<?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-9220537177779902650</id><updated>2011-09-28T22:44:52.357-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Joy Challenge'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Will'/><category term='Bert'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Blackburn Blessing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-6417799322164607082</id><published>2011-07-07T23:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:53:36.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! To be blessed. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I am a blessed woman. You see, I have lived in hell on earth while putting on a face for the world.  I have been in the midst of sin so large that I thought I would never find a road out. I have allowed hurt, pain, anger and disappointment to open a foot hold for Satan to work in my life. I am not proud of those days.  Those days haunt me today, but I have learned an important lesson recently.  You see, I was the prodigal son.  And, just as Jesus told me He would, He was waiting with open arms to welcome me back into the fold. Not only did he welcome me back, but he restored my life, my soul, my purpose here on this earth AND gave me blessings beyond my wildest dreams. I can not begin to express the vast difference from where I was and where I am now.  I do know this, the day He reached down and pulled me out of the pit of despair, He robed me in white, clean and blameless before Him.  He also taught me that I must extend unconditional, loving forgiveness to others to show the same love that Christ shows me.  There has never been a better example of grace than the personal example that I have received.  You see, I KNOW Jesus.  He is my friend.  He lives in my heart. He loves me. He chose me. He died to forgive me.  He would have died just for me.  Oh, how blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-6417799322164607082?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6417799322164607082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-to-be-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6417799322164607082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6417799322164607082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-to-be-blessed.html' title='Oh! To be blessed. . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1945150436069551835</id><published>2011-07-07T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:51:29.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy-Me Baby</title><content type='html'>Will is learning new things every single day.  He is so funny and so full of personality (that is what I say for hard headed and strong-willed). The little guy knows what he wants, and has not yet learned patience.  He is learning to talk a little more and words like "mine" "stop" and "no" have found their way into his vocabulary.  I must say that I would much rather play with him than discipline him, but I am learning.  I did tell him he was getting a spanking the other night, and he ran to me, hugged my legs, and said, "hey Mommy, me baby. . . Mommy's baby". Now you tell me how to discipline anyone after that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1945150436069551835?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1945150436069551835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/07/mommy-me-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1945150436069551835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1945150436069551835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/07/mommy-me-baby.html' title='Mommy-Me Baby'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-6893603814717284266</id><published>2011-06-27T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T23:54:41.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Bill, Will and I made an impromptu visit to the zoo.  We were very excited to see the new exhibits and elephants, but the best part happened right as we pulled into the parking lot. Tp preface this, you have to understand that Will calls Bill "Mamma" most of the time. That is usually followed by a little chuckle. He knows Bill is his Daddy, but loves teasing him. Not this time  As we pulled up at the zoo, our sweet baby announced, "Daddy! I'm your big guy!" Talk about watching a grown man melt.  Since we brought Will home from the hospital, Bill has called him "big guy".   There has never been a daddy love their son more than Bill loves his mini-me, and to see that love reciprocated was beautiful and perfect. Will may not remember this in a few years, but I promise Bill nor I will ever forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, Will did not love the elephants like I do, but he wanted more giraffes. He kept saying "I want mores". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more little note: we asked Will if he wants Mommy and Daddy to have a baby so he can have a brother or sister. He said "NO!  Me baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&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/9220537177779902650-6893603814717284266?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6893603814717284266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-never-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6893603814717284266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6893603814717284266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-never-forget.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll Never Forget'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1354892578081016419</id><published>2011-05-09T23:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:21:10.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>On April 8, 1998, my life was forever changed. An EF5 tornado swept through my Aunt and Uncles town, leaving their home ruined, along with many others, and lives were lost. This was my first look at total and complete devastation in my 19 years. It was also the first time that I really witnessed the body of Christ working together to rebuild hope in others. I honestly thought it would be the last time I would ever see such a thing. Boy, was I wrong. &lt;br /&gt;On April 27, 2011, I saw devastation like none other when a mile wide tornado wiped out my precious home town. The place that I have always called home and plan to call home forever. Everything that I have known my whole life is now changed. Lives were taken. Many, many more were spared by the loving hands of the Father. God had started preparing me for this the morning before the storm. I will recount my day sometime, but know this: His hands were covering my family that whole day. &lt;br /&gt;After the storm, I saw friends mobilize immediately to start helping others. I saw people go out into a very dangerous situation to hold hands with those who had lost everything. I saw a dear friend go out into the rain to nurse those that were hurt. I saw friends walk miles out of the rubble to get to safety. I saw many friends sift through rubble of what is left of their homes, while being genuinely concerned about helping their friends and neighbors.  I saw men get their chain saws out and work all night to clear roads for first responders. &lt;br /&gt;Since that day, our little city is still in ruins, but oh the love and kindness that has been poured out on us. God has lavished us with his love through the body of Christ in ways I have also never seen. People are in need, and the needs are being met, often by strangers with a servant's heart. &lt;br /&gt;My loss was minor, but the gain I have is amazing. My family, my friends, my neighbors, my co-workers have all been by my side, wiling and ready to rebuild our little city. My heart is abundantly, overflowing with gratitude. Thank you just doesn't say enough. Thank you isn't big enough to tell my God how Great He is. Thank You doesn't express my heart when complete strangers are giving their everything to help others. I am humbled. I stand amazed. I hope I never, ever forget this feeling or forget the special bond that this tragedy has given the children of God. I pray that more people will join the Kingdom of believers, and that out of these ashes beauty will rise. &lt;br /&gt;For He has held us fast and kept us safe, until the storm passed us by! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1354892578081016419?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1354892578081016419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/05/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1354892578081016419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1354892578081016419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/05/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1289685557308870377</id><published>2011-03-19T12:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:22:08.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>It's been five years since I saw my mom. Five years since I heard her voice or had her say "I love you, baby. Five years since she was here to tell me "I'm proud of you" or "it will be ok". Oh how I miss her loud voice, her fun smile, her silliness. I keep reminding myself she's had five years with Jesus, without pain, walking streets of gold with her mon and dad, singing in a heavenly choir. I wouldn't take her away from that even if I could, but I sure do miss her here. &lt;br /&gt;I know I will see her again one day. If there are holes in the floor of Heaven, I know she is looking down on us and knows everything about Dad and Amy and me and our boys. Mom is probably laughing at us when we get flustered or are unsure of our parenting skills saying, "you should have raised girls." or "just remember how many kids I raised at one time".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing my mom was to so many people! What a blessing she was and still is to me. Everyday I call upon things that she taught me.  Oh, how I miss her, but then again I carry her in my heart everyday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1289685557308870377?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1289685557308870377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/03/wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1289685557308870377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1289685557308870377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/03/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7378306350385793231</id><published>2011-03-19T11:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:56:53.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Blessing</title><content type='html'>On March 15th, we celebrated the arrival of a precious new nephew. Judson James Hall came into this world a little after 2pm and was 6lbs 13 ounces and 20 inches or pure beauty. Mr. Judson had some fluid in his little lungs so he is being loved on at the NICU  for a little while. Although this isn't exactly how we planned his arrival, we know he is in God's hands and can't wait to get our hands on him. Congratulations to Jessica, Jeromy and Ryleigh on a sweet addition to your sweet family. We are blessed to have each one of you in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/mblackburn1010/MyBlogPhotos02#5585836092271895506'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TYTgVLVsI9I/AAAAAAAAKU0/-jK4F7XVe7M/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7378306350385793231?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7378306350385793231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7378306350385793231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7378306350385793231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-blessing.html' title='What A Blessing'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TYTgVLVsI9I/AAAAAAAAKU0/-jK4F7XVe7M/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2574716778217652965</id><published>2011-03-14T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:47:41.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Here I Am</title><content type='html'>We have had a lot going on in the Blackburn household in 2011.  2011 is flying by and I am having a hard time keeping up, or at least documenting it.  My sweet baby boy will be 1 1/2 years old tomorrow.  He is growing and changing everyday and is so smart and loving.  He recently had his tonsils and adenoids taken out and was a trooper.  Bless his little heart, he got sick right afterwards but he is doing great now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, surgery has been the word of the year.  Will had surgery, Grandaddy had surgery, Amy had surgery and Grandma is scheduled for a procedure next week.  Thankfully, everyone is recovering or has recovered and we know that God will keep his hands on Grandma too.  Even with all of this going on, I have learned to Praise God for doctors and nurses that seek his guidance, and for good health.  If you ever have any doubt how blessed you are, go to Children's hospital for a couple of days.  We are blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all of the caregiving, we did manage to celebrate Luke's 4th birthday and Bill's 35th birthday. we love our sweet Luke and the funny little guy he is becoming.  As for Bill, I am more blessed than ever to call him mine and thank God for the man he has given me to share this journey with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  God is Great!  And if he is willing, I will document the rest of this year better than I have the first part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-2574716778217652965?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2574716778217652965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2574716778217652965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2574716778217652965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-here-i-am.html' title='2011 Here I Am'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-4948660893643711592</id><published>2011-02-10T18:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:00:05.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas! December and the Events that hold us together as family</title><content type='html'>Yes, its February and yes, I'm blogging abvout Christmas, but what a Christmas it was.&amp;nbsp; Did you know that being a Mommy at Christmas is the most exciting thing in the world.&amp;nbsp; Did you know that giving gifts and showing love and sending cards and getting to see my family thrills my soul?&amp;nbsp; Did you know that I have the most amazing husband, son, family, in-laws, nephews, niece, neighbors, and friends?&amp;nbsp; Even my dogs are awesome.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams.&amp;nbsp; I deserve no blessings, and yet God piles them into my life with amazing love.&amp;nbsp; Life is good.&amp;nbsp; Christmas was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As previously blogged, the holiday season was kicked off with our annual Burfitt family reunion.&amp;nbsp; The next weekend was supposed to be Christmas Village with my best girlfriends, but the stomach virus attacked my family so that was out.&amp;nbsp; Then we dove into Thanksgiving,&amp;nbsp;family pictures&amp;nbsp;and some little tubes in my little buddies ears.&amp;nbsp; I need to blog about this seperately, because it was an experience for sure.&amp;nbsp; November flew by and Thanksgiving with Amy, Corey, CJ, Luke and Daddy was a memorable one for sure.&amp;nbsp; (more to come on my sweet Luke too).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to December!&amp;nbsp; Oh how I love December.&amp;nbsp; Christmas decorations, baking goodies for my family and friends, cards in the mail, laughter, cold weather, warm hearts, snuggling my hubby and little buddy, shopping, excitement. . . Oh Christmas, I LOVE CHRISTMAS!&amp;nbsp; December brings lots of fun.&amp;nbsp; The first event of the month is my CJ's birthday.&amp;nbsp; This year, his 15TH!&amp;nbsp; Holy Cow Batman!&amp;nbsp; CJ is 15, has a driving permit and looks like a grown man.&amp;nbsp; He is amazing and I am so proud of the young man that he has become.&amp;nbsp; We celebrated his birthday at my house.&amp;nbsp; Bill cooked shrimp and we ate until we couldn't move, then we played the Wii and danced until I couldn't laugh anymore, then we ate ice cream cake until we all were sick.&amp;nbsp; It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second big event was the Parkin family party.&amp;nbsp; We all visited at Aunt Cathy and Uncle Pat's house.&amp;nbsp; The annual once a year visit.&amp;nbsp; There was a house full, with Cathy Pat, Bradley, Brandon, Stephanie, Buddy, Anita, Lauren, Melanie, Jason, Sarah, Stacie, Amy, Corey, CJ, Luke, Bill, Will and me.&amp;nbsp; (I am naming everyone so when I am old, I will be able to look back and remember who all we celebrated with).&amp;nbsp; Dad didn't make it and was missed, but we had a great time.&amp;nbsp; The Parkin family party can be summed up in two words - FOOD and FUN!&amp;nbsp; I look forward to this every year.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention I love traditions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big event is Christmas Eve at Aunt Lynda and Uncle Dan's house.&amp;nbsp; We started that morning with a trip to the mall with Grandma Deb and the day was perfect.&amp;nbsp; We shopped and laughed and ate Japanese on Christmas Eve (and Will bit a bruise on my arm at the restaurant).&amp;nbsp; We ended the day with a hundred people in Sylvan Springs eating enough food for 500.&amp;nbsp; We have tons of wee ones in our family now and it rocks.&amp;nbsp; We spent a good portion of the night running outside to see if Santa was coming on the firetruck. HE FINALLY CAME.&amp;nbsp; Cany ou believe it?&amp;nbsp; Santa took time out on Christmas Eve to ride a firetruck and throw candy to us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home with a tired baby and tired Mommy and Daddy.&amp;nbsp; My little man passed out and Bill and I sat around and talked.&amp;nbsp; I did read the Christmas Story from the Bible to Will, even though he was sleeping.&amp;nbsp; I will make sure that we enjoy that tradition every year for as long as I am breathing.&amp;nbsp; I mean, it is why we are celebrating and it is kind of a big deal that Jesus was born.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Did you know that sometimes the elves and Santa don't put all the toys together and this can cause marital strife when they are delivered on Christmas Eve and Mommy and Daddy have to do it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Memaw and Papa got to our house before 7 and we had to wake the little guy up.&amp;nbsp; He was very confused when he went to the living room and had visitors, but super excited as alaways to see them.&amp;nbsp; It took him a while to even notice that he had gifts under the tree.&amp;nbsp; He was a little overwhelmed all of the attention, new things and excitement first thing in the morning.&amp;nbsp; I am not a morning person and neither it takes him a minute to get going too.&amp;nbsp; He loved his basketball goal and tool table.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't sure of Chuck the Rumbling Truck once it started moving on its on, but he loves it now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked Christmas Dinner for our family and the day was filled with visitors.&amp;nbsp; Grandaddy came to visit, then PawPaw, the Amy, Corey, CJ and Luke came and we ate dinner together.&amp;nbsp; Then the neighbors came for a visit.&amp;nbsp; There was no nap on Christmas Day, but boy was it fun.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and one more thing, IT SNOWED!&amp;nbsp; My first snow on Christmas in 32 years and it was perfect.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final festivity for Christmas was the day after when we loaded up and went to Uncle Jeromy and Aunt Jessica's house for dinner.&amp;nbsp; Grandaddy and Chelle Belle were there, with Uncle Daniel, Aunt Lindsey and of course, sweet Ryleigh.&amp;nbsp; We got more gifts, ate more, laughed more and had a great time.&amp;nbsp; Will got a rocking horse from Grandaddy and Chelle Belle and it is his favorite Christmas prize.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is two months worth of blogging.&amp;nbsp; WOW! Surely one day, I will get this baby int he bed before 11 at night and be able to blog again as events unfold.&amp;nbsp; Either way, this is my journal our memories and I don't want to miss anything.&amp;nbsp; One day, Will can tell his children about our family traditions and hopefully he will remember how important holding on to those things and the people who love you truly it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4948660893643711592?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4948660893643711592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-december-and-events-that-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4948660893643711592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4948660893643711592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmas-december-and-events-that-hold.html' title='Christmas! December and the Events that hold us together as family'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-8457933707208973976</id><published>2010-12-31T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:33:54.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>Every year, my Mom's side of the family, the Burfitts, gather together the second weekend in November in a cabin in North Alabama for a time of fun, food, fellowship, food, and more fun.&amp;nbsp; To me, this weekend signals the start of the holidays.&amp;nbsp; It is one of my favorite times of the year because I get to see loved ones that I don't see often and make more memories with them. We reminisce about our childhoods, learn about our family history (sometimes more than we want to know), play games, watch football, and have enough food to feed four armies.&amp;nbsp; The last few years, we have been blessed with more little ones to join in the tradition and hopefully we are teaching them the importance of taking time out of your daily life to love your family.&amp;nbsp; I love family, I love having a place to let the kids just be kids and being able to kick back and watch them play.&amp;nbsp; Will ran a country mile down the long hallway with his cousins.&amp;nbsp; We went for walks, played in fall leaves, stomped in mud puddles and threw rocks in the lake.&amp;nbsp; My Mom loved spending time with family too and I know she looks down on this weekend each year with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR4FXTola1I/AAAAAAAAHOY/ngjlXT1Gg44/s1600/Family+reunion+Athens+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR4FXTola1I/AAAAAAAAHOY/ngjlXT1Gg44/s400/Family+reunion+Athens+2010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell this sweet baby was having fun?&amp;nbsp; Much to my surprise, he didn't even tear up the infamous jigsaw puzzle.&amp;nbsp; I must say that I held my breath all weekend waiting for that to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-8457933707208973976?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8457933707208973976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-tradition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8457933707208973976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8457933707208973976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-tradition.html' title='A Family Tradition'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR4FXTola1I/AAAAAAAAHOY/ngjlXT1Gg44/s72-c/Family+reunion+Athens+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1662233842458427814</id><published>2010-12-31T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:13:39.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Monkey to a Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WOW!&amp;nbsp; What a difference a year makes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little guy has changed and grown so much and is such an amazing blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR4AsMENnkI/AAAAAAAAHOU/uQTvS_1NYRU/s1600/Will+Monkey+to+Dragon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR4AsMENnkI/AAAAAAAAHOU/uQTvS_1NYRU/s400/Will+Monkey+to+Dragon.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1662233842458427814?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1662233842458427814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-monkey-to-dragon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1662233842458427814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1662233842458427814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-monkey-to-dragon.html' title='From a Monkey to a Dragon'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR4AsMENnkI/AAAAAAAAHOU/uQTvS_1NYRU/s72-c/Will+Monkey+to+Dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5321774775592288277</id><published>2010-12-31T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:05:32.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR3_OfFBN2I/AAAAAAAAHNw/-UZ7Eo6keU0/s1600/luke+and+will+on+Halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR3_OfFBN2I/AAAAAAAAHNw/-UZ7Eo6keU0/s400/luke+and+will+on+Halloween.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We celebrated Halloween with Amy, Corey, CJ and Luke and had a wonderful time. Will road in his wagon like a pro and although he had no idea what people were giving him, he liked.&amp;nbsp; Luke, on the other hand was an absolute professional trick-or-treater and a joy to be with.&amp;nbsp; He is protective of Will and they love each other so much.&amp;nbsp; I can not imagine what kind of trouble we are in for when Will gets a little older.&amp;nbsp; It was a great night spent with Super Man and a Dragon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5321774775592288277?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5321774775592288277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5321774775592288277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5321774775592288277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR3_OfFBN2I/AAAAAAAAHNw/-UZ7Eo6keU0/s72-c/luke+and+will+on+Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-488114622600999286</id><published>2010-12-31T09:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:33:14.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Birthday Party - September 2010</title><content type='html'>Will had an amazing first birthday party!&amp;nbsp; We all gathered at our church with a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme and had a wonderful time.&amp;nbsp; Although we spent that morning at the Dr.'s office with a ear infection, the little guy was a trouper!&amp;nbsp; He loves having all of his Grandparents and friends around and Bill and I were blessed to be surrounded by so many people that love our baby.&amp;nbsp; We did miss some friends and family that weren't able to make it (and although I am three months late with the post) here are a few pictures from the event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR33bVjmQLI/AAAAAAAAHNo/-S6psiPb2TE/s1600/Will%2527s+1st+birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TR33bVjmQLI/AAAAAAAAHNo/-S6psiPb2TE/s400/Will%2527s+1st+birthday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I know.&amp;nbsp; I have missed a lot of milestones over the last two months.&amp;nbsp; The whole reason I write this blog is to chronicle Will's childhood and keep a reminder of where we were and how blessed we are.&amp;nbsp; Well, I laughed out load this morning when I realized that I have missed events such as Will's birthday party, my birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, etc.&amp;nbsp; I will try this weekend to get caught up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3757306108076307300?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3757306108076307300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/12/ok-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3757306108076307300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3757306108076307300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/12/ok-ok.html' title='Ok, Ok . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-4746724280361023456</id><published>2010-10-28T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:09:11.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>CJ</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I got to go watch my little buddy, my sweet CJ play his first varsity football game.&amp;nbsp; The score didn't come out exactly like I wanted, but you wouldn't have known that from my screaming and yelling in the stands.&amp;nbsp; I am a devoted fan, and a huge fan of my CJ.&amp;nbsp; That boy makes me proud.&amp;nbsp; He got to play the last quarter of the game.&amp;nbsp; I could have&amp;nbsp;burst with excitement when that kid ran out on the field.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;He is a well mannered, kind young man that wants to please and help everyone.&amp;nbsp; He is also a darned good football player (maybe not quite so kind on the field, I wouldn't want to line up against him for sure)&amp;nbsp;and I can't wait to make this an every week event.&amp;nbsp; Not so long ago, he was my "little buddy".&amp;nbsp; He is still my buddy and I couldn't be more thrilled to call him my nephew and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I get to do it again.&amp;nbsp; I will be the loud mouth lady in the stands screaming at the Minor Tigers for 4 hours and I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4746724280361023456?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4746724280361023456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/cj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4746724280361023456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4746724280361023456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/cj.html' title='CJ'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3372808274587232008</id><published>2010-10-28T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:58:32.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Papa is 83!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to the best Papa in the wolrd.&amp;nbsp; On the 23rd of October, we celebrated Bill's Papa's 83rd birthday with lots of family.&amp;nbsp; We had lunch at the Bright Star.&amp;nbsp; Sunday, we all spent the day at Memaw and Papa's continuing the celebration.&amp;nbsp; Papa is an amazing example of a life of Holiness and we love him so much.&amp;nbsp; This last year was trying, but we are claiming healing and fun for Papa's 83rd year of life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;We love you sweet Papa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TMObN5LhVZI/AAAAAAAAEc0/8k73-jcrySk/s1600/100_1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TMObN5LhVZI/AAAAAAAAEc0/8k73-jcrySk/s320/100_1376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3372808274587232008?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3372808274587232008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/papa-is-83.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3372808274587232008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3372808274587232008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/papa-is-83.html' title='Papa is 83!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TMObN5LhVZI/AAAAAAAAEc0/8k73-jcrySk/s72-c/100_1376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-540602466351182727</id><published>2010-10-28T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:54:44.864-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Lots and lots going on in the B household.&amp;nbsp; Will went to the Dr. last week for a checkup at 13 months.&amp;nbsp; He was 31.5 inches and 24.5 pounds and doing well, except those dadgum ears.&amp;nbsp; So I took him to the ENT on Monday.&amp;nbsp; It was a slightly traumatic experience for me.&amp;nbsp; He did not want to be there from the second we walked in. To explain just how bad he wanted to leave, he refused to play in the toy room, tore up the papers I had to fill out, stole my pen, wrote on me and him (and maybe the beautiful mural on the wall, although I will not confirm that).&amp;nbsp; We then sat peacefully while Dr. L checked his ear, but when he turned the light on to look in Will's nose . . . MELTDOWN.&amp;nbsp; Then we had a hearing test.&amp;nbsp; The lady talks, Will hears her, turns his head and sees little stuffed animal that claps in a box behind us. Cute, huh.&amp;nbsp; He thought so for about two seconds, then changed his mind and&amp;nbsp; . . .MELTDOWN.&amp;nbsp; This one was complete with pulling my hair.&amp;nbsp; Next, we need to do a pressure test on his ears.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This entails a little earplug that makes a little nose.&amp;nbsp; No pain involved.&amp;nbsp; Well, not so much.&amp;nbsp; She put the thing in Will's ear and turned it on and&amp;nbsp; . . . MELTDOWN!&amp;nbsp; REALLY HUGE MELTDOWN complete with climbing&amp;nbsp;onto my head, pinching my arms, pulling my hair.&amp;nbsp; I mean freaking out, people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, we left the room of terror, and went back to the exam room and talked to Dr. L, and learned that we will be getting&amp;nbsp;tubes in a few weeks.&amp;nbsp; They tell me&amp;nbsp;it will be "no big deal".&amp;nbsp; They did not go home&amp;nbsp;that night with&amp;nbsp;ink all over them, disheveled hair and bruises from tiny little fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I will say this, he was an angel the rest of the day just like he normally is.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-540602466351182727?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/540602466351182727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/540602466351182727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/540602466351182727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1531039587560889326</id><published>2010-10-28T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:00:52.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>LIFE . . . IS . . . PRECIOUS</title><content type='html'>That is what is on my heart right now.&amp;nbsp; Last week, someone who was a dear friend of mine years ago, died in a tragic car accident.&amp;nbsp; Our lives went separate paths what seems like a whole lifetime ago, but I have many beautiful memories of silly teenage years, lots of fun, lots of fussing, lots of laughing, lots of goofy decisions, lots of life.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't a picture taker back then.&amp;nbsp; When I learned of this tragedy, I realised that I don't have any documentation of our friendship . . . just memories and they are precious.&amp;nbsp; You see, life is precious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although we were no longer sharing our lives with one another, she was sharing her life with four beautiful babies.&amp;nbsp; I don't know much else about the situation but this, she was their mommy, some one's sister, some one's friend, and she didn't have the opportunity to tell them goodbye or a last "I love you".&amp;nbsp; Again, life is precious.&amp;nbsp; It is not guaranteed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow may not come here on this earth, so I challenge you and myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hug those you love and TELL THEM every chance you get&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be there more, go out of your way to see, call, check on people who are close to you or people who might need you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be kind to others . . . you have no idea what they are going through, and a smile goes a long way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get your spiritual life in order RIGHT NOW.&amp;nbsp; Live for the KING OF KING's TODAY.&amp;nbsp; Know the salvation and eternal promises and life promised from JESUS and ACCEPT HIM as your SAVIOR.&amp;nbsp; Don't fake it.&amp;nbsp; Don't pretend and don't think just because you are a good person, you are covered.&amp;nbsp; You must be a blood bought sinner saved by the GRACE of CHRIST to make it to HEAVEN.&amp;nbsp; If you aren't, ask someone to pray with you and become one NOW.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing in life more important that your salvation and you are not guaranteed tomorrow to perfect it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do more, help more, hug more, kiss more, hold hands more often, smile more, slow down a little&amp;nbsp; and enjoy the blessings around you.&amp;nbsp; If you don't see God's blessings in your life, CHANGE YOUR LIFE, include HIM.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are a Christian, tell someone else about Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Let HIM use your life to build HIS kingdom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm told not two weeks ago my friend had very real encounter with the Lord.&amp;nbsp; She said, "The weight of the world is off my shoulders.&amp;nbsp; I now know how much God loves me." Although I am sad she is gone, I am so very, very thankful for this knowledge and that her children will be told one day that she found the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, life is precious. ETERNITY IS EVERYTHING.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1531039587560889326?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1531039587560889326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-precious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1531039587560889326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1531039587560889326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-is-precious.html' title='LIFE . . . 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PRECIOUS'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3442254612749242131</id><published>2010-10-06T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:42:32.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>WILL</title><content type='html'>This was a gift from Lindsey when Will was on his way.&amp;nbsp; I have it framed in his room, but I took the time to read it again today and reflect on what a blessing, what a miracle we have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Baby Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat a wonderful world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can see it in the skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ook into the Heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ook into his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am sure he is just perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; miracle so it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y heart skips a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ecause He has chosen me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ittle did we know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; gift was on its way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hrist answered our prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;nowing we needed this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut I can't believe it's almost time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;ntil the day we meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eady as we will ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow our family will be complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3442254612749242131?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3442254612749242131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3442254612749242131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3442254612749242131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/10/will.html' title='WILL'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2821848763228505323</id><published>2010-09-15T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:23:33.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweet Baby Will!</title><content type='html'>Today, our precious miracle turned one.&amp;nbsp; I can not believe that we have had the privilege of knowing and caring for such a beautiful, smart, loving, fun baby boy for a whole year.&amp;nbsp; One year ago today, I was sitting in the hospital in awe of God's masterful handiwork and faithfulness.&amp;nbsp; That day, I fell in love with a baby boy.&amp;nbsp; As the days and weeks turned into months, I began to fall in love even more deeply as you changed into a little person.&amp;nbsp; Youl are so happy and loving and you just melt my heart daily. You love to hold hands, give kisses and laugh out loud.&amp;nbsp; You are so smart, so sweet, and life as your mommy is SO amazing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else happened a year ago today for me.&amp;nbsp; Not only did we get a brand new baby, but I also got to see Bill as a Daddy.&amp;nbsp; WOW.&amp;nbsp; I knew I loved him, I knew how wonderful a husband and friend he is to me, but man, I never knew how much seeing him love you would change my love for him.&amp;nbsp; Son, you are&amp;nbsp;so blessed to have such an amazing loving father and once again, I stand in awe of the blessings God has given me.&amp;nbsp; I am now thoroughly, hopelessly, completely in love with two William Raymond Blackburn's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Baby Will, you are growing and changing everyday, but one thing that will never change is how much your Daddy and I love you! You are a living example that God is still in the miracle business and that He hears our prayers and will give us the desires of our heart.&amp;nbsp; Our prayer is&amp;nbsp;that you will grow into a strong, compassionate, loving man of God.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, I hope that we will always remember to cherish every moment of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy First Birthday Sweet Precious God's Will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9/15/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TJF_ZxitTEI/AAAAAAAAEWs/FSDuuTmKZvU/s1600/Birthday+Boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TJF_ZxitTEI/AAAAAAAAEWs/FSDuuTmKZvU/s400/Birthday+Boy.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-2821848763228505323?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2821848763228505323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-sweet-baby-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2821848763228505323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2821848763228505323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-sweet-baby-will.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweet Baby Will!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TJF_ZxitTEI/AAAAAAAAEWs/FSDuuTmKZvU/s72-c/Birthday+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3614562559116010955</id><published>2010-09-15T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:56:31.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TJF5TsrA00I/AAAAAAAAEWk/goBD-NE4j-Y/s1600/Will%27s+1st+birthday+with+balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TJF5TsrA00I/AAAAAAAAEWk/goBD-NE4j-Y/s400/Will%27s+1st+birthday+with+balloon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3614562559116010955?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3614562559116010955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3614562559116010955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3614562559116010955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-will.html' title='Happy Birthday Will'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TJF5TsrA00I/AAAAAAAAEWk/goBD-NE4j-Y/s72-c/Will%27s+1st+birthday+with+balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3070891552410098240</id><published>2010-09-11T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:00:24.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty-One Gifts</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start selling Thirty-One Gifts.&amp;nbsp; This will enable me to help with our family income and get together with friends and have a little fun too.&amp;nbsp; I am excited about the oppotunity and in love with the products.&amp;nbsp; They are beautiful, purposeful and stylish.&amp;nbsp; I have purchased several items in the past and they have all held up beautifully.&amp;nbsp; That is the reason I chose Thirty-One and can't wait to get started.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Please check out my website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mythirtyone.com/34880"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.mythirtyone.com/34880&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like host a catalog party or a home party please call or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:mblackburn1010@gmail.com"&gt;mblackburn1010@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. We can all use a night out with the girls . .&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; earning free, stylish, awesome products is just a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuY_IuxyiI/AAAAAAAAEUA/VM8WUEcyHLs/s1600/Thirty-One%2520Magnet_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuY_IuxyiI/AAAAAAAAEUA/VM8WUEcyHLs/s400/Thirty-One%2520Magnet_full.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3070891552410098240?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3070891552410098240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/thirty-one-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3070891552410098240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3070891552410098240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/thirty-one-gifts.html' title='Thirty-One Gifts'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuY_IuxyiI/AAAAAAAAEUA/VM8WUEcyHLs/s72-c/Thirty-One%2520Magnet_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5470951355621533385</id><published>2010-09-11T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:50:11.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I love the Zoo</title><content type='html'>and I hope Will does too, because we bought a season pass.&amp;nbsp; We went for the first time on Saturday, September 4th.&amp;nbsp; We had a crew with Bill, Me and Will and Amy Corey and Luke, and we all had a great day.&amp;nbsp; Luke had never been before either and he was so full of amazement that it touched my heart.&amp;nbsp; He was so excited about riding the train and seeing the "arilla".&amp;nbsp; Will loved the birds, the sea lion and the train too.&amp;nbsp; What an amazing family day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuWIYoG_sI/AAAAAAAAETw/xn-w9uGB8Pw/s1600/101_1206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuWIYoG_sI/AAAAAAAAETw/xn-w9uGB8Pw/s320/101_1206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bill and Will on the train.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuWR22CHPI/AAAAAAAAET4/28Q5bJwdNkA/s1600/101_1194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuWR22CHPI/AAAAAAAAET4/28Q5bJwdNkA/s320/101_1194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviously, we were not looking at the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuV6ldcaSI/AAAAAAAAETk/prnXhSD6sCM/s1600/Luke+and+Will++-+Our+Boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuV6ldcaSI/AAAAAAAAETk/prnXhSD6sCM/s400/Luke+and+Will++-+Our+Boys.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sweet boys watching the sea lions.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5470951355621533385?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5470951355621533385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5470951355621533385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5470951355621533385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-zoo.html' title='I love the Zoo'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuWIYoG_sI/AAAAAAAAETw/xn-w9uGB8Pw/s72-c/101_1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7819966598954185081</id><published>2010-09-11T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:39:40.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOOOTBAAAALLLLLLL! And I'm raising Will right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuUQD0vEWI/AAAAAAAAETU/-HTAdZuNKwA/s1600/Auburn+Baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuUQD0vEWI/AAAAAAAAETU/-HTAdZuNKwA/s320/Auburn+Baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuUNm6rZZI/AAAAAAAAETM/ri0oGwVqTDk/s1600/AU+Will.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuUNm6rZZI/AAAAAAAAETM/ri0oGwVqTDk/s320/AU+Will.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7819966598954185081?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7819966598954185081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/fooootbaaaalllllll-and-im-raising-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7819966598954185081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7819966598954185081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/09/fooootbaaaalllllll-and-im-raising-will.html' title='FOOOOTBAAAALLLLLLL! And I&apos;m raising Will right.'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TIuUQD0vEWI/AAAAAAAAETU/-HTAdZuNKwA/s72-c/Auburn+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-6253882032315498787</id><published>2010-08-30T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:56:47.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patty Cake Anyone</title><content type='html'>At the beach, Chelle Belle taught Will how to clap his hands or "patty cake".&amp;nbsp; We love this and now clap for everything.&amp;nbsp; I know Bill and I look like a bunch of ding-dongs clapping all the time, but Will loves it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday at church, the choir finished singing and everyone clapped.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had my camera, because Will looked at me with eyes as big as saucers as if to say, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"All these people are playing patty cake with me"!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-6253882032315498787?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6253882032315498787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/patty-cake-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6253882032315498787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6253882032315498787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/patty-cake-anyone.html' title='Patty Cake Anyone'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-8585934060251743008</id><published>2010-08-30T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:05:43.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A dear friend</title><content type='html'>This past week, our family lost a dear friend. Mr. Bruce was my dad's best friend for as long as I can remember.&amp;nbsp; He had been principal of our high school and was a great man, but that isn't how I knew him.&amp;nbsp; I knew him as my Dad's hunting buddy, a die hard Alabama fan with a love for dogs that surpassed mine.&amp;nbsp; He always had a smile on his face and a joke.&amp;nbsp; He and my Dad were like brothers, always messing with each other, trying to best one another and always there when they needed each other.&amp;nbsp; I guess the things that I will remember most about him was his encouragement to do better than your best, to try something news and to be a blessing to others.&amp;nbsp; He encouraged my wonderful nephew C.J. to pursue football, and I know C.J. will never forget Mr. Bruce pushing him to succeed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts for Mrs. Charlotte, his wife, and Becky his daughter.&amp;nbsp; I know the pain they are going through and I hate that anyone else has to feel that.&amp;nbsp; We will miss his wonderful friendship.&amp;nbsp; We will miss his hearty laugh and smile.&amp;nbsp; I know that he is celebrating in Heaven with Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I know that he and mom are already messing with each other there and I know that I will see him again, but until then I will pray for peace for all that miss him.&lt;br /&gt;We love you Mr. Bruce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-8585934060251743008?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8585934060251743008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8585934060251743008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8585934060251743008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-friend.html' title='A dear friend'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2582508786387134415</id><published>2010-08-27T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:18:21.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Little man was a little fussy coming down and we notices a new little tooth peaking out from under his gums.&amp;nbsp; Then, about half way down, I noticed a little fever with that tooth (I hate teething).&amp;nbsp; I dismissed it as just teething issues, but was a little worried since he has not really gotten well since two weeks ago when we had the croup.&amp;nbsp; Also on the way down, Bill started feeling puny.&amp;nbsp; I dismissed it (outwardly) but was starting to feel like this may not be the fairytale family vacation that I had planned.&amp;nbsp; We did get to have wonderful dinner with my Uncle Frank and Aunt Kim that evening despite the drama of the day.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got here, Will's fever was up and baby Tylenol was given along with bib boy Tylenol for Bill.&amp;nbsp; The next morning, Bill was feeling pretty bad, and Will had been up and down most of the night.&amp;nbsp; We stayed inside most of the day, which was not a problem because there was a torrential downpour here.&amp;nbsp; By that evening, Will and Bill were both sporting a hefty fever and Mommy made the executive decision to head to the Doc in the Box.&amp;nbsp; Thank Goodness.&amp;nbsp; Will has a bad ear infection&amp;nbsp;along with the oncoming tooth and Bill has a bacterial infection requiring antibiotics.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, not exactly what I had in mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The thing is, Bill is such a good daddy and no matter how badly he was feeling, he was just worried about Will not feeling well and me not having a good time.&amp;nbsp; Will is such a good baby, he has been in a relatively good mood, even though his little ear and mouth hurts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Monday, we spent about thirty minutes at the beach.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday, Bill and Will slept most of the day, and I spent some time on the sand with a book.&amp;nbsp; That afternoon, we headed to the pool for a little while with Aunt Lindsey and Mimi. Today, we spent most of the day on the beach and had a perfect, awesome time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We are here with Grandaddy, Chelle-Belle, Uncle Scott, Daniel and Lindsey and tonight Jeromy, Jessica and Ryleigh came in.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a sweet picture from yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TGy2_McVtsI/AAAAAAAACbo/YmW8LHHr1D4/s1600/Will+on+the+beach1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TGy2_McVtsI/AAAAAAAACbo/YmW8LHHr1D4/s320/Will+on+the+beach1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3833625957725708491?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3833625957725708491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-thus-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3833625957725708491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3833625957725708491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-thus-far.html' title='Beach thus far'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TGy2_McVtsI/AAAAAAAACbo/YmW8LHHr1D4/s72-c/Will+on+the+beach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2266835280071586995</id><published>2010-08-17T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:44:28.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will loves the beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Will is teething and has had fever most of the day and it has rained buckets.&amp;nbsp; That sounds really bad, but I AM AT THE BEACH!&amp;nbsp; I look out the windows and see God's most beautiful artwork and here his lullaby to us through the waves.&amp;nbsp; I am at peace here.&amp;nbsp; I know Will is going to feel better and I will get to see him play in the sand and swim this week.&amp;nbsp; So today, I accept the opportunity for a day to sit around in my PJ's all day and spend time with our family.&amp;nbsp; Life is Good Today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4391776728364420855?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4391776728364420855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4391776728364420855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4391776728364420855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-here.html' title='We are here . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5603162877182789622</id><published>2010-08-15T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:38:17.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's first day at the beach and he loved it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I am a living testimony to the fact that this works, but I don't think it &lt;em&gt;has &lt;/em&gt;to be that way.&amp;nbsp; God is there and if we accept that with childlike faith, we will have someone holding us up during hard times.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;That being said, this last month has been hard.&amp;nbsp; We learned that our dear Papa has bone cancer.&amp;nbsp; For two weeks, he went back and forth to the Dr. and every time, he got worse news.&amp;nbsp; I do not like the reality that as we get older, news such as this comes much more frequent, but it does.&amp;nbsp; I am happy to say that Papa is taking radiation and chemo treatments and is feeling much better.&amp;nbsp; He has the most beautiful spirit of anyone I know and he is a fighter with an amazing faith.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful to have him in our lives and most thankful that my little boy has the opportunity to know and learn from him.&amp;nbsp; He is a gift, and I fully expect a miracle to allow us to have him for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of that news, we had to make the decision to put Will in daycare.&amp;nbsp; Before this, he stayed with a beautiful family of girls three days a week and Memaw and Papa the other two.&amp;nbsp; This was a devastating decision for me, even though I knew he would be fine, I was heartbroken.&amp;nbsp; He went a whole day and a half before he became terribly sick (not from the daycare).&amp;nbsp; He fights infant reflux and it had flared up, making his whole stomach and esophagus and throat raw and irritable where he would not eat or drink.&amp;nbsp; (FYI - Will weighed 24 lbs)&amp;nbsp;We started medicating for that and he spiked a fever, which turned into the croup.&amp;nbsp; Three Dr.'s appointments in one week, lots of tests, and&amp;nbsp;parents who were exhausted and worried filled our week.&amp;nbsp; BUT, he is better.&amp;nbsp; We re-started daycare on Monday and so far so good.&amp;nbsp; He seems to like it and has adjusted without near the trauma that Mama has had.&amp;nbsp; The little guy has taught me so many lessons about being joyful all the time, no matter how you feel.&amp;nbsp; Even on his worse day last week, he would try so hard to laugh and play.&amp;nbsp; He is a gift, he will do just fine in daycare, where he is loved and learning every day and I will get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last week, my sweet neighbor's sister had something go terribly wrong in her brain and is in a devastating situation. She has two children and they expect her to meet the Lord soon.&amp;nbsp;Summer, my neighbor, is being very brave in the face of this, but my heart hurts for her.&amp;nbsp; She is a rock of faith and I know they are leaning on God and He will provide.&amp;nbsp; What happen to the days when we were 14 and we heard about this stuff, but never close to home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lost of things going on in our lives . . . but that is why I chose to title this "Looking up".&amp;nbsp; I will lift my eyes to the Lord, where my help comes from.&amp;nbsp; He is my refuge and fortress in times of trouble.&amp;nbsp; He will carry me.&amp;nbsp; Even in the midst of storms, times of uncertainty and sadness and the horrible things that this fallen world has to offer, there is beauty and hope in Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7004480105909870442?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7004480105909870442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/looking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7004480105909870442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7004480105909870442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/looking-up.html' title='Looking up'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1576531954284790566</id><published>2010-08-12T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:33:19.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear . . .</title><content type='html'>Dear sandy beaches,&lt;br /&gt;I long for you.&amp;nbsp; I can not wait to feel your warm caress on my feet, to hear God's beautiful love song created with water and waves, to see the glory and beauty that you have to offer, to feel the relaxation that can only come when I am near you.&amp;nbsp; I am giddy with excitement and expectation of wonderful days with family, of new adventures with my baby boy, of holding hands with my husband, of visiting friends and family that I dont get to see very often.&amp;nbsp; I am overjoyed with a place away from stress and work and being pulled in ten directions at every moment.&amp;nbsp; I am ecstatic with the opportunity to make memories that will last a lifetime.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It has been too long and I have truly missed you, but I will see you in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;AM COMING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your friend and admirer,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1576531954284790566?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1576531954284790566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1576531954284790566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1576531954284790566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear.html' title='Dear . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5935638428425197063</id><published>2010-07-29T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:36:31.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't find the words</title><content type='html'>I have tried to post the last few days, but I just can't find the words. I want to say life is hard but God is stronger than that.&amp;nbsp; I want to say that my God has all of the things that we are facing under control and I am trusting in him.&amp;nbsp; I do trust him and I know that He is in control, but . . . &lt;br /&gt;I am a very emotional person.&amp;nbsp; I wear my heart right out on my sleeve and my heart is hurting right now.&amp;nbsp; I find myself going from sadness, to anger, to frustration.&amp;nbsp; I am having to work daily, hourly to reel in my emotions and stand on His promises.&amp;nbsp; I know my emotions do not dictate my relationship with God and am thankful for that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I am scared and worried.&amp;nbsp; I think I have previously noted that I hate change.&amp;nbsp; Well, we are cliff diving into a mound of change right now and I am as shaken as can be.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I am in a dodge ball game, and I'm stuck to the floor, with the balls just pummeling me.&amp;nbsp; I will find the words to share everything that is going on, but right now, we just need prayers for our family, especially for our Papa and Memaw.&amp;nbsp; Most of all, we need prayers for peace in our souls.&amp;nbsp; I know that satan is standing in the wings waiting for us to falter, but God can and will provide the peace that surpasses all understanding and that is what&amp;nbsp;we am need most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5935638428425197063?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5935638428425197063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-find-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5935638428425197063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5935638428425197063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-find-words.html' title='Can&apos;t find the words'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7525179856362798860</id><published>2010-07-18T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:07:26.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>This post is out of order, but that's OK.&amp;nbsp; I went to Sips N Strokes last week with Amy, Christi, Linda and Jenn.&amp;nbsp; I have done this a couple of times and realized that I really enjoy painting.&amp;nbsp; No one else had been, and I got a kick out of listening to them fret about putting paint on a canvas.&amp;nbsp; Who cares what it looks like.&amp;nbsp; You don't have to hang it in your living room.&amp;nbsp; I must say that I loved all of the pictures.&amp;nbsp; Everyone did an amazing job.&amp;nbsp; Most of all, I enjoyed the time with my family, my friends.&amp;nbsp; Amy never gets to do something just for her, and I so enjoyed watching her settle in, relax and have fun, just for her.&amp;nbsp; Christi and Linda were a hoot.&amp;nbsp; Christi is a perfectionist, so worried about every detail.&amp;nbsp; Linda was painting 10 minutes after the class stopped and announced that we were just jealous that we weren't still painting.&amp;nbsp; Jenn was giggling most of the time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She made me giggle too.&amp;nbsp; It was fun.&amp;nbsp; So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for these times and memories.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for a husband that wants me to do things for myself and is so willing to keep Will and push me to go.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that I am friends with my sister, my cousin, my Aunt.&amp;nbsp; I am so blessed to have grown up in a close family.&amp;nbsp; I have realized that family does not always mean friends.&amp;nbsp; I know many people who rarely talk to their siblings and have shut out their families. That makes me sad for others, because I can't imagine not being friends with my sister, or Christi, or Linda or the rest of my extended family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7525179856362798860?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7525179856362798860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7525179856362798860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7525179856362798860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-9196067043315651686</id><published>2010-07-18T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:57:35.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, Birthdays, Weddings</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been CRAZY!&amp;nbsp; I love being busy, but . . . WOW.&amp;nbsp; We started yesterday with Will's 10 month pictures (which should have been 9 month pictures, but we got off schedule).&amp;nbsp; This makes me nervous.&amp;nbsp; I always worry that he will get upset, that the pics won't turn out well, that we will stress out his Daddy and Kim, our awesome photographer.&amp;nbsp; Silly, I know.&amp;nbsp; They are pictures of his life and if he is crying, that's OK.&amp;nbsp; He does that sometimes.&amp;nbsp; However, if you have been around me with my son, you might have noticed that I don't like for him to cry.&amp;nbsp; EVER.&amp;nbsp; I do everything I can to make him happy all the time.&amp;nbsp; Can we say spoiled?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's OK, because I waiting a long time to get him here and that is my right.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, to get back on track, the pictures went great.&amp;nbsp; He was wonderful and this made Mommy very happy.&lt;br /&gt;So, that was in Trussville and we had to make it back to Hueytown for my sweet cousin Nathan's second birthday.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to Daddy's stellar driving, we made it and I'm so glad.&amp;nbsp; What a fun time we had.&amp;nbsp; Will swam with Amy, Luke, Shelby, Grace and Christi (mommy forgot our swim bag, so no Mommy and Daddy in the pool).&amp;nbsp; He loves the water and we had so much fun watching them.&amp;nbsp; Sweet Nathan had a great party with a ton of people that love him.&amp;nbsp; We stayed longer than we should have, then had to pack up and hurry home.&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list was getting Mr. Will ready to spend the night with Grandma.&amp;nbsp; He loves his Grandma (and so do we).&amp;nbsp; He gets excited to see her coming and loves her living room filled with his toys and his pool on the patio at her house.&amp;nbsp; So Grandma came to get Mr. Will and . . . we had to get ready to go to an out of town wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready is not my strong suit.&amp;nbsp; I am slow, I get side tracked and I am usually late.&amp;nbsp; There I said it.&amp;nbsp; If you love me, you love me in spite of these things.&amp;nbsp; So, I tried to hurry, but I was of course running a little behind.&amp;nbsp; We get in the car, where I told Bill the directions were on my phone.&amp;nbsp; Down the road we go, where Bill asks, " Where's your phone?".&amp;nbsp; Back home we head . . . and we're off again.&amp;nbsp; We have to pick up a friend in Homewood and make it to Anniston in basically&amp;nbsp;an hour.&amp;nbsp; Once again, thank you Bill for your amazing driving.&amp;nbsp; We made it.&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful wedding Natalie and Taylor had.&amp;nbsp; She was gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; He was handsome.&amp;nbsp; The food was good and the band great. AND Bill danced with me.&amp;nbsp; What a great night and a great date.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed for a little while, but then we realized that we could be at home, getting a full nights sleep, which does not happen with Mr. Will.&amp;nbsp; So, we are such party animals, that we were home by 10:30 and we had a great nights sleep.&amp;nbsp; (Thanks again, Grandma!)&lt;br /&gt;I would post pics of all of these wonderful events, but my camera was at home the whole time.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Now for today 's agenda - Church, Memaw's, Amy's for Crystal's 16th birthday, then the mound of laundry in my laundry room and to clean up this house that is definitely lived in and overrun with toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** One more side note.&amp;nbsp; When I posted to Lindsey last week, I was on pain drugs.&amp;nbsp; I did go back and fix my many errors and did notice that it was basically unreadable.&amp;nbsp; I will try not to blog while high anymore :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-9196067043315651686?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9196067043315651686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-birthdays-weddings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/9196067043315651686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/9196067043315651686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/pictures-birthdays-weddings.html' title='Pictures, Birthdays, Weddings'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3198996444008595745</id><published>2010-07-16T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:27:04.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months  . . .</title><content type='html'>Mr. Will turned 10 months old yesterday.&amp;nbsp; He celebrated by taking a few steps at Memaw and Pappa's house and by showing out and making us all laugh hysterically yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It seems like only yesterday that I held him for the first time and yet, it seems like I don't remember life before his joy became mine.&amp;nbsp; I love this little boy.&amp;nbsp; I am so blessed to be so a Mother to such a sweet precious little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3198996444008595745?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3198996444008595745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3198996444008595745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3198996444008595745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-months.html' title='10 Months  . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1215571221396118121</id><published>2010-07-10T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:23:29.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homemade . Key . Lime . Cupcakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cream . Cheese .&amp;nbsp; Icing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUMMY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and pain drugs to take to help with the joys of another ovarian cyst.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&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/9220537177779902650-1215571221396118121?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1215571221396118121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/yum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1215571221396118121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1215571221396118121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/yum.html' title='YUM'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-9087785818492872225</id><published>2010-07-08T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:23:04.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Lindsey's Challenge</title><content type='html'>So, my sweet baby sister-n-law issued a little blog/game/challenge to me to answer a few questions. Fun, but of course, I am late and I am sure she didn't think I was reading her blog or paying attention, but I am. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Nah Nah Boo Boo little girl&lt;/span&gt;. Here are your answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are my questions for all you ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what is your favorite restaurant, what do you order?&lt;br /&gt;Sumo and I love Crunchy Shrimp Roll, California Roll, Spicy Tuna, or Shrimp and Scallops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. favorite childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;Floating down the river in a HUGE float full of soap suds with 20 of my closest friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (only because I love princesses) what princess would you be and why?&lt;br /&gt;Fiona. Why you ask? Her Prince Charming is unconventional and funny and she lives with a bunch of fruitcakes. &lt;br /&gt;Ariel would be my other choice, because she is a hard-headed dreamer and I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what is your biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;People who are two-faced. I have been that person, and I was not a good person. I wish people would just say "I don't like you" rather than pretend and stab you in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what is your favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I have a ton. Dancing, painting, thrift-ing, shopping, laughing. I guess my fave is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if you had a genie for a day, what would your 3 wishes be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lots of financial security for my family so I could stay home with the kids, and help those I know who need a boost&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kids - meaning my second wish would be for 2 more perfectly healthy babies&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To see everyone that I know accept Jesus as Lord and Saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what is your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;Steel Magnolias! Hands down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what is a quote you like? &lt;br /&gt;"my strength is as big as the God within me". I actually was given this today by a dear friend from a blog that she loves, and I am clinging to it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-9087785818492872225?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9087785818492872225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindseys-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/9087785818492872225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/9087785818492872225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindseys-challenge.html' title='Lindsey&apos;s Challenge'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-8420956530517677061</id><published>2010-07-08T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:08:27.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wore the wrong thing . . .</title><content type='html'>I wore the wrong thing last Thursday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got out of bed, chose clothes that I don't usually wear and was uncomfortable all day long.&amp;nbsp; That&amp;nbsp;trickled down into every part of my day.&amp;nbsp; I was anxious, uptight, agitated all&amp;nbsp;day long.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;could not concentrate and did not do a good job&amp;nbsp;at my work.&amp;nbsp; I was miserable.&amp;nbsp; Over clothes. Something that&amp;nbsp;shouldn't matter.&amp;nbsp; Once I got home and changed clothes, I noticed an immediate change in my attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have thought about that&amp;nbsp;a lot about that since Thursday.&amp;nbsp; How often do we wear the wrong thing on the inside.&amp;nbsp; We put on a smile and makeup and clothing that makes us look the part, but we wear malice, anger, bitterness, jealousy, insecurity.&amp;nbsp; Those things make us anxious, uptight, agitated.&amp;nbsp; They affect everything that we do during the day.&amp;nbsp; What we wear in our hearts is directly related to what kind of day we have and who we are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am trying daily to put on the full armor of God.&amp;nbsp; That way, I am dressed appropriately for anything that comes my way.&amp;nbsp; I want to be uplifting, positive, encouraging, self controlled.&amp;nbsp; I want to wear the fruit of the spirit that God has called me to wear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And when I fail, I want to praise God for the opportunity to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TDaSK4o63wI/AAAAAAAACZc/_BscKGAYico/s1600/20768-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Male-Knight-In-Armour-Holding-A-Lance-With-A-Cork-On-The-Sharp-Tip-And-A-Shield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TDaSK4o63wI/AAAAAAAACZc/_BscKGAYico/s200/20768-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Male-Knight-In-Armour-Holding-A-Lance-With-A-Cork-On-The-Sharp-Tip-And-A-Shield.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-8420956530517677061?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8420956530517677061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wore-wrong-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8420956530517677061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8420956530517677061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wore-wrong-thing.html' title='I wore the wrong thing . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TDaSK4o63wI/AAAAAAAACZc/_BscKGAYico/s72-c/20768-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Male-Knight-In-Armour-Holding-A-Lance-With-A-Cork-On-The-Sharp-Tip-And-A-Shield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-704651047663003392</id><published>2010-07-07T22:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:12:11.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;br /&gt;That could be because we travelled to Jackson Mississippi this weekend.&amp;nbsp; We went to visit Aunt Libbie and Uncle Mike, Kelly, Jamie&amp;nbsp;and all the dogs!&amp;nbsp; We got in late Friday night and stayed up until 1 AM visiting.&amp;nbsp; It is so nice to go into someone &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; home and be made completely comfortable.&amp;nbsp; Such fun conversation and laughter.&amp;nbsp; They are my relatives by marriage, but it just felt like family this weekend and THEY SPOILED US ROTTEN!&amp;nbsp; Saturday, we spent the morning loving on dogs (I will run down all of the dogs in a minute).&amp;nbsp; Aunt Libbie cooked for us, while will flirted with her.&amp;nbsp; He played and played, and was just wrapped around his Uncle Mike's finger.&amp;nbsp; Then, they took us out for awesome pizza&amp;nbsp;and a trip to Aunt Libbie's&amp;nbsp;Merle Norman store at the mall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I shopped and oohed and awed over everything while they took Will to the toy store.&amp;nbsp; As you can imagine, he came back rich with awesome toys.&amp;nbsp; And I left with new shoes and a new purse and a new face thanks to sweet Kelly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mike and Lib kept Mr. Will while&amp;nbsp;Bill and I went on a date to Vicksburg for good food and fun.&amp;nbsp; What a great time I had with my sweet husband.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We should date more.&amp;nbsp; When we do, we remember that we really, really like each other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, we got up again and played with lots of puppies, while Uncle Mike and Will cooked us breakfast again.&amp;nbsp; Then, we had a wonderful Japanese lunch and more visiting before we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures, but I want to run down a list of the dogs just for my fun.&amp;nbsp; They have a LOT of Boxers right now.&amp;nbsp; Momma dog, Lilly, who is accompanied by 12 of her puppies.&amp;nbsp; She has Hank and Bella (who are huge) from her first litter, Petal from her second litter (who is a boxer/German pointer and a princess) &amp;nbsp;and nine new boxer babies.&amp;nbsp; If you know me, then you know that I was in HEAVEN with all of these babies.&amp;nbsp; I managed to love them all&amp;nbsp;and even name several of the babies - Button, Spice, Pumpkin, Little Man . . . and I announced that I wanted each one at least once during the 48 hours we were there.&amp;nbsp; I think we decided that we love Button for Grandma and we want Lilly, if and when she needs a new home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I know this post is all over the place, but I want to document this because I felt like a Princess all weekend.&amp;nbsp; I did learn one valuable lesson.&amp;nbsp; Traveling with a baby is HARD WORK, and we have a wonderful happy baby.&amp;nbsp; It is just taxing, especially because I don't like to travel at all.&amp;nbsp; I like to go new places, but I hate getting there.&amp;nbsp; Thank God, Bill has the patience of Job and handles my grumpy self very well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be home, but I want to remember this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a kid again, and with all of the stress that has been on my shoulders for quite some time, I needed this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Uncle Mike and Aunt Lib, Kelly and Jamie for letting me be a part of the family, for loving Bill and Will and for making us feel so special.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5696852874175755939?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5696852874175755939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/mississippi-wonderful-relatives-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5696852874175755939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5696852874175755939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/07/mississippi-wonderful-relatives-and.html' title='Mississippi, Wonderful Relatives, and DOGS'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2590053473369161899</id><published>2010-06-25T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:05:15.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Bert Blackburn, March 1998 - June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TCVpdc0jpiI/AAAAAAAACXY/QbUB69iX9WQ/s1600/2010-June+BERT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TCVpdc0jpiI/AAAAAAAACXY/QbUB69iX9WQ/s320/2010-June+BERT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our tears fell down our cheeks today as we held your paw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the memories of the past years both of us recalled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your playful spirit and wonderful affection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your mighty bark and years of protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You have been our companion and our friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bert, will miss you forever, but this is not the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Having you as a friend, we were truly blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so, go now to the Rainbow Bridge and rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry for your Master's anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We will see you when we cross the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And there will be no more pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when at last we get to play again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In loving memory of Bert Blackburn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;March 1998 - June 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/9220537177779902650-2590053473369161899?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2590053473369161899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/bert-blackburn-march-1998-june-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2590053473369161899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2590053473369161899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/bert-blackburn-march-1998-june-2010.html' title='Bert Blackburn, March 1998 - June 2010'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TCVpdc0jpiI/AAAAAAAACXY/QbUB69iX9WQ/s72-c/2010-June+BERT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7614105107019425131</id><published>2010-06-25T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:18:34.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Sweet Bert.</title><content type='html'>If you know anything about me at all, then you know I don't like to sat goodbye, EVER.&amp;nbsp; I don't say goodbye on the phone, I hate goodbye in person and I hate the indefinite goodbyes until we get to Heaven.&amp;nbsp; Even as a child visiting my relatives in Mobile, I cried every time we left.&amp;nbsp; It hurts to leave behind those that you love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Bill and I had to do one of the the hardest things I have had to do in a long, long time.&amp;nbsp; We said goodbye to our dear precious dog, Bert.&amp;nbsp; Bill got him in March of 1998.&amp;nbsp; We were blessed to have such a great dog for so many years.&amp;nbsp; He was a puppy his whole life, always jumping and playing with us, but only us.&amp;nbsp; He played hard with his &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; soulmate, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Berneice&lt;/span&gt;, but only her.&amp;nbsp; No other dogs allowed.&amp;nbsp; He guarded his friend, his owners and his home.&amp;nbsp; He was our protector.&amp;nbsp; He knew the sound of our vehicles and welcomed us with his loud bark every time we drove up.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;barked when Bill turned onto our street, just to let me know he was on the way.&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp; barked the "other bark" when&amp;nbsp; anyone was anywhere near our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert was out guardian&amp;nbsp;and would have laid down his life for us without hesitations.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a very adventurous life for a dog.&amp;nbsp; He was shot when he was a little over a year old.&amp;nbsp; That is right, shot.&amp;nbsp; Someone shot our dog in his on fenced in back yard for no apparent reason.&amp;nbsp; But, thanks to&amp;nbsp; our wonderful vet, he over came that.&amp;nbsp; He had a couple of bouts with opossums, two very traumatic run ins with a raccoon, and he attacked a police officer for coming into his fence.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a great friend and a part of our family that we will very much miss.&amp;nbsp; Bill and I both have somewhat soft hearts.&amp;nbsp; We love with everything we have.&amp;nbsp; We loved Bert just that way and we are hurting We are sad, and we are relying on the comforter to touch our hearts tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7614105107019425131?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7614105107019425131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-sweet-bert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7614105107019425131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7614105107019425131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-sweet-bert.html' title='Goodbye, Sweet Bert.'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-8711454572501731509</id><published>2010-06-21T21:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:19:55.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Fishing . . . I think not</title><content type='html'>Ever had one of those days?&amp;nbsp; Bill and I have been planning on going fishing for about 3 weeks.&amp;nbsp; We picked today, Monday, because I was off work, we had a babysitter, and the lake wouldn't be crowded.&amp;nbsp; I had checked James &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Spann's&lt;/span&gt; website 100 times to make sure the weather would cooperate and was ready to go.&amp;nbsp; You have to understand, Bill is not a fisher, he is a catcher, so our destination would be a stocked catfish pond, because if Bill ain't catchin', he ain't &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;stayin&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So the destination was planned, we were packed and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;This is how our day went . . . Will, our alarm clock, overslept.&amp;nbsp; Then, I took him to Mrs. Dawn's, where he loves to go, but he cried and it took me forever to leave him.&amp;nbsp; So, it was after 9AM when we left home.&amp;nbsp; (No problem, because I did not care if we were fishing in the hottest part of the day.)&amp;nbsp; Did I mention, fishing is my favorite past time and I was super excited.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we get to exit 100 on 59 after discussing what a blessing our old beat up Chevy is.&amp;nbsp; We were laughing and having a good old time, when Bill said, the truck is running hot.&amp;nbsp; So, off the interstate we go.&amp;nbsp; We called our good friends (the cavalry) and with a little tweaking and 45 minutes later, we were back on our way to the lake.&amp;nbsp; (So, we were just a little late, but we were still going fishing.&amp;nbsp; I was determined!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it was not my day.&amp;nbsp; We drove another 30 minutes and get to the lake to see a sign that says "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Open Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday&lt;/span&gt;".&amp;nbsp; UGH.&amp;nbsp; OK, new plan.&amp;nbsp; On to the county lake.&amp;nbsp; Even though it isn't quite as stocked, we will still have fun.&amp;nbsp; So we drive about 15 minutes down the road, and I am once again excited.&amp;nbsp; I AM &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;GOIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;FISHIN&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Then we see the sign "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Bibb&lt;/span&gt; County Lake: Closed Monday&lt;/span&gt;".&amp;nbsp; So, I pouted a minute, then I put on my big girl panties and decided to just enjoy the day with Bill.&lt;br /&gt;And a good day it was, despite the anger of the fishing gods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-8711454572501731509?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8711454572501731509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/fishing-i-think-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8711454572501731509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8711454572501731509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/fishing-i-think-not.html' title='Fishing . . . I think not'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3838095405191211505</id><published>2010-06-21T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:33:13.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>My other Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TCAgxgBsTDI/AAAAAAAACV8/XwOP51tmkVQ/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TCAgxgBsTDI/AAAAAAAACV8/XwOP51tmkVQ/s320/049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Father's Day came and went, and I forgot to talk about my "other" dad.&amp;nbsp; Bill and I started dating when I was 15.&amp;nbsp; We took a break for a while, but have been together for&amp;nbsp;almost 15 years straight.&amp;nbsp; Over the years, I have built a relationship with my father in law.&amp;nbsp; He is the most laid back, easy going man I have ever met.&amp;nbsp; He is full of fun all the time and always really busy.&amp;nbsp; He is a beach lovin', golf playing, dad who is a sucker for his girls.&amp;nbsp; I have always loved him, but a few years ago, I realized just how much he loves me.&amp;nbsp; Bill and I went through a "valley".&amp;nbsp; A BIG VALLEY.&amp;nbsp; We were both at rock bottom and in&amp;nbsp;a rough place.&amp;nbsp; My sweet father in law just happened to get called into the thick of it all.&amp;nbsp; He held my hand, cried with us, prayed for us, and was just there.&amp;nbsp; I won't share all of the details, but I can tell you that his encouragement, patience, love and help made an impact in my life that I will never, ever forget.&amp;nbsp; His love changed my future.&amp;nbsp; Bill is just like his Daddy in a lot of ways.&amp;nbsp; They are good men.&amp;nbsp; The best men.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful that Will has such a great example from his Daddy and his Grandaddy.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful to have "the other Bill" in my life.&amp;nbsp; So, before Father's Day week is gone, I want to say thank you "big Bill".&amp;nbsp; I don't tell you enough, but you are a blessing and I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3838095405191211505?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3838095405191211505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-other-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3838095405191211505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3838095405191211505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-other-dad.html' title='My other Dad'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TCAgxgBsTDI/AAAAAAAACV8/XwOP51tmkVQ/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2427760046081731447</id><published>2010-06-21T00:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:19:06.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>This is the life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7yJp1QS0I/AAAAAAAACVk/cPG0U1uoINc/s1600/101_0777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7yJp1QS0I/AAAAAAAACVk/cPG0U1uoINc/s320/101_0777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming wore Will out and he fell asleep in the pool, so . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7yfkMmSeI/AAAAAAAACVs/im2BndprLQg/s1600/101_0778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7yfkMmSeI/AAAAAAAACVs/im2BndprLQg/s320/101_0778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we got him out and let him rest :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/9220537177779902650-2427760046081731447?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2427760046081731447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2427760046081731447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2427760046081731447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-life.html' title='This is the life!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7yJp1QS0I/AAAAAAAACVk/cPG0U1uoINc/s72-c/101_0777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-225797894958071062</id><published>2010-06-20T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:20:52.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7wyyow9UI/AAAAAAAACVM/pQD5ISfQEj8/s1600/100_0720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7wyyow9UI/AAAAAAAACVM/pQD5ISfQEj8/s320/100_0720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to my sweet Daddy too.&amp;nbsp; You worked so hard to teach Amy and I hard work, dedication, dependability, love, and fun.&amp;nbsp; You sacrificed so much to make sure that we were taken care of, to make sure that we had what we needed and what we wanted.&amp;nbsp; You played in the floor with us when we were little, waited up when we were working late, just so we didn't have to come home to an empty room, and&amp;nbsp;held our hands through the hardest times of our lives. You still make us giggle at your grumpy moods and your silly jokes.&amp;nbsp; You were our "Father" not our&amp;nbsp;"Friend", and when we needed tough love, you dished it out.&amp;nbsp; THANK YOU DADDY.&amp;nbsp; For those things, the hard things, and for being our friend now.&amp;nbsp; We miss having you close, but we cherish every&amp;nbsp;second we&amp;nbsp;see you and we love your "country" stories.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy,&amp;nbsp;we couldn't have been blessed with a better Daddy or our babies with a bette&amp;nbsp;grandfather, and we couldn't love you more!&lt;br /&gt;Love, your babies (and the hubbies and the grandbabies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-225797894958071062?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/225797894958071062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/225797894958071062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/225797894958071062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7wyyow9UI/AAAAAAAACVM/pQD5ISfQEj8/s72-c/100_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5588685872241436455</id><published>2010-06-20T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:21:15.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7nzvCPI2I/AAAAAAAACN8/t7JP-NauuPo/s1600/Mel+and+Bill+Pregnant+Pics.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7nzvCPI2I/AAAAAAAACN8/t7JP-NauuPo/s400/Mel+and+Bill+Pregnant+Pics.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;From Father's Day 2009 to Father's Day 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Father's Day to the sweetest, most precious Daddy, husband, friend that we could ever ask for!&amp;nbsp; Will and I are so blessed to celebrate life with you every day.&amp;nbsp; I see the way you light up when you see Will and I enter the room.&amp;nbsp; I see your sweet smile and hear your beautiful voice singing to Will when you think no one is listening, and it thrills my soul.&amp;nbsp; You carry me, you make me better, and Will is going to be an amazing man because of the example you are setting for him.&amp;nbsp; You are our earthly example of the Father's love for His children, and we could not be more blessed.&amp;nbsp; Thank you, Bill, for sharing life with me.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for forging through 8 years of heartache, and loving me ragardless, and having hope that we would one day be parents.&amp;nbsp; You are our EVERYTHING and we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5588685872241436455?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5588685872241436455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5588685872241436455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5588685872241436455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TB7nzvCPI2I/AAAAAAAACN8/t7JP-NauuPo/s72-c/Mel+and+Bill+Pregnant+Pics.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5866830190635372607</id><published>2010-06-17T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:22:49.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><title type='text'>9-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right.&amp;nbsp; 9 PM to 6 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little guy turned 9 months old this week, and do you know what he did?&amp;nbsp; Do you? Can you guess?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HE SLEPT THROUGH THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so did I.&amp;nbsp; And so did Bill.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why am I tired today?&amp;nbsp; Too much sleep maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5866830190635372607?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5866830190635372607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/9-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5866830190635372607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5866830190635372607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/9-6.html' title='9-6'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-144291214819096146</id><published>2010-06-15T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:23:14.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TBg74N5nrvI/AAAAAAAACFQ/N3F0g-mFshs/s1600/1283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TBg74N5nrvI/AAAAAAAACFQ/N3F0g-mFshs/s320/1283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister. Friend. Supporter. Cohort in Crime. Mamie to my son.&amp;nbsp; Sharer of my childhood and dreams. Stand-in mom. Rock of our Family. Mine.&lt;br /&gt;I am the baby.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, there are no memories without her.&amp;nbsp; My whole life includes her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Dancing in our panties in the rain, sharing the Strawberry Shortcake room, giggling ourselves to sleep, holding hands on Christmas morning, playing on the whirly-bird, swimming, softball, cheering, school, band,&amp;nbsp;working together, playing hard, long nights planning concerts, midnight shopping the day after Thanksgiving, The Dove Awards.&amp;nbsp; Holding hands and welcoming our babies into this world. Crying, laughing, hurting, helping.&lt;br /&gt;She encompasses all of these things to me.&amp;nbsp; Every birthday, every death, every hardship, every celebration, every loss and every new life.&amp;nbsp; She has been right here.&lt;br /&gt;Having a sister is one of the greatest gifts anyone could have, but having a sister like Amy is the GREATEST.&amp;nbsp; It is a blessing to call her sister, it is an HONOR and PRIVILEGE to call her my friend.&lt;br /&gt;So, on this her very special birthday week, I celebrate my sister, my blessing, my friend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;God, please bless Amy with the same joy and happiness that she has and continues to bring into my life.&lt;br /&gt;Amy, I love you most! &lt;br /&gt;Sissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-144291214819096146?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/144291214819096146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/amy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/144291214819096146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/144291214819096146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/amy.html' title='Amy'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TBg74N5nrvI/AAAAAAAACFQ/N3F0g-mFshs/s72-c/1283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3603268310515544429</id><published>2010-06-14T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:27:49.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Domestic</title><content type='html'>Is that even how you spell the word?&amp;nbsp; I was not trained to be a domestic woman.&amp;nbsp; I was convinced that I would never have to do all of those things that Mom spent her life doing . . . like staying in the kitchen, mopping floors, and doing laundry every day.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&amp;nbsp; I have not found the domestic fairy to come and do these things when I wiggle my nose.&amp;nbsp; For 10 years of marriage, I have gotten by on Bill's cooking (which is awesome, but includes no veggie), eating cereal and Chef Boyardee when he isn't here and staying so busy that we didn't really have time to make a dirty house.&lt;br /&gt;Enter motherhood and age 31.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay home, which means we mess up the house and I need to clean it.&amp;nbsp; Will likes it here and I like being here with him and his Daddy.&amp;nbsp; I want to eat healthier, which means I need to learn how to cook things to go along with Bill's wonderful grilled steaks, chicken, etc.&amp;nbsp; I want Will to know what veggies are and that they come froms somewhere other than a can. &lt;br /&gt;So, I AM GOING TO BECOME DOMESTIC if it kills me.&amp;nbsp; I realize that I should have been doing these things for my sweet husband all of these years, so I am starting now.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I baked a cake and decorated it for my sister's birthday.&amp;nbsp; It isn't great or even good, but a start.&amp;nbsp;And you know what, (GASP) I think I am starting to enjoy being in the kitchen and working in my house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Who knew? Maybe I did get some of those things from Mom.&amp;nbsp; It just took a little while for them to surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3603268310515544429?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3603268310515544429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/domestic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3603268310515544429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3603268310515544429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/domestic.html' title='Domestic'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7246715290638277913</id><published>2010-06-13T22:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:23:37.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sweet Will's changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AgbL3XY15RCiW1Ij5lfwnw?feat=blogger" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TBWg07trahI/AAAAAAAAB7U/KGgJdEz7ynM/s512/IMG_4903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my sweet happy little guy. He was 7 months when these pics were taken thanks to our awesome photographer, Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sharit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;As you can see, he is getting SO BIG. He is now almost 9 months and is a blast all the time. We are crawling everywhere and FAST. Like REALLY FAST! He is pulling up on everything and has no fear. He did not get that from me! Mr. Will is also talking. That's right, I said my nine month old is talking! &lt;br /&gt;So far, he says Mama, Dada, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yaddy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pappa&lt;/span&gt; or Pop Pop, Wow, Oh, Hey, Bye-bye-bye, and Uh-oh. I think that is all so far, but it seems like we get a new word every day. I don't even know which one was his first word, because all of a sudden, he was just saying words. &lt;br /&gt;The little guy is busy all the time. He still hates to sleep and be alone, but loves to play with Lucy and anyone who will get in the floor with him. Will is animated (if you can't tell from the picture). He loves his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yaddy&lt;/span&gt; most, but wants Mama when he is upset or tired. He loves toys, but empty boxes more, and he can't wait to get up and chase Luke. He is trying so hard to walk. (I need new running shoes for that). &lt;br /&gt;Will is displaying more and more of his own personality and I LOVE that. He has been showing us that he wants his own way and that he has a little temper. Also, he is a lover and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snuggler&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;He loves music, outside and the water, definitely traits from his Mama. &lt;br /&gt;I love that I can see both of us in who he is and I have to say that this is my favorite stage so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7246715290638277913?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7246715290638277913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-wills-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7246715290638277913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7246715290638277913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet-wills-changes.html' title='Sweet Will&apos;s changes'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/TBWg07trahI/AAAAAAAAB7U/KGgJdEz7ynM/s72-c/IMG_4903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-8841566587145447307</id><published>2010-06-13T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:22:24.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>My weekends have been invaluable lately.&amp;nbsp; They have been busy, but that is nothing new.&amp;nbsp; What is new is the amount of time that I am able to spend with my family.&amp;nbsp; I seem to have a house full of little ones or be in a house full of little ones most of the time.&amp;nbsp; I am constantly chasing babies, laughing my head off with my sister/cousin/friends.&amp;nbsp; Life has been very stressful, so these moments of "oasis" are soooo much of blessing to me.&amp;nbsp; OASIS!&amp;nbsp; That is right.&amp;nbsp; For many people, that means a quiet time, a time of rest and relaxation.&amp;nbsp; Well, chasing babies, laughing, running around with m childhood friends,&amp;nbsp;that is my oasis and I love it.&amp;nbsp; Strange . . . yess I know.&amp;nbsp; I've been that way all my life.&amp;nbsp; Its just the way God made me, but at 31, I have learned to embrace who I am and I love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-8841566587145447307?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8841566587145447307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8841566587145447307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8841566587145447307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-4946268375883973018</id><published>2010-06-10T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:21:55.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I don't normally like change and I try to avoid it at all cost.&amp;nbsp; If you know anything about me, you know that I live through my heart.&amp;nbsp; I am an emotional person.&amp;nbsp; I can't stand for those around me to hurt and I can't stand circumstances that I can't help make better.&amp;nbsp; My life has been full of change lately.&amp;nbsp; One thing I know for sure is that my God doesn't change.&amp;nbsp; He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I like that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am holding on for the blessings that usually follow the tides of change.&amp;nbsp; I know they are coming!&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I do like watching Will change.&amp;nbsp; It is so fun!&amp;nbsp; More on those changes to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4946268375883973018?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4946268375883973018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4946268375883973018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4946268375883973018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3024796860615570688</id><published>2010-04-22T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:24:58.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Hiding, hurting, healing</title><content type='html'>This is what is on my mind . . . it is random, it&amp;nbsp;probably sounds&amp;nbsp;like my mind is all over the place and it is, but this is what is in my head and&amp;nbsp;its my blog, so out it comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something that you aren't proud of and hid it from others, especially the ones you love?&amp;nbsp; Me too.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, we do things that are wrong and ugly and things happen in our lives that we aren't proud of, and we hide those things.&amp;nbsp; I as hiding in the mud on the floor of a very deep valley for a while.&amp;nbsp; Then, God reached out.&amp;nbsp; (I wanted to say He "caim along", but that isnt true because He never left me.)&amp;nbsp; He picked me up,&amp;nbsp;dusted my back, cleaned by wounds, and helpeds me climb back on the mountain.&amp;nbsp; And when I reached the mountain, I decided to NEVER look back or think of where I had been.&amp;nbsp;I knew I was forgiven and redeemed and restored.&amp;nbsp; I surely had no intention of telling anyone where I have been or what I have been through. Well, I have learned that sometimes, those very horrible life experiences that we go through are exactly what we need to share with others who are facing similar situations.&amp;nbsp; So, I have decided to share some things that I never thought possible with someone that I love dearly, in hopes that she will be encouraged.&amp;nbsp; She is hurting and I am hurting for her.&amp;nbsp; Please say a prayer for my special friend.&amp;nbsp; God knows the details and I will save a blog entry to post the praise report that is to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3024796860615570688?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3024796860615570688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiding-hurting-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3024796860615570688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3024796860615570688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiding-hurting-healing.html' title='Hiding, hurting, healing'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-479792854818584314</id><published>2010-04-22T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:55:45.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Not blogging . . .</title><content type='html'>No I haven't been blogging.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I have been in trouble for not blogging (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Uncle Pat :)&lt;/span&gt;), but good gracious, don't you guys know what I have to do every day?&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to a beautiful smiling baby boy.&amp;nbsp; I have to play with him until I am almost going to be late to work. Then, off to work it is.&amp;nbsp; Some days are easy and some are hard, but most are fun and I love my job, but I do still have to work and it is sometimes tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Then, off to exercise (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;GASP&lt;/span&gt;! Dont pass out just yet . . . this has only been going on for a few weeks).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then, home to play with my sweet baby boy and his awesome Daddy before bedtime, which is somewhere around 11 or 12.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Many days, I squeeze in visits with family and friends, little trips to the ball park (because I am getting ready to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), emails and phone calls to my sister and my Daddy and a lot of "I love you's".&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-479792854818584314?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/479792854818584314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/479792854818584314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/479792854818584314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-blogging.html' title='Not blogging . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1693324929929089916</id><published>2010-03-23T06:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:24:21.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><title type='text'>Will's 6 Month Check Up</title><content type='html'>I took Will to see Dr. G for his 6 month check up today and what I already knew was confirmed.&amp;nbsp; We have brochiolitis again.&amp;nbsp; No shots for my little man.&amp;nbsp; Instead, we are quaratined for at least 2 more day.&amp;nbsp; He is one sick little fellow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last night was very taxing and draining.&amp;nbsp; He can not sleep for more than about 30 minutes for coughing or getting uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; On top of that, he has two teeth that have broken the gums A(one on top, one on bottom) and at least two more getting close.&amp;nbsp; He is jsut pitiful and Mommy's heart&amp;nbsp;aches for him.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend and mom of three why she didn't tell me about the horrors of teething and she said you tell woman stuff like that.&amp;nbsp; They wouldn't have kids.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of sick, the little guy&amp;nbsp;is still growing by leaps and bounds.&amp;nbsp; He weighed in at just shy of 20lbs and was 28 inches tall.&amp;nbsp; That is the 90th percentile for both height and weight.&amp;nbsp; I knew I wouldn't have small kids, but I wasn't expecting to have to look up to them at the age of five.&amp;nbsp; At this rate, I better get stilts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1693324929929089916?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1693324929929089916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/03/wills-6-month-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1693324929929089916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1693324929929089916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/03/wills-6-month-check-up.html' title='Will&apos;s 6 Month Check Up'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1639906557210247077</id><published>2010-03-23T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:38:06.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>March 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday, March 2, 2010, Bill and I stood before a host of family and friends in our home church and dedicated William Raymond Blackburn, V to our God, the God of salvation and wonder who gave His only Son to die on the Cross for us!&amp;nbsp; I am struggling to find the words to express what this means to me.&amp;nbsp;God gave me the desires of my heart, though there is not one worthy bone in body.&amp;nbsp; We love this precious baby with every ounce of our being.&amp;nbsp; He has captured places of my heart that I did not know existed.&amp;nbsp; He has cultivated a new love from Bill that is beautiful to watch.&amp;nbsp; He has made us fall even more in love in a new exciting way.&amp;nbsp; His little life has already been used to restore friendships and heal old wounds that he may never even know about.&amp;nbsp; He is a living breathing example of a living breathing God.&amp;nbsp; With Will's life,&amp;nbsp;God gave&amp;nbsp;us a great gift and responsibility.&amp;nbsp; Bill and I made a covenant with God this Sunday that we will always point Will in the direction of salvation, that we will raise him in church, and that we will make our lives a living example of God's love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago on this same date, we sat in the very same special church at the very same time and worshipped our God for the gift of my Mom.&amp;nbsp; We praised God for her life and prayed for comfort for our loss and He provided.&amp;nbsp; It hurts not to have her on special days.&amp;nbsp; But, I believe that she was there with us this Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I believe that God allowed her to see Will dedicated into his hands.&amp;nbsp; I believe that she saw CJ, Luke and Will stand at the altar of that church where she found salvation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I believe that she sees Amy and I as Mommies and I believe that she&amp;nbsp;is proud of us.&amp;nbsp; I believe she taught us well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that God has his hands on our family and is ready to do a mighty work in ALL of US!&amp;nbsp; I am standing back and getting ready for what He has in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1639906557210247077?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1639906557210247077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-21st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1639906557210247077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1639906557210247077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-21st.html' title='March 21st'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3905598064639326763</id><published>2010-03-09T21:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:28:17.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S5cWMc0pRJI/AAAAAAAABU8/oy5wdni_DK8/s1600-h/100_0273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S5cWMc0pRJI/AAAAAAAABU8/oy5wdni_DK8/s320/100_0273.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet precious husband is 34 years old today. We started dating when he was 18. Where has the time gone? We have had some great moments, some hard moments and through it all, some blessed moments! I am so amazingly blessed to have Bill as a husband. Happy "very special birthday week" Bill! I realize I am more in love with you today than ever before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3905598064639326763?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3905598064639326763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3905598064639326763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3905598064639326763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-bill.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILL!!!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S5cWMc0pRJI/AAAAAAAABU8/oy5wdni_DK8/s72-c/100_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-8421325634969878165</id><published>2010-03-09T21:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:28:37.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Almost 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Big Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S5cTRJP14ZI/AAAAAAAABS8/uMXhdnOE5UY/s1600-h/2010-March.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S5cTRJP14ZI/AAAAAAAABS8/uMXhdnOE5UY/s400/2010-March.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a big boy! Will is almost 6 months old and boy is he growing and changing. He has mastered the art of eating baby food and loves it. He loves sweet potatoes, carrots, peas, green beans, and fruit. He HATES squash ! I didn't know babies could hate food, but trust me, he does. The first time he ate squash, he got sick. Last night, we tried again and he actually screamed and had a fit every time I put it in his mouth. The boy is opinionated, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;He is sitting up by himself now and loves to play in the floor. I am afraid I will have a mobile kid soon . . . that terrifies me. I like knowing where he is all the time. My new favorite sound is his laugh. He gets so tickled at things and I get tickled at him. He still loves "swimming" in the tub and playing with his toes. And he LOVES his Daddy. You should see his little eyes light up when he sees Bill walk in the room. &lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how incredibly precious his toes are? What about his tee-niny hiney? What about his little ears? He is perfect and I fall in love all over again with him every day.&lt;br /&gt;We are absolutely fearfully and wonderfully made, and I am pretty sure Will is perfectly made as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-8421325634969878165?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8421325634969878165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-6-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8421325634969878165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8421325634969878165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-6-months.html' title='Almost 6 months'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S5cTRJP14ZI/AAAAAAAABS8/uMXhdnOE5UY/s72-c/2010-March.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1244563330608641617</id><published>2010-02-14T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:27:04.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Busy . . . .Blessed</title><content type='html'>I've been too busy living to stop and blog about life, but tonight I thought I would take a moment to catch up.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to say that I am a blessed woman.&amp;nbsp; I am a blood bought sinner saved by grace through faith in Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; I am wife to the most patient, kind, fun-loving&amp;nbsp;man I have ever met and he loves me in a way I can't even understand; I am mommy to the happiest, sweetest most precious baby boy ever; and I am loved and cared for by an amazing group of family and friends.&amp;nbsp;(I even have an amazing dog).&amp;nbsp; I have a great, fun job; an terrific boss; a cute little house with a lot of history and loved poured into it;&amp;nbsp;a car that runs; food in the pantry; and a little money in the bank.&amp;nbsp; We don't have the most or best of everything, but I honestly can't think of anything I want or need.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like&amp;nbsp;I said, I am a blessed woman and today, on Valentine's Day, I am&amp;nbsp;in love with the life God has provided for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1244563330608641617?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1244563330608641617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1244563330608641617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1244563330608641617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy-blessed.html' title='Busy . . . .Blessed'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3529275110759208631</id><published>2010-01-25T23:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:26:02.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my new favorites!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S156mU3bhbI/AAAAAAAABL8/egzOn_kir2w/s1600-h/Will+3+and+4+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S156mU3bhbI/AAAAAAAABL8/egzOn_kir2w/s400/Will+3+and+4+months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3529275110759208631?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3529275110759208631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-of-my-new-favorites.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3529275110759208631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3529275110759208631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-of-my-new-favorites.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S156mU3bhbI/AAAAAAAABL8/egzOn_kir2w/s72-c/Will+3+and+4+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7973096128352888699</id><published>2010-01-25T23:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:25:38.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Will and his Teddy Bear!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S154DpqusOI/AAAAAAAABL0/C_YAymo8q20/s1600-h/Will+7-9+weeks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S154DpqusOI/AAAAAAAABL0/C_YAymo8q20/s400/Will+7-9+weeks2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7973096128352888699?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7973096128352888699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-and-his-teddy-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7973096128352888699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7973096128352888699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-and-his-teddy-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/S154DpqusOI/AAAAAAAABL0/C_YAymo8q20/s72-c/Will+7-9+weeks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5172780522961503194</id><published>2010-01-24T19:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:47:22.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>Will is changing and learning new things every day.&amp;nbsp; New on our list for the last week is rolling our lips to make a "pssttthhhh" noise, playing with our toes (or his toes) and laughing, really laughing,&amp;nbsp;out loud.&amp;nbsp; He is also slobbering like crazy which makes me think we have teethies on the way.&amp;nbsp; Oh how they grow so fast.&amp;nbsp; I was looking at Luke this weekend and thinking I was just watching him play with his toes, and now he is telling me about colors and toys and saying "love you too".&amp;nbsp; Each stage is awesome and I find myseld falling more in love with this little guy everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5172780522961503194?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5172780522961503194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5172780522961503194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5172780522961503194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1006518266703477158</id><published>2010-01-24T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:38:09.546-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Joy . . .</title><content type='html'>Day 14:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy came when I had lunch with my sweet boss, Missy who is one of the most encouraging people I know.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy comes from my family and on this day from spending time with Memaw and Papa and Grandma Deb and Will.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy came when god sent healing from my migraine headache.&amp;nbsp; I have been suffering with them for three weeks off and on and was so thankful when it stopped hurting Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Girl's day with my awesome sister, Aunt Lynda, Christi, Inga, Jen, Grace, Shelby, and Luke and Will.&amp;nbsp; Yes, they fit in and what a wonderful day full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Day&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;18:&amp;nbsp; Joy came from playing with Bill and Gracie and Will and screaming like little kids :)&amp;nbsp; Also, visiting with Angela, Amanda and the kids was wonderful as well.&amp;nbsp; We are so blessed with out awesome family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1006518266703477158?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1006518266703477158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1006518266703477158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1006518266703477158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy.html' title='Joy . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5269306230617739673</id><published>2010-01-19T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:05:21.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>Day 13:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My joy was found in holding my brand new baby cousin this morning.&amp;nbsp; Cameron Jason Hubka was born on Saturday morning.&amp;nbsp; He is&amp;nbsp;just perfect and of course, beautiful, because our family doesn't make ugly babies.&amp;nbsp; Mommy and baby are both doing well and Daniel and Nathan are so excited about thier new addition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't wait for Luke, Nathan, Will and Cameron to play together (with C.J. and Gracie and Shelby)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5269306230617739673?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5269306230617739673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5269306230617739673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5269306230617739673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1253471385891886468</id><published>2010-01-18T21:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:56:59.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><title type='text'>Will is Four Months Old</title><content type='html'>HOLY COW BATMAN!&amp;nbsp; Where did the time go?&amp;nbsp; How could he be four months old?&amp;nbsp; I just held him, just kissed his nose and toes, just held his little hand&amp;nbsp;for the first time - yesterday it seems.&amp;nbsp; But then, somehow, life without him seems so distant.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being a Mommy is all encompassing.&amp;nbsp; I wake up and think about what he is doing, I go to bed longing to hold him five more minutes each day, I force myself to put him in his "big-boy" bed&amp;nbsp;instead of in my room next to me.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get home to him and his daddy in the evenings . . . to see them snuggling on the&amp;nbsp;couch or "talking" to each other.&amp;nbsp; He is&amp;nbsp;learning new things everyday.&amp;nbsp; He laughs, and smiles,&amp;nbsp;and plays with little toys, rolls over, and listens to music and is learning to grab hold of things. We tell him he is our&amp;nbsp;"big boy" and he laughs out loud.&amp;nbsp; He is so much fun.&amp;nbsp; I think I always knew I would like being a Mommy.&amp;nbsp; I always knew it would be a lot of hard work and I always knew it would be rewarding on so many levels, but I never knew it would be so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Dr.&amp;nbsp;Goldsmith&amp;nbsp;for our 4 month checkup this morning.&amp;nbsp; Will is 26 1/4 inches and 17 pounds.&amp;nbsp; He is in the 90th percentile on height and weight and is perfect!&amp;nbsp; Of course, check ups = shots, so he isn't feeling that well this evening, but I am sure he will be back to his smiley self tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1253471385891886468?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1253471385891886468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-is-four-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1253471385891886468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1253471385891886468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-is-four-months-old.html' title='Will is Four Months Old'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2871870940258757553</id><published>2010-01-18T21:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:41:48.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Joy Challenge</title><content type='html'>Day 10:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I found joy on Friday while being silly with sweet friends at lunch.&amp;nbsp; What a time of renewal to sit around and laugh and act like we're 15 again!&amp;nbsp; I learned a lot of useful information about chickens, and eggs and neing southern :)&amp;nbsp; This will require another post.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy came when I went on a date with my husband.&amp;nbsp; After 10 years of marriage, it is still wonderful to watch a movie and hold hands with Bill.&amp;nbsp; God truly blessed me with such an awesome partner to share in this journey.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a wonderful morning&amp;nbsp; . . . I love walking into to church with my family and I love having enough family there to almost fill an entire row.&amp;nbsp; Now, if I can just get my sister there with me, that would be double joy.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Waking up on a Monday morning and realizing I get to spend the day with&amp;nbsp;Will brought&amp;nbsp;great joy to me.&amp;nbsp; Anytime I get&amp;nbsp;extra time with Will and Bill is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-2871870940258757553?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2871870940258757553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2871870940258757553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2871870940258757553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-challenge.html' title='Joy Challenge'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3153324614311014244</id><published>2010-01-14T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:54:31.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Challenge'/><title type='text'>More Joy!</title><content type='html'>Day7:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy came when I ate lunch with a dear sweet friend and we talked and laughed.&amp;nbsp; I think this is the kind of friendship Jesus wants us to have with Him.&amp;nbsp; It is easy, not over-complicated, nothing required, just&amp;nbsp;the desire to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy was all over me all day!&amp;nbsp; I woke up happy (and early -GASP), enjoyed my morning with my sweet baby, and had a great day at work.&amp;nbsp; I think I realized I was covered in joy, when I took my lunch hour and spent time knitting (I know, right?).&amp;nbsp; What a relaxing few minutes in a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy came to me today when I spent a few minutes talking to Bill on the way to work. He is my best friend, my rock, my better&amp;nbsp;half and I LOVE that he&amp;nbsp;WANTS to tell me&amp;nbsp;"good morning" or "have a good day".&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3153324614311014244?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3153324614311014244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3153324614311014244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3153324614311014244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-joy.html' title='More Joy!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-8805836112127576170</id><published>2010-01-11T08:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:59:34.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Joy Comes in the Morning Days 4, 5, 6</title><content type='html'>Day 4:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy came when I got to spend a whole day with my family and my cousins on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; What an awesome day to sit around and talk and visit!&amp;nbsp; This is the kind of thing that I live for, the kind of day that makes my soul smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy came when I walked into church on Sunday morning with my wonderful hubby and my awesome baby and got to sit beside my sweet Grace and precious Shelby and Aunt Linda.&amp;nbsp; My cup runneth over! After church,&amp;nbsp;we went to eat lunch with Grandma Deb, then got to visit with Aunt Amy, then later with Grandaddy and Uncle Dan.&amp;nbsp; Then, Bill cooked us an awesome dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Joy came to me this morning with the beautiful sunshine.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;LOVE the sunshine and&amp;nbsp;it makes my heart happy to walk out into it on a Monday morning (or any morning).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-8805836112127576170?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8805836112127576170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-comes-in-morning-days-4-5-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8805836112127576170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8805836112127576170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-comes-in-morning-days-4-5-6.html' title='Joy Comes in the Morning Days 4, 5, 6'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-4271586478829107779</id><published>2010-01-08T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:56:34.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Joy Comes in the Morning - Day 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>Ok, I said I would find something every day that brings me joy . . . I didn't say I would actually make it to the computer to blog about it every day  (but I will try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:  The beauty of the snow brought me joy today.  God is an awesome artist! The snow brings such a sense of peace as it is falling and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Joy litterally comes in the morning when sweet Will is cooing and laughing when he wakes up.  I don't know about other people, but I can't imagine a better alarm clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4271586478829107779?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4271586478829107779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-comes-in-morning-day-2-and-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4271586478829107779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4271586478829107779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-comes-in-morning-day-2-and-3.html' title='Joy Comes in the Morning - Day 2 and 3'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1141188214357606847</id><published>2010-01-06T19:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:56:46.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy Challenge'/><title type='text'>Joy Comes in the Morning!</title><content type='html'>I have received an indirect challenge from my cousin's blog.  I will strive for the next 40 days to find one new/different thing every day that brings me joy. I focus too much on the negative things that happen around me and that is not the Spirit of Praise that a child of the King should have. For the next forty days, I will search for the joy in my day.  &lt;br /&gt;I am driven to this today after 4 days of sickness in our home.  Normally, I would complain about how horrible it was and how awful we all felt . . . but today is my first day to find joy. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of 40: I find joy in healing.  I often complain when myself or my family is feeling badly, but rarely offer Praise when we feel well. God heals us when Satan attacks us with sickness.  Today I find joy in the God of healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1141188214357606847?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1141188214357606847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-comes-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1141188214357606847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1141188214357606847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy-comes-in-morning.html' title='Joy Comes in the Morning!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-4537442985686383165</id><published>2010-01-03T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:58:26.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><title type='text'>Baby Will has been attacked . . .</title><content type='html'>by a horrible stomach bug. It is evil I tell you. Nobody should be subjected to the dreaded stomach virus, but espcecially not a baby! Sweet little guy, he just smiles and loves on us, but he does want his Mommy. I am finally convinced that he KNOWS I am his Mommy. . . and that he needs Mommy when he doesn't feel well. I hate that he is sick, but my heart melts that he &lt;strike&gt;wants&lt;/strike&gt; needs me. We are praying him through this and waiting on a better day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4537442985686383165?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4537442985686383165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-will-has-been-attacked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4537442985686383165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4537442985686383165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-will-has-been-attacked.html' title='Baby Will has been attacked . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-8286136410422877135</id><published>2010-01-03T20:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:57:58.729-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Its a New Year, Time for a New Me!</title><content type='html'>Ok, maybe not totally a new me, but maybe an improved me. These are my ten new goals for this year:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get healthy and stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep less. I can sleep when I am old, but I want to enjoy life now.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend more time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn to cook 12 things really well.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spend less money and save more.&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean (really clean) and unclutter one room a month.&lt;br /&gt;7. Play more, especially outside.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to church and read the Bible routinely.&lt;br /&gt;9. Play with and read to Will every day, and enjoy every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;10. Date my husband and maintain the awesome relationship God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like New Years. It gives us all a chance to start over and "do" life better. God has blessed us well beyond what we deserve and I fully intend to appreciate those blessings this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-8286136410422877135?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8286136410422877135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-new-year-time-for-new-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8286136410422877135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/8286136410422877135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-new-year-time-for-new-me.html' title='Its a New Year, Time for a New Me!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5294066460048905028</id><published>2009-12-31T11:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:58:14.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Last New Year's Eve, I had no idea what 2009 would hold. Bill and I actually spent last New Years with three precious children that we were hoping to adopt. TJ, Jada and Chloe came into our lives last year for a short period of time and will hold a place in our hearts forever. God allowed them to touch us in a way that would forever change who we are and although we don't get to have any contact with them, I know that Jesus is watching over them and taking care of them. I pray that they are surrounded by people who love them and love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;That was before we even knew about God's Will that would enter our lives. Our God is amazing and his timing is perfect in all things. I didn't have any idea what God had planned for Bill and I this year and I didn't understand when those sweet babies were returned to there family, but I was reminded that God "knows the plans he has for us". His Word does not say that we get to know the plans, therefore, we will trust Him. Bill and I have learned that lesson through trials and tears all year, but what a reward. Our God is faithful and His Will for our lives is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that God allowed TJ, Jada and Chloe to touch our hearts to prepare us for our future. Then, He gave us Will as an answer to our prayers and now in 2010, I can't wait to see how He directs our path. &lt;br /&gt;He KNOWS the plans He has for us and I can't wait to follow them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5294066460048905028?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5294066460048905028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5294066460048905028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5294066460048905028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-6682001222114091997</id><published>2009-12-31T11:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:57:01.703-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Our First Christmas</title><content type='html'>What an awesome month!  Our first Christmas as Mommy and Daddy has been amazing.  We, of course, were more busy than ever because everyone wanted to see baby Will.  &lt;br /&gt;Our first Christmas party was with the Parkin family.  I have awesome Aunts, Uncles and Cousins and though we only see each other once a year, I always look forward to it.  We laugh and tell tales and eat, eat, eat and it is so fun. Next, was party with the Blackburn's.  What can I say . . . that part of our family rocks too and of course, we visited, laughed and ate.  Next, party at Aunt Mimi's.  More fellowship with lots of family and more food and fun.  Then on to Aunt Linda's with Nanny's side of the family.  Again, such fun with the cousins, such great fellowship and food!  Finally, Christmas lunch with Aunt Amy's gang and Papa, after Christmas breakfast with Memaw, Pappa, Grandma and the cousins.  We have an amazing family (and LOTS of cousins) and are so blessed, and can you tell we like to eat!  True Southerners I tell you and I plan to raise Will to love family, fellowship, fun and food as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of our wonderful Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-6682001222114091997?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6682001222114091997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-first-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6682001222114091997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6682001222114091997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-first-christmas.html' title='Our First Christmas'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-6996212843188593630</id><published>2009-12-31T11:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:57:26.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SzzgmN06oZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZyQ5Sx_7NrY/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SzzgmN06oZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZyQ5Sx_7NrY/s400/christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9220537177779902650-6996212843188593630?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6996212843188593630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6996212843188593630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6996212843188593630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SzzgmN06oZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZyQ5Sx_7NrY/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-4141687000781324911</id><published>2009-12-16T13:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:58:40.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><title type='text'>THREE MONTHS!</title><content type='html'>Our sweet baby boy turned three months old yesterday. We celebrated by feeding him cereal for the first time. It took just a few minutes for him to figure out the spoon thing, then he LOVED it! He was so stinkin' cute! &lt;br /&gt;He is such a sweet, happy baby. My new favorite sound is him laughing out loud, which he does A LOT (except when we went for our 3 month pictures, but that is a different story). We have been crazy busy for the last few weeks, but Will is a joy to take anywhere and I must admit, I LOVE showing him off. &lt;br /&gt;On a different subject, one of my other baby boys just celebrated his (hold your breath) 14th birthday. CJ has been such an amazing nephew and it has been an honor and joy to watch him grow into such an awesome young man. Although, he is a head taller than me now, he is still my sweet "buddy" and I'm sure he is still his "Nanny's sunshine".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4141687000781324911?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4141687000781324911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4141687000781324911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4141687000781324911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-months.html' title='THREE MONTHS!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-6367245106091351712</id><published>2009-11-29T12:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:59:21.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>It's that time . . .</title><content type='html'>Christmas time is here! I love Christmas! I love big colored lights, music that makes you smile, trees in the house, parades, reasons to get together! I love lots of baked treats and tinsel because they remind me of my Mom. I love family and friends that just stop by to see you. I love shopping in crowded malls. I love buying gifts for other people and that Bill does all the gift wrapping. I love 10,000 Hallmark ornaments that have to be unboxed (most of them are Star Wars and Star Trek because they are Bill's collection over 30 years). And this year, I love it all a little more because I get to share it with my son. So, to the attick I go. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-6367245106091351712?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6367245106091351712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-that-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6367245106091351712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6367245106091351712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s that time . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-4541743325808355651</id><published>2009-11-28T10:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:54:20.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa, Thanksgiving and the Iron Bowl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SxFVZAYcMxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rZ94HuR9-z0/s1600/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SxFVZAYcMxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rZ94HuR9-z0/s400/Santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409198515536278290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  How do you express the kind of thankfulness we feel?  Well, I hope it just oozes out of us, because I know Bill and I are overflowing with gratitude and humbleness!  We deserve nothing, but are so blessed!  Our sweet baby Will is all smiles . . . and we LOVE it.  I am sad that the newborn phase went by so fast, but could never get tired of seeing him grow and change.  The smiles, the laughs, the noises, and even the pouty faces are awesome.  He has discovered his toys, loves kicking his feet, finally likes getting in his swing, enjoys "talking" with everyone and LOVES bath time.  He makes the funniest noises and I could listen and stare at him for days.  (Can you tell I like him a little?)  &lt;br /&gt;I am keeping him on his toes with his social game too. Wednesday, I took him to work with me, which was great until he spit up all over both of us for the second time. Then, home to change clothes, and off to the mall with Dad and Grandma to see Santa Claus.  It was very fun, but the experience went by too quick for me.  I guess I invisioned Santa loving and doting on him like I do.  Doesn't Santa know he is the cutest, sweetest baby ever???&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, of course, was Will's first Thanksgiving.  Daddy had to work, but Will and Mommy watched the parade, cooked, then headed out to Amy's for dinner with the boys and my Dad.  (Yes, we were late).  We had awesome food, then off to Memaw and Pappa's for spoiling from the cousins, Grandma and the great grands.  Will spent the night with Grandma Thursday night, and no, Mommy didn't sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;That's ok, because CJ and I headed out shopping at 3:30.  Gotta get those deals . . . I'm on a baby budget now. CJ is a great shopping buddy.  We were home in time to cook chili and watch the Iron Bowl with friends.  Woo-Hoo!  What a game!  We had a great time.  I swear Will watched the TV in between cat naps.  He was not bothered by the screaming and even smiled when Auburn scored.  I am raising a Tiger for sure.  &lt;br /&gt;That gets us to today.  What is on the schedule?  A whole lot to do.  What is getting done?  I am still in my pj's blogging and staring at a beautiful baby that woke me up by laughing this morning (insert huge Mommy smiles here)!&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend and a great life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4541743325808355651?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4541743325808355651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-thanksgiving-and-iron-bowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4541743325808355651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4541743325808355651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-thanksgiving-and-iron-bowl.html' title='Santa, Thanksgiving and the Iron Bowl!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SxFVZAYcMxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rZ94HuR9-z0/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1565711362919206463</id><published>2009-11-23T17:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:33:48.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Drama</title><content type='html'>Since I had the Will, I have had some bad pain in my upper tummy. Well, after 4 different meds and 9 weeks, I went to the Dr. and he scheduled some tests. Can I just tell you that modern healthcare really needs to step it up in the flavor department of the crap they make you swallow. Good Lord! What sadist decided it is ok to make people drink this crap? That was the thought Friday when I left the CT scan experience. Then today, endocsopy. Well I had this done several years ago at another hospital and it wasn't a big deal. Apparently that is where I should have went today. Instead I went in, waited on registration only to realize the computers were down. Then I was hoarded into a ward, given an iv that split open when inserted, given another iv, made to swallow lidocaine, given a shot of demoral(sp) and was still AWAKE when they shoved a camera down my throat. Like I said, you bunch of sadist. Then, in recovery, I was back in the "ward" next to an old man who kept exposing himself (close the curtains, people) and they were "out of blankets". Then the bad news, we don't know why your hurting. We are waiting on the biopsy to come back. BOO! I am hurting, I need an answer so I can be a happy mommy that loves my life. If you see fit, say a little extra prayer that maybe the pain will just go away or that the CT will show an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1565711362919206463?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1565711362919206463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/mamma-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1565711362919206463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1565711362919206463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/mamma-drama.html' title='Mamma Drama'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-6509380433624660207</id><published>2009-11-16T22:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:42:37.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>Ok, so there is little traditional about my Mom's side of the family but every year in November we have a family reunion, and I LOVE IT!  This year was a little different.  Um . . . I think I packed everything but the kitchen sink to go out of town for 2 nights.  I had 14 little bags where I kept finding things we might need for Will (we didn't need any of it).  I filled up the car and a duffel bag the size of a body bag.  I took 50 diapers (apparently we don't go through 50 diapers in 2 days).  Despite my stress about having everything, once we got there, we had a blast.  I spent the entire weekend asking where my son was.  Everytime I turned my head, someone else was holding sweet Will.  Of course, he didn't mind at all.  I got to visit with lots of Aunts and Uncles and cousins.  I got to play games with CJ and Gracie and chase Luke and Shelby!  And, I got to eat . . . good grief, we ate, and ate, and ate.  I hope Will grows up knowing the importance of family and loving them as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-6509380433624660207?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6509380433624660207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-tradition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6509380433624660207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6509380433624660207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-tradition.html' title='Family Tradition'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-1423966807983389722</id><published>2009-11-16T22:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:56:10.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two months: 12 lbs 14oz, 23 1/2 inches and PERFECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SwIsa7qYvaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/IY8xNWZIgxo/s1600/100_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SwIsa7qYvaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/IY8xNWZIgxo/s200/100_2426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404931344001711522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SwIsTmCtImI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Lz8HJUqe3r4/s1600/100_2422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SwIsTmCtImI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Lz8HJUqe3r4/s200/100_2422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404931217939047010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our little miracle is two months old.  How did we celebrate . . . shots!  (Gee, thanks Mommy.  That is always what I wanted on my birthday.) He did great.  My sweet happy baby laughed and played and smiled at Mommy and Daddy in the Dr.'s office and only cried about 30 seconds after getting 4 shots.  He is a trooper.  He weighed in at a whopping 12lbs 14 oz and is now 23 1/2 inches long.  We got a clean bill of health and dont go back for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Mommy goes back to work tomorrow (probably after I have a nervous breakdown in the morning).  Don't worry about Will though. He will be staying with Daddy in the mornings and Memaw and Papa in the afternoons this week.  Also, Ms. Dawn, a friend of ours, is going to keep him.  I can not tell you how happy I am that he will not have to go to daycare right now.  God just paved the way for all of this to fall into place and I could not be happier.  Although it is hard to leave the new love of my life, I am glad to be returning to work with great friends and a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-1423966807983389722?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1423966807983389722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-months-12-lbs-14oz-23-12-inches-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1423966807983389722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/1423966807983389722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-months-12-lbs-14oz-23-12-inches-and.html' title='Two months: 12 lbs 14oz, 23 1/2 inches and PERFECT'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SwIsa7qYvaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/IY8xNWZIgxo/s72-c/100_2426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7427853753968146600</id><published>2009-10-30T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:53:15.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SuvCukNzP0I/AAAAAAAAANA/5RTegwfjJ_U/s1600-h/Will+Oct+2009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SuvCukNzP0I/AAAAAAAAANA/5RTegwfjJ_U/s320/Will+Oct+2009.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7427853753968146600?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7427853753968146600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7427853753968146600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7427853753968146600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SuvCukNzP0I/AAAAAAAAANA/5RTegwfjJ_U/s72-c/Will+Oct+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5162454701533210299</id><published>2009-10-30T23:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:56:10.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy of 1 . . .</title><content type='html'>So, the last two weeks have been super busy and super fast. Here is what all we have done:&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for the first time with Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Met Joy and Will's future bride, Miss Payton :)&lt;br /&gt;Church for the first time (well, for Will)&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin patch and petting zoo with great friends&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Stix (I think Will is going to love sushi)&lt;br /&gt;Great Pappa's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;Church with Great Pappa &lt;br /&gt;Visit and Dinner with Papa&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Aunt Amy's with the cousins&lt;br /&gt;Work with Mommy two days in a row&lt;br /&gt;Halloween party at Mommy's work&lt;br /&gt;AND tomorrow is Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my six week old little man has now officially been introduced into the social scene. If you know his Mommy, then you know that this IS my life. I love to be on the go. BUT, with all of this going on, I have had a little cause to reflect on God's wisdom. When we got pregnant with Will, there was a possibility for up to have six babies. PRAISE GOD for His wisdom . . . Mommy of 1 is fine with me. Well, at least 1 at a time and at least for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone might want to remind me of that in a couple of months . . . as I don't think the baby bug will take to long to bite again. There again, God's wisdom is amazing. If I had had my first baby when I wanted to at the age of 23, I would probably have five or six by now . . . I love this motherhood thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5162454701533210299?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5162454701533210299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-of-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5162454701533210299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5162454701533210299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/mommy-of-1.html' title='Mommy of 1 . . .'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-6013843666192632160</id><published>2009-10-19T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:59:43.998-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Will and Ryleigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/St03XcvawHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XEseKfBLpQI/s1600-h/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/St03XcvawHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XEseKfBLpQI/s320/Pictures.jpg" style="clear: both; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9220537177779902650-6013843666192632160?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6013843666192632160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-and-ryleigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6013843666192632160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/6013843666192632160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-and-ryleigh.html' title='Will and Ryleigh'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/St03XcvawHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XEseKfBLpQI/s72-c/Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-5162725826003772581</id><published>2009-10-19T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:53:14.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was wonderful.  Bill cooked dinner for me on Friday night to celebrate our 10th anniversary.  Every year, he cooks spaghetti for me.  It doesn't sound fancy, because its not and neither am I, but it is our tradition and I LOVE it.  &lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, we had Grandma, Aunt Lindsey, Aunt Jessica and Ryleigh come visit, then off for shopping.  We had a great time and I realized why people who have kids have no money!  We did make some great finds though.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we took Will to church for the first time.  We went to our old "home" church for the first time in years.  Its funny how some places feel like home no matter how long your gone.  I know Will liked it, because everyone just loved and doted on him.  Of course, most of those people prayed for us to have a baby for many years, so seeing him is seeing your prayers answered.  &lt;br /&gt;Our friend Joy is here from Kentucky with her three kids (Andrew, Eli and Payton).  Payton is two months older than Will, and we have decided to arrange their future marriage, so we introduced them as a courtesy.  I think they love each other already!  We went to lunch together and had a great time.  &lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we visited Memaw and Papa, then Amy, Corey, CJ and Luke.  Memaw and Papa just love this baby and I love to watch them love on him.  It thrills my soul.  Of course, Amy does too.  Luke is hilarious with him.  Will was making noise and Luke was cracking up, like he couldn't believe that Will could make sounds.  I think they will be great buddies in just a few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-5162725826003772581?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5162725826003772581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5162725826003772581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/5162725826003772581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-3289980825010050578</id><published>2009-10-16T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:53:32.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/Stkjh4UBNyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CJGKZKM-aCY/s1600-h/family+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/Stkjh4UBNyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CJGKZKM-aCY/s400/family+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393381093711886114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-3289980825010050578?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3289980825010050578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3289980825010050578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/3289980825010050578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/Stkjh4UBNyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CJGKZKM-aCY/s72-c/family+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7381141433184935456</id><published>2009-10-16T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:51:39.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday 1 Month, Today 10 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CELEBRATE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our little man was one month old! We celebrated with a big day.  First we went to the Dr. for a check up.  We have a healthy baby boy.  Will is now 21 1/2 inches long and weighs a whopping 9 lbs and 12 ounces!  Surgery didn't slow him down a bit.  He eats 4 ounces every 3 hours and would snack in between if Mommy would let him.  After the Dr., we went to visit all of the doting girls at Mommy's office and we LOVED it!  Then Will and I went shopping at the baby store and he got new pappies for being so good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Bill and I are celebrating our 10 year anniversary.  Ten years sounds like a long time, but somehow, it has flown by.  I feel like I missed some of them and yet, I can't really remember life before Bill.  We grew up together.  We've been through a lot together . . .  some awesome wonderful times and some really hard things, but through it all, our marriage gets stronger every day.  I am truly blessed to be married to my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is fitting that the end of our first 10 years is marked by the beginning of our adventure in parenthood!  I am so excited to take off on this adventure with Bill and Will and am sure that we will have a lot of exciting moments ahead.  Through it all, I pray that God remains the head of our family and that we continue to love each other more every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7381141433184935456?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7381141433184935456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-1-month-today-10-years.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7381141433184935456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7381141433184935456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-1-month-today-10-years.html' title='Yesterday 1 Month, Today 10 Years'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-4053838813074046975</id><published>2009-10-11T21:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:42:20.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Weeks and a little Baby Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/StUsZ19dMUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9s66a2GcsbI/s1600-h/will+hosp+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/StUsZ19dMUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9s66a2GcsbI/s320/will+hosp+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392264951339233602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/StUsZnkiUmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-SZVIq4_Q4M/s1600-h/will+hosp+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/StUsZnkiUmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-SZVIq4_Q4M/s320/will+hosp+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392264947476615778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a world wind. Our sweet baby started throwing up sporadically last Sunday. We saw the Dr. on Monday and otherwise, he was doing really well. He weighed 9 lbs and 5 oz and appeared completely healthy. We assumed we were dealing with a little reflux after eating, so we made some minor diet changes. Well throughout the week, the symptoms got worse and our sweet baby began getting sick more frequently. I was in constant contact with the Dr.'s office and we were trying different things to see if he got better. By Thursday afternoon, baby Will could not keep anything down. We spoke with his pediatrician and were directed to the Emergency Room at Children's. We were admitted Thursday night after an ultrasound and diagnosis of pyloric stenosis. This is apparently a fairly common thing presenting in first born males at approximately 3 weeks of age. Will was a classic text book case and was prepared for surgery. On Friday, October 9, 2009, I experienced one of the worst feelings I've ever had. I handed my baby over to strangers to take him to surgery. The only thing that allowed me to do that was I knew that Will was in Jesus' hands, not theirs. Jesus had already prepared every Doctor and Nurse that would touch our precious baby and Will was already healed (for by HIS stripes, we are healed). &lt;br /&gt;Through this all, we have been reminded once again that God is in control. He knew what we would be facing and had already paved the path for Will's surgery and healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back over this last week, I think about my Mom. I know she was there with us through the whole thing. I know that I draw from the strength she gained when she was a new mom. I think about my parents having to let them take me to surgery as a baby and know that they felt the same emotions, the same heartbreak and the same love for me that I feel for Will, in the same place. And I know that God was there with them then just was He was with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Will is 4 weeks old. Four weeks is such a short time to fall completely and totally in love with someone and yet, we are there! Looking at our precious baby softens the hard parts of my heart. He is a reminder that our God is a kind, faithful, loving God that answers prayers and is still in the miracle business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-4053838813074046975?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4053838813074046975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-weeks-and-little-baby-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4053838813074046975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/4053838813074046975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-weeks-and-little-baby-drama.html' title='Four Weeks and a little Baby Drama'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/StUsZ19dMUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9s66a2GcsbI/s72-c/will+hosp+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-997494711963960062</id><published>2009-10-04T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:03:30.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First time in my swing, my boppy and my bath tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SslFUVgJp1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/MPSvZh4I60E/s1600-h/10-4-2009+002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SslFUVgJp1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/MPSvZh4I60E/s320/10-4-2009+002.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; 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Time is flying by.  Our little man is 2 1/2 weeks old and it seems like just yesterday I was looking at him for the first time.  He is growing and changing every day.  Bill went back to work this past Monday and when he came home Tuesday morning, he said Will "looked different".  It is so true!  We are tryng to cherish every single moment.  I look around the house and know there are things to do, but all I want to do is look at him and take in every expression.  Even when it is time to sleep, I have a hard time because I don't want to miss one second of him.  What a gift! What a blessing! What a responsibility! &lt;br /&gt;Being Mommy and Daddy to this precious baby is the most amazing wonderful thing that could every happen to us.  Thank you God for this sweet baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7310239866957547764?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7310239866957547764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-and-12-weeks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7310239866957547764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7310239866957547764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-and-12-weeks.html' title='Two and 1/2 Weeks'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-7175693236527516806</id><published>2009-10-03T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:46:32.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SseN9kqaE7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fCfN1nXaeZ8/s1600-h/baby+Will+096.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SseN9kqaE7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fCfN1nXaeZ8/s320/baby+Will+096.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-7175693236527516806?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7175693236527516806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7175693236527516806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/7175693236527516806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SseN9kqaE7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fCfN1nXaeZ8/s72-c/baby+Will+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-499270863680124581</id><published>2009-09-25T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:51:37.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we had our newborn pictures made.  I can't wait to be able to share them.  I know they are beautiful because, well, Will is!  He did so good and slept most of the time.  Last night we had a little scare.  He had some swelling on his "privates" and has had blisters caused by diaper rash on his hiney.  I called the nurse and they wanted to see him FIRST THING this morning and wanted us to watch for any fever through the night.  Being new parents, we were scared by the urgency and stayed up most of the night with him.  We never put him down and checked his temperature all night long.  It was fine.  We went to the Dr. this morning and it is just swelling due to his little "procedure" last week.  It is fine.  We got new meds for his hiney and should be fine.  The Dr. was worried about the blisters, but said they are just from the acid in his system.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all that to say we have a healthy baby boy.  He now weighs 8 lbs 1 oz!  We are smitten with him and can not get enough of him.  &lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I sat here and watched as Bill talked to Will and loved on his, playing peek-a-boo.  I must say that I am thoroughly in love with two people now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-499270863680124581?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/499270863680124581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/499270863680124581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/499270863680124581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-291993532215787889</id><published>2009-09-22T12:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:10:56.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One week old</title><content type='html'>Baby Will is one week old today!  What a week it has been.  We came home from the hospital on Thursday.  Grandaddy came to help us bring home all of our goodies (you would have thought we were there a month!).  Grandma Deb and Memaw and Papa came over when we got here and loved on our baby.  They brought us ham, mac and cheese, deviled eggs, and green bean casserole.  Definitely better than hospital food.  Mrs. Penny came to visit later in the evening. We had a great night.  Baby Will slept right beside his Mommy and Daddy and it was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;Grandaddy and Granny Michelle brought Lucy home on Friday night.  She was really excited to be home and very interested in Will. She is doing great with him and lets us know if he is unhappy.  She doesn't like it when he cries and she gets up everytime he does.  I think she is exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week, we have had lots of visitors and calls from people who love and care for us.  Pappa (my Dad) came over and finally got to spend some time with the little man.  I think he might love him already.  Memaw and Papa brought us another wonderful meal on Friday.  Amy, CJ and Luke came over Friday night and it was great to have all the boys together.  We enjoyed it very much.  On Saturday night, after a long day of loving on Will and visiting, Grandma Deb stayed through the Auburn game and kept an eye on Will while Mommy and Daddy napped.  Usually, I am screaming at the television during an Auburn game, but I don't even think I knew who was winning most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Missy, Marc, Claudia and Kayleigh brought us an awesome dinner on Sunday night.  We have enjoyed visiting with all of our friends and family and have certainly enjoyed every second of having our baby boy home.  What a dream come true!  &lt;br /&gt;We went to the Dr. on Friday and Sunday mornings to have Will's jaundice levels checked.  He is doing great now and we don't have to go back until he is 2 weeks old.  &lt;br /&gt;Today, we give thanks and praise to the God of wonder and majesty!  Today, I reflect on my baby boy coming into this world and I know that we saw the mighty hand of God at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-291993532215787889?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/291993532215787889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-week-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/291993532215787889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/291993532215787889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-week-old.html' title='One week old'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-9005416033989646229</id><published>2009-09-22T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:35:29.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the Best Day Ever</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was the best day of my life!  After going to the Dr. Monday morning and learning that my fluid levels were dropping, we had several tests on Mr. Will and learned that we would welcome him into the world on Tuesday.  We checked out of the hospital Monday afternoon and went home to gather our bags.  I visited my Dad in the hospital to share the news.  We got Lucy and headed out around 4:00 PM.  We visited with Memaw and Pappa and ate a little dinner.  We then went to Amy and Corey's for a few minutes and headed to Grandma Chelle's. We dropped Lucy off anf headed to the hospital  We checked into the hospital at 8:00 PM on September 14, 2009.  At  11:00 PM the nurses gave me medication to get my body ready for labor.  At 1:00 AM on September 15, 2009, we received the second dose of that medication.  At 3:00 AM, I woke up and thought my back was hurting.  I was having contractions every 2 mintues.  They checked me and there had been no change.  We sat around and tried to rest.  At 5:00 AM, my water broke on its own and I was 1-2 CM. Now I knew I was in labor.  No questions.  At 6:15, we were at 3 CM and waiting on the epidural.  Full Labor = WOW.  I got my epidural around 7:00 AM and the rest of the morning was a breeze.  At 8:15, we were at 6 CM and moving right along.  By 10:15, we were at 9 CM.  They checked me again at 11:00 AM and started the laboring down process.  We had lots of visitors and guests during this time frame and other than being tired, we were SO EXCITED.  I started pushing at 11:55 and Baby Will was born at 12:27 AM.  If pregnancy were as easy as labor and delivery and God had seen fit, I would have 10babies.  This was the most wonderful process and experience of our lives.  When Dr. Sharp held up the baby, I would not believe it!  We were finally Mommy and Daddy and he is perfect.  God is still in the miracle business.  After 8 1/2 years of people telling us "maybe its not meant to be", we are celebrating God's Will for our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-9005416033989646229?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9005416033989646229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/9005416033989646229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/9005416033989646229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-best-day-ever.html' title='Remembering the Best Day Ever'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2076018229864126332</id><published>2009-09-17T19:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:46:11.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;William "Will" Raymond Blackburn V&lt;br /&gt;Was born September 15, 2009 @ 12:27&lt;br /&gt;He weighed 7 lbs 13 oz and was 21 inches long&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is doing great and Baby Will is PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SrLX3pB6RLI/AAAAAAAAADo/q9-Uxm50BPU/s1600-h/picture+1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SrLX3pB6RLI/AAAAAAAAADo/q9-Uxm50BPU/s400/picture+1261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382601855567807666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SrLXSNDEP6I/AAAAAAAAADg/tJLyXyk2MHw/s1600-h/Will+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SrLXSNDEP6I/AAAAAAAAADg/tJLyXyk2MHw/s200/Will+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382601212401303458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9220537177779902650-2076018229864126332?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2076018229864126332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2076018229864126332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2076018229864126332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SrLX3pB6RLI/AAAAAAAAADo/q9-Uxm50BPU/s72-c/picture+1261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2162382040917161415</id><published>2009-09-14T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:44:17.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Will on the way</title><content type='html'>It is 11.30 on Mon night, and after a hectic day we(mel and I) are finally settled in at room 335 of the north tower @ ST. V's downtown. The good doctors have seen fit to inducing Mel @6.00 am. They tell us that Will will be here by midafternoon, so lots of prayers are needed fior mommy and baby, i will update periodically throught the day tom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-2162382040917161415?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2162382040917161415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-will-on-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2162382040917161415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2162382040917161415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-will-on-way.html' title='Baby Will on the way'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220537177779902650.post-2789661943760743129</id><published>2009-09-10T10:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:12:11.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post I - Baby Will and Mommy Update from August</title><content type='html'>So, it has been a while since I posted and thought today of all days might be appropriate just to update everyone on the everyday excitement that is my life.  (Unfortunately, this will take several posts to catch up on everything)&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was diagnosed with Cholestasis of Pregnancy which is basically a malfunction in my liver that causes me to itch uncontrollably and can cause problems for the baby late in pregnancy.  I have had good days and bad since this started.  Some days have been wonderful and blessed and a time of just looking forward to being a mommy.  Some days have tested my very ability to function and made me wonder if I am really cut out to do this.  On those days, I have to remember, that not I, but Jesus, can do anything through me.  Bill and I are trying hard to Trust in the Lord and lean not on our own understand, but sometimes, my "big head" gets right in the way of faith.  Those days, I have a rotten stinkin' attitude.  I hope my little one is not picking up on that. :)  I am off work until the baby gets here and praying daily that God will send him as soon as he is healthy enough to come.  We have been getting biophysical scans of Will since this started and he still looks completely healthy,  Praising God for good days and bad.  The bad days serve to remind me to call out to Him in our time of need because He is always there.  The good days remind me that He is there, He is in control and if He can will die on a cross to save my sould fromt he very depths of Hell, He will answer our prayers and protect our baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220537177779902650-2789661943760743129?l=blackburnblessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2789661943760743129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-i-baby-will-and-mommy-update-from.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2789661943760743129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220537177779902650/posts/default/2789661943760743129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackburnblessing.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-i-baby-will-and-mommy-update-from.html' title='Post I - Baby Will and Mommy Update from August'/><author><name>Melissa Blackburn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12755645568704357071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R3R3LjLioOk/SayEM0w5GaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/vRQ7iLaaFxE/S220/842.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
