Most homeschoolers have to turn down so many extracurricular activities because of their already full schedules. My children have never had a problem interacting with other kids or adults. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad to say that there are some parents out there who say they homeschool and they really aren't doing anything with their kids. Or there are also some who homeschool, but there children have so many gaps because the parents aren't thorough with their teaching. And then these kids head to school at some time and give homeschoolers a bad name. No, I am not a perfect homeschooler, but I do believe that my kids are getting a good education. But most of all they are learning so much more...they are getting my time, energy and love. So, if you happen to see one of these shirts, take a moment to have a little laugh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-4182449364579359468?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4182449364579359468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=4182449364579359468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4182449364579359468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4182449364579359468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/unsocialized-homeschooler.html' title='Unsocialized Homeschooler'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lH6Qz4bihME/TqiuS6ERgRI/AAAAAAAABv0/tJkRhwC97JM/s72-c/judahshirt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3874015703188662701</id><published>2011-10-24T19:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:48:20.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unit 1 Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TvAdNqvRzY/TqaqwkgAnqI/AAAAAAAABvQ/LRvHUqiT0Iw/s1600/unit1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667404932500725410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TvAdNqvRzY/TqaqwkgAnqI/AAAAAAAABvQ/LRvHUqiT0Iw/s400/unit1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week we finished up our ninth week of our new curriculum, Tapestry of Grace. After the ninth week, and completing a unit, you are supposed to have a celebration of all the work the kids have done. At first, I thought, this is just another activity I have to put together...but in the end, the kids looked so forward to showing friends and family their work. It was worth every minute of planning, and I already have new ideas for our next celebration. Here are a few snapshots for you of what we worked on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-noRK2J3WG28/TqaqW36-fVI/AAAAAAAABvE/aGj7--0FLY8/s1600/mummy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667404491037506898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-noRK2J3WG28/TqaqW36-fVI/AAAAAAAABvE/aGj7--0FLY8/s400/mummy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had spent three weeks studying Ancient Egypt, which the kids loved...especially Bryn. This is her second time doing an in-depth study of that region, and it truly started a love of history a few years ago. Esther couldn't resist making one of her Barbies into a mummy...which was one of her favorite things we studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lY2-jit0BM/TqaqGoyfYXI/AAAAAAAABu4/62dh5od7UF0/s1600/mummydogs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667404212097474930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lY2-jit0BM/TqaqGoyfYXI/AAAAAAAABu4/62dh5od7UF0/s400/mummydogs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the party I made Mummy Dogs (which the kids kept on calling Mommy Dogs). The special treat was meant to look like a mummy, with their mustard eyes. I think this was super cute and the kids loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYi0yaan1N4/TqYBZvYdYYI/AAAAAAAABus/_zeCaj9bP7Q/s1600/charts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667218722819760514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYi0yaan1N4/TqYBZvYdYYI/AAAAAAAABus/_zeCaj9bP7Q/s400/charts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the charts we worked on together. The charts are showing how Moses' Tabernacle looked and the other one is how God designed the Israelites camp. We had fun looking at how God worked with his people throughout this time period. I was amazed how much the kids remembered and loved this part of the unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lQBdbLQhgg/TqYBDBcUPFI/AAAAAAAABug/NmQVmcAgafQ/s1600/turbans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667218332530785362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lQBdbLQhgg/TqYBDBcUPFI/AAAAAAAABug/NmQVmcAgafQ/s400/turbans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is from the day we made our Priest turbans and breast plates...which the kids wore on the night of the celebration. This was a fun craft for the kids and we got a lot of great compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLIBrlvgBXI/TqYA5Sxk2PI/AAAAAAAABuU/rAfrY3HdDKs/s1600/bread.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667218165384665330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pLIBrlvgBXI/TqYA5Sxk2PI/AAAAAAAABuU/rAfrY3HdDKs/s400/bread.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryn's masterpiece...two loaves of Challah bread...which is traditionally eaten during the Jewish Sabbath. I was amazed how well she did with the braided loaves...and it was absolutely fabulous!!! I don't think I have had better bread and my mother said it reminded her of the bread she used to eat in NYC when she was a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCvFGow-gg8/TqYAjvpnONI/AAAAAAAABuI/Lgd81Njwo_Y/s1600/brynbread.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667217795178772690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCvFGow-gg8/TqYAjvpnONI/AAAAAAAABuI/Lgd81Njwo_Y/s400/brynbread.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Bryn making her bread. It was the first time she experienced making something like it. I think she had a good time and learned a lot about baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ujwu-cUbDH4/TqX_mYlZyAI/AAAAAAAABt8/8BkItPHGFVk/s1600/zigg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667216741015078914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ujwu-cUbDH4/TqX_mYlZyAI/AAAAAAAABt8/8BkItPHGFVk/s400/zigg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Ziggurat that we worked on. This was a fun group project (which is one of the reasons I love this curriculum, because we do so much together no matter what the age). We studied what a Ziggurat was and then we made our own. Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope you got an idea of what we have been up to the last nine weeks. The kids also showed their lapbooks (the kids were all so proud, especially Caleb) and any writing that they produced. It was a fun family night, which I think will hold a lot of memories for my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3874015703188662701?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3874015703188662701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3874015703188662701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3874015703188662701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3874015703188662701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/unit-1-celebration.html' title='Unit 1 Celebration'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TvAdNqvRzY/TqaqwkgAnqI/AAAAAAAABvQ/LRvHUqiT0Iw/s72-c/unit1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-797714234797272824</id><published>2011-10-21T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:02:14.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QK-cIU_2DvA/TqHN_AWgQDI/AAAAAAAABts/5o2pi0XabwQ/s1600/boys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666036288518635570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QK-cIU_2DvA/TqHN_AWgQDI/AAAAAAAABts/5o2pi0XabwQ/s400/boys.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice on the picture above that the boys are wearing their new fleece sweaters. So, you know what happened here in Florida! Cool weather. Finally a brief break from the heat. A break from the mosquitoes. A break from the humidity. Can we shout Hallelujah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am thankful for the cool weather. It always comes when I can't take the heat another second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am thankful for my sweet husband. I think I say this a lot, but he truly is so beautiful to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am thankful for all the funny noises that come out of my house. The giggles, the laughter and even the occasional yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am thankful for sweet boys who sit with me on the chair, snuggling under a blanket while they read to me. Simple pleasures, yes sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am thankful for this season in my life. Though it is so busy and full, it will be gone in a blink. So, now I have the memories to build and look back upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-797714234797272824?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/797714234797272824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=797714234797272824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/797714234797272824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/797714234797272824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/gratitude-friday_21.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QK-cIU_2DvA/TqHN_AWgQDI/AAAAAAAABts/5o2pi0XabwQ/s72-c/boys.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3226101039420058138</id><published>2011-10-19T17:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:17:43.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Open Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, well I just opened them...but it still counts. A bit of cooler weather is moving in and I am taking advantage of it. I am actually thinking of making hot chocolate tonight. I know...long stretch, but that's okay, right?&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am cooking a yummy roast right now. The smell is so inviting. I have biscuits ready to rise, carrots cut and up and ready to cook...and soon a husband who will be very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;*Got lots done today...some things that I have put off a bit. I ordered the rest of my books for the next unit of Tapestry of Grace. Which starts next week...can we say procrastination? They will get here in time...but even so, get on the ball Allison. There is nothing like spending the morning on Amazon picking out books while your kid sounds out words next to you. Love you I-pad! I also spent lots of time on the local library page reserving my books for next week. Soon I will be getting lots of call from little old ladies telling me my books are in. Love those volunteers!&lt;br /&gt;*Did I tell you my house smells so good? :)&lt;br /&gt;*Kids were busy working today in the house. Lots of dusting and putting things away. They do such a good job...which they should, they make 95% of the mess anyway.&lt;br /&gt;*Other than that we have been busy as usual around the Reynolds Nation. Lots of school work. Lots of time together. Enjoying life. Yes, it's not perfect. Yes, it has it's ups and downs...but it is good.&lt;br /&gt;* I feel like my schedule has been freed up a lot lately. A lot less running around. That feels so good. I love to be home most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;*I bought some new tape runners for my scrapbooks...because I am desperately behind on my scrapbooks. And I love to work on them. And I am trying to take more time out for myself. So, I shall be soon working on those.&lt;br /&gt;*That's it. Enough random thoughts...you think. I may come back with more...haha. Have a great Wednesday. Open your windows...like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3226101039420058138?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3226101039420058138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3226101039420058138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3226101039420058138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3226101039420058138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/windows-open-wednesday.html' title='Windows Open Wednesday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7999846053733749329</id><published>2011-10-18T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T08:47:40.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWoUL0fNoo0/Tp1yiijpdeI/AAAAAAAABtk/ZPl9UvAzAj0/s1600/cookie%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664809844019394018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWoUL0fNoo0/Tp1yiijpdeI/AAAAAAAABtk/ZPl9UvAzAj0/s400/cookie%2B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a very successful school day yesterday, we had plenty of time to get in trouble. And that meant pulling out the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"fall"&lt;/span&gt; cookie cutters and making some yummy cookies. I had even found &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"fall"&lt;/span&gt; sprinkles a few weeks ago at Target, so they were quite the hit with the kids. After making the cookies, we were even able to run a few to daddy to brighten up his work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4o-3K5sBc5Y/Tp1yiTULlRI/AAAAAAAABtU/jcW9Ye2m2KA/s1600/cookieesther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664809839927989522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4o-3K5sBc5Y/Tp1yiTULlRI/AAAAAAAABtU/jcW9Ye2m2KA/s400/cookieesther.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esther the artist...takes so much time for each cookie. The boys just dump and run...all they care about is actually eating the cookie, not so much decorating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEj4HQueNwE/Tp1yiOuHO4I/AAAAAAAABtI/MW4i0QRABXU/s1600/cookie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664809838694579074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEj4HQueNwE/Tp1yiOuHO4I/AAAAAAAABtI/MW4i0QRABXU/s400/cookie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Here is Esther's masterpiece. Each cookie decorated and ready to put in the oven. They turned out to be fabulous, and a perfect way to get in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"fall"&lt;/span&gt; spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am posting my cookie recipe for you all. It is the fastest and easiest sugar cookie recipe ever...and the best part is that you don't have to refrigerate the dough for hours before baking (though I do keep it in the fridge in between baking to keep it firm). The cookies literally take a few minutes to whip up...and then we use our favorite fun cutters, or just make circles from a mug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13/4 cup of sifted flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon of baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 teaspoon of salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 cups of butter at room temperature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup of granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mix dry ingredients and then put together the wet with the dry. Put on floured surface to cut out shapes...and I find it easier to spread out with my hand rather than a rolling pin, so it doesn't make it too flat. Bake at 400 degrees for exactly 8 minutes. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-7999846053733749329?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7999846053733749329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7999846053733749329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7999846053733749329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7999846053733749329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/cookie-delight.html' title='Cookie Delight'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XWoUL0fNoo0/Tp1yiijpdeI/AAAAAAAABtk/ZPl9UvAzAj0/s72-c/cookie%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8932973384100579183</id><published>2011-10-17T07:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:21:39.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What we were doing this weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0_juotZ7hM/TpwO5OkbsgI/AAAAAAAABs8/_GTO88SFEOU/s1600/kidsfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664418807651480066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0_juotZ7hM/TpwO5OkbsgI/AAAAAAAABs8/_GTO88SFEOU/s400/kidsfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of my favorite pictures are of my kids picking out their pumpkins. Especially as I see how much they have changed each year...grown up and become so cute. The kids have been begging to pick out their pumpkins for weeks...but living in Florida, you don't want them to get them too early because they rot so quickly. Especially with the 90 degree temps that we were having last week. So, I try to delay it as long as possible. It's hard for them to contain themselves, especially since I have all of our fall decorations up and they have made a few "autumn" crafts. Anyway, long story short...here they are...our little arrows...as cute as can be. Enjoy!&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/8529757591989539348-8932973384100579183?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8932973384100579183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8932973384100579183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8932973384100579183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8932973384100579183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-we-were-doing-this-weekend.html' title='What we were doing this weekend...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0_juotZ7hM/TpwO5OkbsgI/AAAAAAAABs8/_GTO88SFEOU/s72-c/kidsfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1539939569620085982</id><published>2011-10-14T07:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:11:15.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRYiLtMya3Y/Tpgmm_3cqgI/AAAAAAAABsw/6Y9e2F_eIpo/s1600/thatmiathatmiathatmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663318982839282178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRYiLtMya3Y/Tpgmm_3cqgI/AAAAAAAABsw/6Y9e2F_eIpo/s400/thatmiathatmiathatmia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday everyone!!! Love Friday, don't you? Not because it's the end of my work week...that seems to never happen...but it does mean that Matt will be home for two days and not locked up in his office (OK, it's not that bad). So, I always get excited for the weekend...especially after a busy week like this past one. Matt was training new agents...which means...he is super busy, super tired and just plain worn out. I am glad the week is over for him...and for us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Super thankful for God's grace...his abundant grace. He is so patient with me. Anytime I think I have it all figured out, I really don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am thankful for the upcoming cooler weather...not too cool, but enough to allow me to open my windows for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am thankful for almost completing our first unit in Tapestry of Grace. Can't believe it has gone by so fast...and I am loving this curriculum more each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. So thankful for my sweet husband...how many times can I say he is such a hard worker. He works all day and then some more when he gets home...provider must be his middle name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Thankful for all the changes God is swirling around us...anticipating a great future ahead. His plan is higher than mine.&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/8529757591989539348-1539939569620085982?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1539939569620085982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1539939569620085982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1539939569620085982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1539939569620085982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/gratitude-friday.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRYiLtMya3Y/Tpgmm_3cqgI/AAAAAAAABsw/6Y9e2F_eIpo/s72-c/thatmiathatmiathatmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5293937853379623470</id><published>2011-10-13T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:27:00.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Delightful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDEKsCDlyfg/TpbKeDV4WhI/AAAAAAAABsM/veGBQFgvhsI/s1600/judahsleep.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662936199106943506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDEKsCDlyfg/TpbKeDV4WhI/AAAAAAAABsM/veGBQFgvhsI/s400/judahsleep.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love capturing my kids in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Simply Delightful&lt;/span&gt; poses. Last night, our Judah Bear looked so adorable. Snuggled next to his Barney doll...with his Car socks on, and the striped jammies. Can you get any cuter? Sorry, had to post it. They get big so darn fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-5293937853379623470?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5293937853379623470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5293937853379623470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5293937853379623470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5293937853379623470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/simply-delightful.html' title='Simply Delightful!'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDEKsCDlyfg/TpbKeDV4WhI/AAAAAAAABsM/veGBQFgvhsI/s72-c/judahsleep.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-8585045578735425396</id><published>2011-10-11T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T16:16:51.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Hard Working Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF1CGuQ3jbs/TpSi1ymCs1I/AAAAAAAABsA/4vHvs3aoGts/s1600/pie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662329676509655890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF1CGuQ3jbs/TpSi1ymCs1I/AAAAAAAABsA/4vHvs3aoGts/s400/pie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt has been hinting all week that he wants a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; pie...I believe he was just talking about picking one up at the store as a treat. This is the time of year where he gets consumed with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; anything...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; shakes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; pie, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; ice cream...you name it, he loves it, as long as it has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; in it. This is the week he trains all the new agents...which is extremely stressful and he gets really tired. So, as a quick treat, I made him a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; pie this afternoon...fresh from my kitchen, crust and all. I know I made his night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-8585045578735425396?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/8585045578735425396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=8585045578735425396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8585045578735425396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/8585045578735425396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-hard-working-man.html' title='For the Hard Working Man'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF1CGuQ3jbs/TpSi1ymCs1I/AAAAAAAABsA/4vHvs3aoGts/s72-c/pie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-167898362946001305</id><published>2011-10-11T06:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T06:56:15.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting My Feet Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwRFjr25kLg/TpQfsoB2cgI/AAAAAAAABr0/bTdiXd-mPyg/s1600/feet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662185483031441922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwRFjr25kLg/TpQfsoB2cgI/AAAAAAAABr0/bTdiXd-mPyg/s400/feet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a Monday!!! I was inflicted with a small ailment, that took me under for the whole day. I thought I would snap a picture of my feet bundled under Great-Granny's blanket...because I surely know that you wouldn't want to see my face or my hair...it was not a pretty sight. So, not much was done yesterday. The dirty laundry sat. Beds weren't made (why make it when I keep on getting in it?). And the children ran amuck (is that a word?). Matt laughed at me when I told him that I was going to at least get school work done with William, but instead I went to sleep. He says, "remember that's why we homeschool. We have the liberty to take a day off." I forget that sometimes...and we do work hard all the other days. So, here is a picture of my footsies, covered up. Feeling a million times better today. Happy Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-167898362946001305?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/167898362946001305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=167898362946001305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/167898362946001305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/167898362946001305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/putting-my-feet-up.html' title='Putting My Feet Up'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwRFjr25kLg/TpQfsoB2cgI/AAAAAAAABr0/bTdiXd-mPyg/s72-c/feet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1521958297857998546</id><published>2011-10-08T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T08:28:43.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judah Bear and the Mama Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epBEEcSTYCM/TpBBkajaZXI/AAAAAAAABrs/FAfs7Qi9JME/s1600/judahme.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661096825463661938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epBEEcSTYCM/TpBBkajaZXI/AAAAAAAABrs/FAfs7Qi9JME/s400/judahme.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having an extremely wet weekend here in Florida. We are expecting up to 8 inches this weekend...it is coming down with a passion. So, in light of the wet weather...I wanted to share a picture of my little Judah Bear and me. Is he cute, or what? It took a couple of shots to get it...he wouldn't stop making silly faces. Happy Saturday everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-1521958297857998546?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1521958297857998546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1521958297857998546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1521958297857998546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1521958297857998546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/judah-bear-and-mama-bear.html' title='Judah Bear and the Mama Bear'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epBEEcSTYCM/TpBBkajaZXI/AAAAAAAABrs/FAfs7Qi9JME/s72-c/judahme.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2626433765987557293</id><published>2011-10-05T06:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T06:53:29.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtmmKHJPQGw/Tow2zbaNf4I/AAAAAAAABrk/tV8PHbV-ltM/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659959088856792962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtmmKHJPQGw/Tow2zbaNf4I/AAAAAAAABrk/tV8PHbV-ltM/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yyc9qpCdqsU/Tow2qSBe4SI/AAAAAAAABrc/quwLSt_hIxY/s1600/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;highly favored&lt;/span&gt;. Look what the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Lord &lt;/span&gt;has done! And I anticipate so much more in the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt; future&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-2626433765987557293?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2626433765987557293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2626433765987557293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2626433765987557293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2626433765987557293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtmmKHJPQGw/Tow2zbaNf4I/AAAAAAAABrk/tV8PHbV-ltM/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3387300593431693527</id><published>2011-10-03T06:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:41:10.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmTTrafeDc8/TomOnEajf1I/AAAAAAAABrU/6WdWYFNnTJM/s1600/fall4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659211208618901330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmTTrafeDc8/TomOnEajf1I/AAAAAAAABrU/6WdWYFNnTJM/s320/fall4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is a legacy? I had those thoughts this weekend as my family was able to enjoy hours of playtime outdoors. My thoughts went to my father-in-law, Bill. If you read my blog regularly, you know that we lost him to congested heart failure a year ago and now he is with the Lord. But though he is gone, he has left a legacy. He has left memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d817IhRMZPk/TomOnHntppI/AAAAAAAABrM/oZ9ymOwJPtg/s1600/fall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659211209479399058" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d817IhRMZPk/TomOnHntppI/AAAAAAAABrM/oZ9ymOwJPtg/s320/fall3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as my kids were swinging on the pasture swing on Saturday, my thoughts were drawn to the day Bill hung up that swing in the pasture for my kids. And at that time the Reynolds Nation was small...just Bryn, Caleb and baby Esther. But he went out of his way to put this up for them so that they could play. The only one who enjoyed it at that time was Bryn, because the other two were still small. But Bill had thoughts for the future...that all his grandkids would be able to play on it. And so they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp399jtNYC4/TomOm6P10WI/AAAAAAAABrE/BqHl9WFTf2I/s1600/fall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659211205889610082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp399jtNYC4/TomOm6P10WI/AAAAAAAABrE/BqHl9WFTf2I/s320/fall2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was thinking about Bill and how much he loved my kids. And how much he did for them despite his physical limitations. He never put himself before them...he would do anything for them. He loved them always so tenderly and dearly. That's what I miss about him. So, on beautiful Fall days like this, it's like we are with him again. Enjoying Pappap's swing together. This is part of the legacy that he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5dYGcuhSa0/TomOm4591XI/AAAAAAAABq8/WhhUfEqmKGY/s1600/fall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659211205529425266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5dYGcuhSa0/TomOm4591XI/AAAAAAAABq8/WhhUfEqmKGY/s320/fall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3387300593431693527?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3387300593431693527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3387300593431693527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3387300593431693527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3387300593431693527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/legacy.html' title='A Legacy'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmTTrafeDc8/TomOnEajf1I/AAAAAAAABrU/6WdWYFNnTJM/s72-c/fall4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1952514446634135378</id><published>2011-10-01T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:10:44.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is Hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWMUDu85C5g/TodkxroATHI/AAAAAAAABq0/AG2g92UFTcg/s1600/fall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658602261501201522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWMUDu85C5g/TodkxroATHI/AAAAAAAABq0/AG2g92UFTcg/s400/fall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...For cooler weather. We woke up this morning to 65 degrees....which really isn't that cool, but so much better than the normal hot and sticky morning temp of 75. Amazing what ten degrees does (and of course a small dip in humidity)! So in honor of our cool(er) day...we spent the morning outside letting the kids ride their bikes and go on the swing in the pasture. It was glorious. And then (prompted by lots of begging from the kids) we put up all our fall decorations. Lots of pumpkins, acorns, apples and turkeys. This is my season...my favorite time of the year. Perhaps it has something to do with my birthday being only four days away. Purely pleasant. So, enjoy the beautiful weather and a handful of my family's favorite candy from the fall season (though actually I can't stand them, they just look pretty in my pumpkin jar). Happy Fall Y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-1952514446634135378?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1952514446634135378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1952514446634135378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1952514446634135378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1952514446634135378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-is-hope.html' title='There is Hope...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWMUDu85C5g/TodkxroATHI/AAAAAAAABq0/AG2g92UFTcg/s72-c/fall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-1060563099596750942</id><published>2011-09-30T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T18:33:04.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOGwDDf4LgA/ToZCbSXKdmI/AAAAAAAABqs/XoxFlJ8IhZg/s1600/edward1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658283018390500962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOGwDDf4LgA/ToZCbSXKdmI/AAAAAAAABqs/XoxFlJ8IhZg/s400/edward1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling weary on this Friday night. Long week. Nothing special has been going on, but just the usual...which could make most people exhausted. Because of my weariness, how appropriate to have a gratitude Friday. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am grateful for the cooler temps that will be here this weekend. First days of temps lower than 70 in the morning. And you know me, I like cooler weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am grateful for God still continuing to supplies all of our needs...above and beyond what I could ever imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am grateful for all my fall decorations that I am going to put out tomorrow. Fall is in the air...my favorite season!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am grateful for a successful first six weeks of school. It has been very fulfilling and I have kept up the pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am grateful for my birthday coming up this week. I can't believe that I will only be 29! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-1060563099596750942?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/1060563099596750942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=1060563099596750942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1060563099596750942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/1060563099596750942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/gratitude-friday.html' title='Gratitude Friday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOGwDDf4LgA/ToZCbSXKdmI/AAAAAAAABqs/XoxFlJ8IhZg/s72-c/edward1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7914939747002566970</id><published>2011-09-29T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:37:31.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9j_etfWVkU/ToRKQgkeZtI/AAAAAAAABqk/Ggp31Ko3TC4/s1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657728679365469906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9j_etfWVkU/ToRKQgkeZtI/AAAAAAAABqk/Ggp31Ko3TC4/s400/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw this on Facebook...cute, huh?&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/8529757591989539348-7914939747002566970?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7914939747002566970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7914939747002566970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7914939747002566970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7914939747002566970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/check-it-out.html' title='Check it Out'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P9j_etfWVkU/ToRKQgkeZtI/AAAAAAAABqk/Ggp31Ko3TC4/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-182084406375944270</id><published>2011-09-27T14:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:36:53.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Banana Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbEWdK-oZRw/ToITtIbScZI/AAAAAAAABqU/uzlc_XXByi4/s1600/BANANA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657105748007743890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbEWdK-oZRw/ToITtIbScZI/AAAAAAAABqU/uzlc_XXByi4/s400/BANANA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, odd picture. Why would I post a picture of the banana sticker? I had to take a moment and post a picture for my memory. So one day I don't forget about my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;little blond boy&lt;/span&gt; who would always hand me a sticker from his banana. Sometimes I would have several stickers. And other times he would give them to me and later take them away. I would proudly wear them on my shirt all day. I have had strangers come up to me and cashiers at the local store question why I have a banana sticker on my shirt. Each stickers was a reminder of my little boy who one day won't be little anymore. Most days he eats an average 2 bananas...and other days he has been known to eat 3 or 4. He loves bananas. And he loves to share his stickers with his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;. I love this boy, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Judah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-182084406375944270?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/182084406375944270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=182084406375944270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/182084406375944270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/182084406375944270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-banana-boy.html' title='My Banana Boy'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbEWdK-oZRw/ToITtIbScZI/AAAAAAAABqU/uzlc_XXByi4/s72-c/BANANA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-9081443668781238369</id><published>2011-09-26T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:34:44.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvelous Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzDZ8beERAs/ToCL-mejJRI/AAAAAAAABqM/t8AYppAaMU0/s1600/judahchore.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656675039574172946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzDZ8beERAs/ToCL-mejJRI/AAAAAAAABqM/t8AYppAaMU0/s400/judahchore.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snapped this picture this morning...around 7:30 in the morning of Judah. He was working hard on his new adopted chore...folding the rags and small towels. We are constantly looking for chores for little Judah...he always says, "I want to ean!" Translation...give me something to clean. He sees the other kids doing chores, so I have to make up silly stuff for him to do. Well, now I found something just for him (and his old siblings gladly give up this chore). I pulled them out of the dryer and after breakfast he was working hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mondays are dreaded around here most of the time. The relaxing weekend is over and now we are back to the grind. Daddy is off to work and the school books are staring at us. We are starting our sixth week of school today...unbelievable, I know! Looking forward to a relaxing week...not much going on around here. I have plans to put my fall decorations up this next weekend (my favorite season of the year)...brings such joy to my heart. Matt and I were actually talking about Christmas presents last night...timely, I think, since it was exactly 3 months away. Other than that...life is peaceful and enjoyable. Have a great week folks...still waiting for some comments from you. Don't be invisible....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-9081443668781238369?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/9081443668781238369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=9081443668781238369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/9081443668781238369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/9081443668781238369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/marvelous-monday.html' title='Marvelous Monday'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AzDZ8beERAs/ToCL-mejJRI/AAAAAAAABqM/t8AYppAaMU0/s72-c/judahchore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7853592314083685212</id><published>2011-09-24T08:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T08:29:28.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Out There?</title><content type='html'>Okay&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt; people&lt;/span&gt;...I know you are out there. I see the hits on my count. I see the cities listed on my weekly visitation report. But I don't hear from you. No comments!!! Where are you?? If you keep on coming back, then I know you must &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;somewhat&lt;/span&gt; like my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;. So, I need to hear from you. I will write no matter what...this blog is for my kids one day. I am going to have each year printed (soon, hint, hint husband) and then my kids will be able to look back at all the memories. But, I still would like to hear from you. I know there is someone from the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Minnesota &lt;/span&gt;area who always visits...and Mountain View California...who are you? Your cities are listed...let me hear from you...who are you? And why do you keep coming back? Thanks &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ladies and gentleman&lt;/span&gt;...thanks for coming back. I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; you love my blog as much as I do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-7853592314083685212?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7853592314083685212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7853592314083685212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7853592314083685212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7853592314083685212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-you-out-there.html' title='Are You Out There?'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-471707193981869325</id><published>2011-09-22T18:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T18:49:06.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtg_xo0_2I0/Tnu4bovwBcI/AAAAAAAABqE/g3bqoDG6Y4M/s1600/bryn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655316542027466178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtg_xo0_2I0/Tnu4bovwBcI/AAAAAAAABqE/g3bqoDG6Y4M/s400/bryn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't let the day go by without mentioning the Daniel Fast. A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(yes, I really mean ten) day fast of something in your life. Lots of people will choose foods, media, recreation...anything that takes time in your life. You are consecrating this time for the Lord and allowing him to speak in your life (read the book of Daniel in the bible for reference). This fast was in preparation for special services at our church. Well, Bryn felt the need to do this ten (yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;) day fast on food...everything except fruits and veggies. She chose not to eat anything other than a fruit or vegetable...and with none of the perks like dips or dressings included. So, for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; (yes, ten) days she ate like a bird. She made up her mind to do it...and she completed the task. Yesterday was her tenth day, and today she went back to a little bit of food. She also read the book of Daniel over the course of the the ten (yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;)days and chose not to go on Facebook or read any extra (fun) reading. She really took the time. She amazed me in her initiative...her drive and her ability to complete the task. Most Americans could not fathom the idea of not eating what they want and when they want it. I am so impressed by my daughter. God has some amazing things for her. He is forming her and making her into a great woman of God. I am anticipating a wonderful future ahead of her. All I can say is, WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-471707193981869325?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/471707193981869325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=471707193981869325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/471707193981869325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/471707193981869325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-days.html' title='10 Days'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rtg_xo0_2I0/Tnu4bovwBcI/AAAAAAAABqE/g3bqoDG6Y4M/s72-c/bryn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-6027431511640899667</id><published>2011-09-21T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:18:53.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Homeschooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E84Chz0LE6I/TnobvgKvKlI/AAAAAAAABp8/BMcAk4aRmuM/s1600/willschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654862785019849298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E84Chz0LE6I/TnobvgKvKlI/AAAAAAAABp8/BMcAk4aRmuM/s400/willschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I caught this pose yesterday as I was heading out of the kitchen. Obviously, William was very comfortable. He was on one of our favorite sites, &lt;a href="http://www.spellingcity.com/"&gt;www.spellingcity.com&lt;/a&gt; working on his spelling list for the week. I input his words in every week and he plays games to help him learn them. We have used this site for years and it is extremely helpful for the kids. Check it out!&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/8529757591989539348-6027431511640899667?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/6027431511640899667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=6027431511640899667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6027431511640899667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/6027431511640899667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/classic-homeschooling.html' title='Classic Homeschooling'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E84Chz0LE6I/TnobvgKvKlI/AAAAAAAABp8/BMcAk4aRmuM/s72-c/willschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-9127797248902739247</id><published>2011-09-20T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:54:19.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnKPa6uJ06g/Tni3GgX8-tI/AAAAAAAABp0/NqS6WeKO4wo/s1600/esthered.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654470654561155794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnKPa6uJ06g/Tni3GgX8-tI/AAAAAAAABp0/NqS6WeKO4wo/s400/esthered.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quick &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt; before school started this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-9127797248902739247?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/9127797248902739247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=9127797248902739247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/9127797248902739247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/9127797248902739247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/loveable.html' title='Loveable'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FnKPa6uJ06g/Tni3GgX8-tI/AAAAAAAABp0/NqS6WeKO4wo/s72-c/esthered.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3350554535324433386</id><published>2011-09-18T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:46:34.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of My Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have noticed in my years of parenting that I sometimes say the funniest things...things that you will probably never hear again. So, I wrote a few down for you that you may enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sit&lt;/span&gt; down and take your pants off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;No leg &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fighting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't touch each other's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;castles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Don't let me have to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;chase&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you allowed to take &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;scissors&lt;/span&gt; hidden in your shirt into another room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;We don't &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; ice with knives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Go to your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; bed and be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Put the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;gun&lt;/span&gt; down while you wash the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What have you heard come out of your mouth lately???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3350554535324433386?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3350554535324433386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3350554535324433386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3350554535324433386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3350554535324433386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-my-mouth.html' title='Out of My Mouth'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5609377137245830744</id><published>2011-09-17T17:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:48:37.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQSMMJO8nsU/TnUTIiElbcI/AAAAAAAABps/ym_wjM_B39w/s1600/school1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653445944539442626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQSMMJO8nsU/TnUTIiElbcI/AAAAAAAABps/ym_wjM_B39w/s400/school1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bryn&lt;/span&gt; was busy with a science experiment for her biology class. But since we are all here, everyone had to take a peak at her slide...including four year old &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Judah&lt;/span&gt;. He never misses a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7eSr9Yj57WY/TnUSiIvTAiI/AAAAAAAABpk/Yqciohunjrk/s1600/school2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653445284904239650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7eSr9Yj57WY/TnUSiIvTAiI/AAAAAAAABpk/Yqciohunjrk/s400/school2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Bryn&lt;/span&gt;, cozy on the lazy-boy chair...reading her literature book. One of the best perks of homeschooling is that everyone can find their own place to get their work done. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; loves to work at her desk, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bryn&lt;/span&gt; loves to read in the living room and the rest are usually with me at the dining room table. I think as they get older and more efficient with their studies, they will be more spread out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MFMJgw7i4E/TnUSiPOhPNI/AAAAAAAABpc/xL4zM2O75Ss/s1600/school3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653445286645808338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MFMJgw7i4E/TnUSiPOhPNI/AAAAAAAABpc/xL4zM2O75Ss/s400/school3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; working on her creation book. She took a long time to work on each picture. Our budding artist is always working on all the details...which makes mommy sometimes have to hurry her along because of time crunches. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is breezing through her work as usual...she is so smart, it is hard to keep her challenged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUQXVZ-nV2Y/TnUSh5Le91I/AAAAAAAABpU/Nq4_b6NRBIM/s1600/school4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653445280727496530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUQXVZ-nV2Y/TnUSh5Le91I/AAAAAAAABpU/Nq4_b6NRBIM/s400/school4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, done first with his creation book. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt; is all about the finish time. He loves this part of school...the creative side. He has been doing so well in his first grade year...at first, a bit overwhelmed with the new work load, but that didn't stop him...he is doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxb0zpW2UaU/TnUShk1DWOI/AAAAAAAABpM/EYTTteNx5gY/s1600/school5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653445275264702690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxb0zpW2UaU/TnUShk1DWOI/AAAAAAAABpM/EYTTteNx5gY/s400/school5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt; Caleb&lt;/span&gt; hard at work this week. We were working on our creation books that will go in our lap books. Because of his disabilities and his challenge for change, it takes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; a bit longer to adjust to our back to school schedule. This was our first great week, and I look forward to more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-5609377137245830744?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5609377137245830744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5609377137245830744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5609377137245830744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5609377137245830744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-month-in.html' title='One Month In...'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQSMMJO8nsU/TnUTIiElbcI/AAAAAAAABps/ym_wjM_B39w/s72-c/school1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2953823250037087240</id><published>2011-09-13T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:27:41.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jjKdBppYmQ/Tm9rXbTLYtI/AAAAAAAABpE/LNUcGrJZ6Ms/s1600/book.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651854107582620370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jjKdBppYmQ/Tm9rXbTLYtI/AAAAAAAABpE/LNUcGrJZ6Ms/s400/book.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I had to post about this book that I read this morning to my kids. It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;Full of Cuteness&lt;/span&gt; and the kids actually learned something too. It is a book based on the Alphabet, but it starts with Adam and tells the whole story in the bible to the Tower of Babel. It is all written in rhyme and there is a cute bird character who puts his two cents in on most pages. I started out with three listeners...then my four year old couldn't keep away...and my high schooler kept her ear tuned in. So worth checking out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-2953823250037087240?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2953823250037087240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2953823250037087240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2953823250037087240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2953823250037087240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/full-of-cuteness.html' title='Full of Cuteness'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jjKdBppYmQ/Tm9rXbTLYtI/AAAAAAAABpE/LNUcGrJZ6Ms/s72-c/book.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-2237507607875687242</id><published>2011-09-11T20:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:34:30.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have never written about my 9/11 experience, so I am taking this opportunity on this tenth anniversary to put my words down in history. I hope one day my kids will read this and know that it is part of the Reynolds Nation history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had the phone call from our adoption agency on 9/6/01 about the birth of a little boy. We were not expecting this phone call, we actually weren't even done with our paperwork for the agency. He was born at 10:06 in the morning in Orlando, and he was 7 pounds 1 ounce. And at the time, they didn't have another home for him. The agency had explained that since so few African-American babies were placed for adoption (they were usually given to a family member) and even fewer African-Americans adopted...so when the time came when they had an African-American baby they usually only had one family waiting for that child. It was God ordained and destined. And we were that one family that day. We had a choice obviously, but we were so ready. We actually had to finish our paperwork that weekend and the baby would be still in the hospital for a few days. Since the adoption placement worker had a birthday on Monday, we decided to meet our new son and sign the paperwork on Tuesday around noon time. It gave us a few days to pull out our crib and prepare for the next phase of our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On Tuesday morning, 9/11/01, I had plans to go to my MOPS meeting (a group that moms meet at for encouragement and fellowship) with our daughter Bryn, who was 4 years old. I was so excited...I think it was our first meeting after the summer break...and I couldn't wait to tell my friends about our newest addition coming. Matt on the other hand was picking up a new car seat for us and meeting us at a friends house so we could leave together. The morning was busy and full of chatter...after a three month break, these moms had a lot of talk about. I still remember standing there and hearing somebody say that a plane hit one of the WTC buildings. I still remember being confused and thought, "how sad. How could a plane not see such a large building?" Not much thought after that. Then a lot of ladies starting get calls in on their cell phones and word spread like wild fire. Both buildings have been hit...and then...the buildings came down. How isolated we were in our little church in Central Florida?? At that time moms were starting to leave...and I had to leave early anyways because we had to be in Orlando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I got to our friends house, I got to see the first pictures of what had happened. I saw the plane that hit the second building ( I don't think the footage for the first plane had appeared yet) and then the crashing down of both buildings. My husband watched the second tower get hit while he was buying a baby car seat at Walmart. How crazy is that? It was insane. We still had a very important appointment to keep in Orlando. On the drive over there we listened to the news intently. I remember hearing that all planes had stopped over the whole USA...that was a weird moment. It's like the whole world stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And on this tragic day, we brought home our first son. A boy born to a mother who was too young, but who lovingly placed him for adoption so he could have a home. It was day of complete terror for us...but at the same time...total and immense &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;. What a crazy day it was! I feel like it happened yesterday...I still remember looking back and watching Bryn stare at this little bundle...who was so tiny, full of the softest hair, and who had the darkest skin we had seen in awhile. He was ours. He was our gift from God...which is why he has Matthew for his middle name. I thank God for this gift, Caleb Matthew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-2237507607875687242?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/2237507607875687242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=2237507607875687242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2237507607875687242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/2237507607875687242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-911.html' title='My 9/11'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-7502317094579095791</id><published>2011-09-10T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:46:39.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKGt-ChbxsE/TmtbKKIipNI/AAAAAAAABo0/5EAiV5-2Aww/s1600/dadwill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650710387543418066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKGt-ChbxsE/TmtbKKIipNI/AAAAAAAABo0/5EAiV5-2Aww/s400/dadwill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my two boys...the man that I love and my special boy, William. They are at Nana's today....aka Matt's mom...putting some furniture together that we bought last week on our fabulous trip to my favorite, favorite, favorite store, IKEA, But the best thing about this picture is that my husband does not need William's help. He will probably be more of a hindrance than anything. But Matt knows too...learned from his own dad...that you have to teach them by working with them. So, they tromped off early this morning...ready to tackle the world, together. It's these moments that my husband remembers with his own dad...and my William will remember with his.&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/8529757591989539348-7502317094579095791?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/7502317094579095791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=7502317094579095791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7502317094579095791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/7502317094579095791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father Like Son'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKGt-ChbxsE/TmtbKKIipNI/AAAAAAAABo0/5EAiV5-2Aww/s72-c/dadwill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-4449974980311437403</id><published>2011-09-09T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:10:02.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And My Floors Cry Out</title><content type='html'>Instead of the rocks crying out, my floors are crying out. Oh my. I feel like I am seriously running behind. A couple miles behind. I enjoy having my house nice and clean and orderly. I like it and my husband loves it. But since the beginning of the school year, I am not keeping up to speed. Our new curriculum, Tapestry of Grace, is consuming a lot of my time. On all the yahoo forums, they call it the TOG Fog. I now know what they are talking about. Every week seems to be getting better, but it is still very thorough. And time consuming. But I love it, and so excited to see the end result this year. I know my kids will come out so much more ahead by using this curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;So, until then..my floors may not sparkle...and I may be behind on the 14 loads of laundry a week...and I may seem a bit flustered and over run with Ancient Egypt history...but that's okay. It's for my kids. And that's what counts the most. I saved myself a lot of embarrassment and you too, by not putting a photo of my floors on this blog :) Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-4449974980311437403?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4449974980311437403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=4449974980311437403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4449974980311437403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4449974980311437403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-my-floors-cry-out.html' title='And My Floors Cry Out'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3648122581958935001</id><published>2011-09-06T10:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:10:10.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decade Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ5FFw62eY0/TmYpkgoppBI/AAAAAAAABoo/txNDJGx5pIo/s1600/calebbirthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649248489795331090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ5FFw62eY0/TmYpkgoppBI/AAAAAAAABoo/txNDJGx5pIo/s400/calebbirthday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Caleb!!!! Ten Years Old!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/8529757591989539348-3648122581958935001?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3648122581958935001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3648122581958935001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3648122581958935001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3648122581958935001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/decade-old.html' title='A Decade Old'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ5FFw62eY0/TmYpkgoppBI/AAAAAAAABoo/txNDJGx5pIo/s72-c/calebbirthday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-3189329564347758113</id><published>2011-09-05T02:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T02:17:31.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><title type='text'>Favorite Things 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D8ifnLii_8/TmRoFKpSVcI/AAAAAAAABog/CflHYb1Jxno/s1600/game.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648754270595601858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D8ifnLii_8/TmRoFKpSVcI/AAAAAAAABog/CflHYb1Jxno/s400/game.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would take a moment and tell you about a favorite game that we have. We have had this game for years, because I know Bryn played it when she was a beginner reader. The game is Boggle Jr...and it is super fun and helpful for your child who is just learning to read. Obviously it is self-explanatory...they pull a card and then they have to spell it out with the letter cubes. All the words are K and 1st grade level and include various spelling challenges. The cool thing about this game is that it can be played with the parent right across from them at the table, or even when the mom is making dinner and the child is in the dining room. I just help and encourage along the way. It is is super cheap, and you fill their game quota (my kids are always wanting to play games). Give it a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-3189329564347758113?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/3189329564347758113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=3189329564347758113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3189329564347758113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/3189329564347758113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/favorite-things-8.html' title='Favorite Things 8'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D8ifnLii_8/TmRoFKpSVcI/AAAAAAAABog/CflHYb1Jxno/s72-c/game.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-4488411110352660343</id><published>2011-09-04T06:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T06:52:29.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLDilAGhudY/TmNSmmfEJpI/AAAAAAAABoY/_rh_Rfi4lAI/s1600/dandelion_field_boatshed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648449180772083346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLDilAGhudY/TmNSmmfEJpI/AAAAAAAABoY/_rh_Rfi4lAI/s400/dandelion_field_boatshed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe I am even writing that title...how can it be one year ago? One year ago (there I said it again), my husband's father passed away. He ended a long struggle with congested heart failure. It seems impossible to think that the year went by so fast. The first week dragged by so slowly...family visited, decisions had to be made. Those first few days felt like a lifetime. Those first few days almost seemed easier, because so many decisions had to be made and everyone was together. It was when we all got back into "normal" life is when we had to deal with him being gone. It took me months before I took him off my contact list on my phone. Taking him off made it permanent. The reality was that he was gone, and not coming back. And that was hard for me to bear.&lt;br /&gt;His death was the first that I have ever experienced this close. I have been fortunate to not have had a lot of death in my life. So, this journey has been new. To watch my husband struggle. Though you hear about other people losing their parents, you never know how you will deal with it. I know Matt knew he would miss his dad, but I don't think he knew that he would miss him this much.To see the sadness in my mother-in-law's eyes. Forty-one years with your partner is hard to end. I can't even imagine how she feels at night...my mind can not bring that to reality. I must admit that it has been an incredible journey, for this first year. Yes, each day gets easier. But I think the hardest thing that I personally struggle with is the loss. I think often, Matt needs to call his dad to ask how to fix that. Or, wouldn't Bill love to see William now. Or, wouldn't he want to see Bryn win that swim race. There always seems to be a person missing. I have shed many tears this year knowing that he isn't going to watch my kids grow up. So many memories of him with my kids...sitting on his lap...watching the races...sharing snacks in the living room. I still say to Matt, "your parent's house." Amy and Bill came as a package deal, and it is hard for me to separate the package. What a struggle, that is incredibly sad.&lt;br /&gt;But I believe that "on the other side" Bill is living a life of wholeness. He is in victory. Isn't that what it's all about? God has so much better for our reward. That brings peace and joy to a sad heart. And the most important thing is that I see him EVERY DAY in my husband and my kids. I see the craftsman in my husband...I see the look in William's eyes...or the giving heart of my husband. So, he isn't entirely gone. He truly left a legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-4488411110352660343?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/4488411110352660343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=4488411110352660343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4488411110352660343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/4488411110352660343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-year-ago.html' title='One Year Ago'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLDilAGhudY/TmNSmmfEJpI/AAAAAAAABoY/_rh_Rfi4lAI/s72-c/dandelion_field_boatshed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529757591989539348.post-5022631050508404981</id><published>2011-09-03T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T08:27:31.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBEIKc9f6aA/TmIcBPEVN_I/AAAAAAAABoQ/g5yjU3gGewo/s1600/boysshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648107690226169842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBEIKc9f6aA/TmIcBPEVN_I/AAAAAAAABoQ/g5yjU3gGewo/s400/boysshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture...my mother-in-law took it last night. She had the boys overnight...can we all say, AAAAHHHHH! It is totally relaxing at my house when you take the "ENERGY" out. I love this one night every few weeks were we can a bit of a break. But this visit had a purpose...she took them back to school shopping! She took the girls already, the two boys went last night and Caleb is next to have a special one on one time with Nana (he thrives on the one on one). The boys got new shoes, and Nana has told me that they can't wait to show us. I just love their little faces on this picture...love my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529757591989539348-5022631050508404981?l=thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/feeds/5022631050508404981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529757591989539348&amp;postID=5022631050508404981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5022631050508404981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529757591989539348/posts/default/5022631050508404981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereynoldsnation.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-school-shoes.html' title='New School Shoes'/><author><name>Allison Reynolds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458876648644116664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1WcOnUDYM0/Sbeln2SlU6I/AAAAAAAAAds/yG8xUTyXvVc/S220/IMG_2754.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBEIKc9f6aA/TmIcBPEVN_I/AAAAAAAABoQ/g5yjU3gGewo/s72-c/boysshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
