<?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-1294766054814186788</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:40:38.887-07:00</updated><category term='None'/><title type='text'>Life Together</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7234107975723746579</id><published>2010-10-04T20:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:22:01.230-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;As a little girl, making friends always came rather easy for me. I naturally found a way to fit in with everyone, and though always seeming to be in that awkward stage, most kids seemed to enjoy my company. I would gravitate to those who always played hopscotch, calling them my besties, and then a few months later switch to those who spend most time on the monkey bars.&amp;nbsp; And so on and so forth.&amp;nbsp; All the while feeling connected and rooted in meaningful friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I have grown up, it amazes me how much more difficult it is to create those meaningful friendships even though there is so much more to share and relate.&amp;nbsp; Sure, there is time to build those friendships as school, social activities and sometimes part-time jobs are all centered around yourself and time to enjoy other people and those friendships.&amp;nbsp; Life is conveniently "all about you" and you are able to do as you please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;As a woman, friendships are particularly important for encouraging and building up as we surf, sometimes muddle, through this thing we call life.&amp;nbsp; And yet, this is the time we tend to forget about outside friendships, totally consumed with the title of employee/mom/wife, too exhausted to think of anything more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;For too long, I have operated in this mode.&amp;nbsp; Hanging on tightly to old friendships, and trying to create new friendships stuck between the superficial and deep friendship level with never enough time to get anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Recently, I had a chance to go to a conference with a bunch of ladies I respect and admire for many different reasons.&amp;nbsp; I am humbled to be included in their desire to put forth an effort in creating an accountability community full of encouragement and truth.&amp;nbsp; With time as our only challenge, eventually we hope to finally find those childhood frienships that once came so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am so thankful for all who choose to pour into my life and allow me to call them friend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7234107975723746579?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7234107975723746579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7234107975723746579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7234107975723746579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7234107975723746579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5245317858653325336</id><published>2010-08-28T18:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:24:49.462-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Over using "love?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/THmozp4rV-I/AAAAAAAAA5U/EewIRjUpUog/Over%20using%20%22love%3F%22_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/THmozp4rV-I/AAAAAAAAA5U/EewIRjUpUog/Over%20using%20%22love%3F%22_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer;" height="240px" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can hear it now: "I totally LOVE these earings!" escaping a cute, fourteen year old girls mouth.&amp;nbsp; Rolling my eyes slightly, with an adoring grin on my face, I would secretly wonder how she will react when "love" is truly the appropriate verb to use in a situation.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, we all know that this particular verb IS over used thus losing its luster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then again, have you ever been around a toddler (girl)? Toddlers are a unique blend of life where everything is new and amazing, and all emotions and belifs are genuine; running through the core, no questions asked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For example, my daughter truly believes she is a princess and that someday she WILL live in Jesus' castle. Because of this belief she knows and loves the idea that Jesus knows and loves her. And yet, in the same breathe she will explain to you, with the same sincerity, how much she loves Peanut Butter and Grape Jelly sandwiches. Looking at her face, you can not tell a difference in emotion between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Other things she loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;daddy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair clips&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheese rollups at Taco Bell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugging (aka choking) her sister&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to church&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her snuggly bed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"her" pool&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wal-mart and sam's club&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing "Jesus loves the little children"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coloring with her markers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Princess stickers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo-gret (aka yogurt)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My question is, so when does the innocence turn into an avenue for eye rolling? Maybe when the mood swings get more intense...I guess it is something to look forward to.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5245317858653325336?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5245317858653325336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5245317858653325336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5245317858653325336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5245317858653325336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/over-using.html' title='Over using &amp;quot;love?&amp;quot;'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/THmozp4rV-I/AAAAAAAAA5U/EewIRjUpUog/s72-c/Over%20using%20%22love%3F%22_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7561168005794116560</id><published>2010-08-18T09:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:18:40.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TGv4qdUMbCI/AAAAAAAAA5M/0r0mpNmBRpU/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506768377698085922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TGv4qdUMbCI/AAAAAAAAA5M/0r0mpNmBRpU/s400/IMG_1797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; We have been blessed, the last few years, with tickets to our local zoo, being the highlight of our summer for many reasons. Each trip has so many fun memories, but as Mia gets older it is fun to see her interact with the animals she sees, communicate where she wants to go next, and continue to talk about her trip for weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had been talking about going to the zoo for a week, each day bringing tears to her precious face with realization that today was not THE day. So, when Saturday morning rolled around, I was bursting at the seams to spill the beans, congratulating her on waiting so patiently for this day to finally arrive. I had to wait until breakfast was finished, or the poor girl wouldn't eat anything, and give myself a good time frame so she wouldn't feel like she was "getting ready" forever just to leave. Finally it came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you want to wear your Nike shoes or your Converse shoes today for the zoo?" I said, trying to hide a grin with a twinkle in my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head quickly turning in my direction, she cocked her head with a don't-mess-with-me look on her face, "the zoo. it's TODAY?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was beside herself. With just her sleep shirt and panties on, she went darting up the stairs to get her socks and "Uncle Nate" shoes. I busted her bubble slightly when I pointed out that she need shorts on and a new shirt, but we dodged that explosion with continual comments about all the amazing animals she was going to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506768358173085938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TGv4pUlEkPI/AAAAAAAAA40/CFYxATlG8G8/s400/IMG_1781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was amazing, full of "What's next, Mommy!" and "Hurry! Let's go see ___!" It was a true highlight with pictures and memories that will be treasured forever. She even rode a horse... ("The black one, mommy.  NOT the brown one.") continually pointing out to us that she was such a big girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506768365253095378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TGv4pu9E79I/AAAAAAAAA48/2qL6Ox6McVs/s400/IMG_1791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this day, I still have a little voice that says "Mommy. Let's talk zoo animals. Remember?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506768371624183554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TGv4qGsEBwI/AAAAAAAAA5E/n6pMhr2D9EA/s400/IMG_1794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7561168005794116560?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7561168005794116560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7561168005794116560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7561168005794116560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7561168005794116560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TGv4qdUMbCI/AAAAAAAAA5M/0r0mpNmBRpU/s72-c/IMG_1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4774008914271188673</id><published>2010-08-04T22:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:09:02.303-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>bandaids instead of kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I remember it like it was yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wait. It was just yesterday; yesterday was when the world was just as it should be in this mommy's eyes.&amp;nbsp; I'm talking about those beautiful days when my naive little girl believed that mommy was so perfectly magical that even her most tender kisses could heal the most horrific of ouchies.&amp;nbsp; "Mommy kiss it!" was music to my ears as I'd scoop her up into&amp;nbsp; my arms and smother her with the appropriate number of kisses...and then some! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then it happened. The scene played out as normal. A small tumble at stage left; mommy waiting at stage right,&amp;nbsp; on her knees arms opened in a "find refuge here" stance; a horrified "mommy kiss it" creeping through the sobs just as rehearsed numorous times before. But then, someone changed the ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"IT STILL HURTS!!!" came tumbling out of precious little lips, leading&amp;nbsp; way for sobs to turn into whaling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;As of that wasn't enough, her outburts was followed by "please get me a bandaid to fix it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, I'm no doctor but I thoroughly assessed the situation and found no blood, puncture wounds or excess skin that would naturally warrant the use of a bandaid.&amp;nbsp; Thus I came to two conclusions with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;One. My lips...nor anything else about me...do not hold special healing, or other amazing, powers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two. My daughter continues to learn reality more quickly that I have given her permission for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;S.a.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4774008914271188673?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4774008914271188673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4774008914271188673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4774008914271188673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4774008914271188673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/08/bandaids-instead-of-kisses.html' title='bandaids instead of kisses'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4926885412114080143</id><published>2010-07-29T08:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:30:19.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebates</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that many of you in the blogging world already participate in efforts such as couponing and online shopping. Have you heard that you can get paid to shop though?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebates is an online site that gives you coupons and deals for thousands of stores and then actually gives you cash back for using their site. Sounds too good to be true, right?! It's not. Get great deals on anything you need and then get paid to to do. Interested? &lt;a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=5pgNI4ea3c07qM1QnixANw%3D%3D"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4926885412114080143?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4926885412114080143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4926885412114080143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4926885412114080143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4926885412114080143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/ebates.html' title='Ebates'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2072594149350685394</id><published>2010-07-27T21:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:52:45.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Let me preface by saying that I love being a mom and would never change that fact no matter how much money you offered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;That being said, I said something naughty.&amp;nbsp; Quote: "I can't listen to the interns talk. They have too much fun while I go home, be a mom and go to bed abnormally early for a 26 year old only to start over again the next day." Bad Erin. Bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You see, we have these college interns who work with us through the summer and every night they are doing something fun, spilling their exciting details the next day. Monday mornings are the best as they visually paint pictures of their grand weekend adventures and escapades.&amp;nbsp; As I listen, a wave of green washes over me making it difficult to not make faces or snyde remarks due to the obvious jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow. Hello? Are we in middle school again? I don't understand my feelings, and am now frustrated at the comment that escaped my mouth. Feeling guilty, and overly full from "foot in mouth disease,"&amp;nbsp; I feel as though I need to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love my life; the babies, the cooking, the cleaning, the run of the mill schedules are all essential and enjoyable to everyday life. BUT there are days where I wish I could atleast remember the fun, carefree spirit I was before. Spur of the moment road trips, random weekend plans, ever changing budget plans so I could afford that cute shirt all sound energizing at times. Thus, I wish I wouldn't have taken that time for granted while it was here. I wouldn't choose to go back, it just sounds freeing at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;With that being said, I have learned my lesson and choose to not take this time of life for granted either. Times may be challenging, exhausting or down right uneventful, but I still love the ride. And let's be honest, one day I will be looking back at this moment with a "remember when" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2072594149350685394?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2072594149350685394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2072594149350685394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2072594149350685394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2072594149350685394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1697322983295061630</id><published>2010-07-25T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:54:07.833-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>It's not fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TE0G2gMCj5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/DzD49zHbvHo/It%27s%20not%20fair_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TE0G2gMCj5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/DzD49zHbvHo/It%27s%20not%20fair_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Look at my beautiful girls. Though a perfect picture pose meant to stir the heart of any warm hearted being, it was not staged. My girls genuinely love each other, and I am captivated by them. Absolutely adore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mia is 2 1/2 years old full of attitude and unexpected emotional turns.&amp;nbsp; She will have you in stitches over the littlest phrase and frustrate you over an extended punishment because of an exercised strong-willed attitude. She will sweet talk you with "please may I" and "thank you oh so much" while flashing her gorgeous blues. Mostly, you will adore the way she seeks after her little sister's attention because she loves her uncontrollably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lilia is quickly nearing 7 months old as the growth curve of knowledge is exponentially rapid. She is sitting up by herself, rolling all over the house as a convenient mode of transportation, and lighting up a room with her beautiful smile. She eats 3 solid food meals each day with formula snacks along the way and is finally sleeping through the night. Her eyes are constantly searching the room for her sister, watching Mia flit and float in every which direction. She giggles and belly laughs at Mia's silly sounds and antics, all while enjoying her days best when in her very own home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My girls are the best which is why I stand by my next comment. "It isn't fair." I dont understand why, even with a "nothing passes me by" mentality, I can feel like everything is flying warp speed. My girls are growing up before my eyes and though I am thankful for the past stages and excited for what is to come, I don't want&amp;nbsp; them to be gone one day as though it was just a dream. But we are busy day to day as we hurry out the door for another day apart only to cram in some sort of evening routine to bring us back together.&amp;nbsp; It is moving too fast.&amp;nbsp; My fear of realizing this so early on? It will most likely only continue to speed up and I don't have money, or the emotional strength, for Prom dresses just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-1697322983295061630?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1697322983295061630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1697322983295061630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1697322983295061630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1697322983295061630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-not-fair.html' title='It&amp;#39;s not fair'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TE0G2gMCj5I/AAAAAAAAA4w/DzD49zHbvHo/s72-c/It%27s%20not%20fair_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2205449910931579436</id><published>2010-06-16T20:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:50:08.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;At three months, Mia was sleeping through the night for the most part, and though I know each child is different, at six months I still cannot get Lilia on a consistent night time routine. Her day time routine is fairly set, to the extreme, where she will let you know if you aren't following it for some reason. For a week her daytime routine seemed to be the cure as she slept each night through; now it's a guessing game as to what odd time awakings today will bring. In fact, the last two nights she has been up every two hours.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't need anything particular when I hear her sweet voice come filtering through the monitor. Instead, she is cheerful, talking and grinning as if to say "Good morning! Time to wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes she wants to rock back to sleep, other times a soft kiss good night and a fresh go at her paci will suffice. No matter the extent of the visit, she's still awake and I am awake as well (if you call fumbling around delirious, awake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am at a loss as to what to try next. If anyone has some creative ideas I will excitedly welcome them, as this full time working mommy of two is exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2205449910931579436?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2205449910931579436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2205449910931579436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2205449910931579436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2205449910931579436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleepy-baby.html' title='Sleepy Baby'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2229203206518676004</id><published>2010-06-14T20:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:34:38.046-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>two going on sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TBbmubgV4WI/AAAAAAAAA4s/1lIXpvzDIdE/two%20going%20on%20sixteen_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TBbmubgV4WI/AAAAAAAAA4s/1lIXpvzDIdE/two%20going%20on%20sixteen_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 240px height: 320px; " height="320px" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone who has grown up around children knows what "two" means.&amp;nbsp; But until you experience the "are you KIDDING ME/you are SO adorable" mood swings of a two year old blonde little girl, you really do not understand the reality of two.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am adoring this stage Mia's at.&amp;nbsp; As she experiences and learns, I stand on the side lines, mouth agape, taking it all in.&amp;nbsp; My fun loving, energetic princess astounds me as she proudly shouts her abc's, quickly rehearses counting to 10, and continues dialogue like you wouldn't believe.&amp;nbsp; Never a dull moment, she keeps me laughing with statments similar to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Mommy, you can't ride the swings. only Mia.&amp;nbsp; They are too dangerous."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"yay! look at my big poopy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"good-MORNING Lilia. i missed you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"lets go dynamo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"mommy, don't leave me!! promise?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"i'm going to work, mommy. gonna get married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"i want to be a teacher. i will teach about whales, girraffs, and trains"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"aww. they are so cute. horses are my favorite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even if I could better record it all, it is impossible to keep track of all the phrases and actions that keep life interesting with my two year old.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I adore her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2229203206518676004?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2229203206518676004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2229203206518676004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2229203206518676004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2229203206518676004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-going-on-sixteen.html' title='two going on sixteen'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/TBbmubgV4WI/AAAAAAAAA4s/1lIXpvzDIdE/s72-c/two%20going%20on%20sixteen_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2993181044078188521</id><published>2010-04-05T11:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:18:09.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>He is risen!!</title><content type='html'>A three day weekend always opens the flood gates of excitement to a full time, outside of the home, working mother. The reason for the extra time is even more exhilarating as the visions of new traditions and opportunities to explain truth to my children dance through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning brought new adventures as Casey woke up and instructed us to get ready and get in the car. We were on our way, with only Casey knowing the path, excited and full of anticipation for what the day held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leisurely drive through the mountain pass, brought lunch in Cañon City, a drive into a snow buried St. Elmo and property searching in Salida. A lovely time in the car telling stories, dreaming and enjoying each other's company. Mia w as impressed with the amount of water the seamed to copy-cat the road we drove on and was constantly on the lookout for any four legged creature: horses, big horn sheep, cows, etc.  Eventually our precious daughter needed a potty break. Pulling into a quaint dude ranch, we said hello to the horses and then pulled up to the office to give Mia her well-deserved break.  As  I eagerly freed the girls from their back seat cages, the trunk popped open revealing all of Casey's secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey had planned a night away in a quaint little cabin, hidden away by Mt. Princeton, and isolated from normal day life.   With a roaring fire in the life size fireplace, we snuggled in for a relaxing evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect getaway for our lovely family! Thank you, handsome husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2993181044078188521?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2993181044078188521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2993181044078188521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2993181044078188521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2993181044078188521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-risen.html' title='He is risen!!'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-6245716231893015070</id><published>2010-04-01T21:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:08:09.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S7Vfk9fBoII/AAAAAAAAA4g/9l2-2MqkbQk/Blessings_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 240px height: 320px; " height="320px" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My world...this life the Lord has given me...constantly astounds me. Wouldn't you want to pinch yourself if you looked at these beautiful faces on a daily basis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-6245716231893015070?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6245716231893015070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=6245716231893015070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6245716231893015070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6245716231893015070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S7Vfk9fBoII/AAAAAAAAA4g/9l2-2MqkbQk/s72-c/Blessings_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-490135930216355853</id><published>2010-03-30T15:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:10:16.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My mommy claws came out...</title><content type='html'>"As a soft whimpering escaped through the baby monitor speaker, a soft sunlight awoke us as it beaded through the bedroom shades.  In true morning breath fashion, I greeted my husband with a kiss, slipped on my slippers and went to retrieve a restless Lilia.  With Mia sleeping soundly in her room, the three of us tiptoed down the stairs, reminiscing about the past evening.  Friends, brownies and movies.  What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rounding the corner into the kitchen we stopped. Horrified.  The door to the garage, normally locked, was standing agape with the actual garage door wide open exposing all our unwanted garbage and extra needed things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear set in. And as Casey quickened pace throughout the house, I began searching for items that may have made their way out the door.  I started up stairs.  Our room...clear.  Lilia's room...clear.  I opened Mia's door, and there in her bed lay an empty blanket.  No lump in the sheets.  No little blond head poking out from under the covers.  Completely empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hit my throat, and as I opened my mouth to scream, nothing escaped!  I ran down the stairs. Dizzy. Faint. Blinded by the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collided with Casey's chest and as my body collapsed to the floor,  I squeaked 'They. took.  her.  My baby!  She's gone!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was spinning as Casey ran up the stairs screaming Mia's name.  Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes into eternity until a cell phone ring broke the silence. Casey answered with a hasty hello only to be greeted by a frightened 'Daddy?  Daddy!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click. Dial Tone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaking with crusty tears down my cheeks and sweat beaded on my forehead, I panicked, and began planning how I could always keep the girls right next to me. Breathe. Breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartbeat made its way back to a resting state and then I checked on my darling girls, sound asleep in what I still consider a safe haven, and as I made my way back to bed, I began to try and convince the paranoia away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-490135930216355853?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/490135930216355853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=490135930216355853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/490135930216355853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/490135930216355853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mommy-claws-came-out.html' title='My mommy claws came out...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2820874052332916955</id><published>2010-03-25T08:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:04:00.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The artist in my house</title><content type='html'>As I entered the house from the garage, my husband greeted me with an over sized bundle of Mia's bedding carefully balanced in his arms.  The look on his face said it all, though he quickly began to tell me that Mia's poop was all over the room and that I needed to help him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, and quite amused that my husband had found himself in this situation, I climbed the stairs.  The sound of splashing caught my ears as Mia had hastily been placed in the tub as the only sane option of cleaning her up.  I looked around her bedroom amazed at the artwork that carefully decorated all the pretty parts of her room and as Casey began the story, I grabbed the cleaning elements hoping to erase the traces of creative license littering the carpeted floor,  bookcases, chair and door frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully articulated, Casey began:&lt;br /&gt;"I was downstairs feeding Lilia when I heard Mia start crying.  'Great,' I thought, 'She had an accident.'  I put Lilia down and headed upstairs.  As I opened the door, there was Mia, tears streaming down her face, with a whole pile clutched in her hand. I panicked and as I looked around the room I thought 'What in the world was she trying to do?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled to myself, not wanting encourage such behavior, but honestly seeing the humor in the whole situation!  I knew once it was all cleaned up, Casey would see the humor too, but in the moment he was definitely irritated (another humor point for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, yes...potty training a two year old!  Never a dull moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2820874052332916955?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2820874052332916955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2820874052332916955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2820874052332916955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2820874052332916955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/artist-in-my-house.html' title='The artist in my house'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-6021558649329373412</id><published>2010-03-22T20:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:18:19.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>my Lilia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S6gk5Itd7jI/AAAAAAAAA3U/26tZgGt1lXI/my%20Lilia_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 240px height: 320px; " height="320px" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;isn't she lovely&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside and out?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sweet, gentle spirit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flows through those eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longing for arms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embrace. touch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;content to relax&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly behind the scenes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eager to smile&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at any kind word thats brought.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she coos and she grins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come play, she beckons.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply offer a warm embrace&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her world will be complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-6021558649329373412?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6021558649329373412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=6021558649329373412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6021558649329373412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6021558649329373412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-lilia.html' title='my Lilia'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S6gk5Itd7jI/AAAAAAAAA3U/26tZgGt1lXI/s72-c/my%20Lilia_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-3681264718388621608</id><published>2010-03-14T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:00:20.413-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Extreme potty training</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S5z5_wXOO6I/AAAAAAAAA3M/ihFZ1OqehU0/Extreme%20potty%20training_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 240px height: 320px; " height="320px" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a handful of tries only resulting in Mia being too lazy to continue, we are finally not messing around. Diapers have been thrown out, princess treats are strategically placed for easy access, and the many pairs of panties are stocked in her cute white dresser drawers.&amp;nbsp; We recently came to the conclusion that if we didn't do something extreme this process would be dragged out for a long time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;For weeks, Mia has been:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. giving us a play by play about all that was happening below the diaper&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. waking up dry from bedtime and naps&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. taking of her own diaper, handing it to one of us and asking to be changed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is ready (whether she wants to&amp;nbsp; be or not)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, we cut her off...from diapers, that is, and everything else padded (pull ups and such)...and dropped her straight into big girl world.&amp;nbsp; It's definitley not for the faint of heart or those who refuse to clean up potty all over the floor, but she is doing it and doing it with excellence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Go Mia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-3681264718388621608?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3681264718388621608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=3681264718388621608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3681264718388621608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3681264718388621608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/extreme-potty-training.html' title='Extreme potty training'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S5z5_wXOO6I/AAAAAAAAA3M/ihFZ1OqehU0/s72-c/Extreme%20potty%20training_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8212705803792924903</id><published>2010-03-04T08:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:56:04.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So now you are 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S4_Xa9PYLiI/AAAAAAAAA20/KLy3dxw6ymY/s1600-h/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444807332629851682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S4_Xa9PYLiI/AAAAAAAAA20/KLy3dxw6ymY/s400/IMG_0068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful Mia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring into your chubby little face on March 4, 2008, my heart flip-flopped with amazement that the Lord has blessed me with you for a short time in your life. Your helpless body and beautiful eyes captured my heart as my mind eagerly filled with all the "what" questions I could think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What color will her hair be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of personality has the Lord created within you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you choose to eat above anything else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you think of your mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will be your first word?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the questions went on and on as my heart fell more and more in love with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today you turn two and I wonder, in amazement, where the time has gone. Already you are changing before my eyes as you throw a football with your daddy dressed up in all your pretty things. You are coloring with intent, helping "clean" around the house, and mimicking my every move. You carry your pink purse with such elegance while talking on your phone to all that are dear to you. No one goes unnoticed in your world, as your love for all is packed into the most precious of hugs ready to give to anyone who will receive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You light up our lives Mia Bella and I love you so much. I hope this birthday is as special as you are expecting, and I pray that we have many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mommy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444807338826428930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S4_XbUUwcgI/AAAAAAAAA28/zoADjQBZzds/s400/001+(57).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8212705803792924903?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8212705803792924903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8212705803792924903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8212705803792924903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8212705803792924903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-now-you-are-2.html' title='So now you are 2...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S4_Xa9PYLiI/AAAAAAAAA20/KLy3dxw6ymY/s72-c/IMG_0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7930266411405875289</id><published>2010-02-19T09:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:09:06.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed back to work...</title><content type='html'>As I expected, maternity leave just flew by.  Life as a mother of two, under the age of two, is crazy, chaotic and beautiful, thus making life just whip past you at 100 mph.  I feel like the 8 weeks of isolation with just my girls accomplished nothing of significance to anyone except those precious beauties who hopefully soaked up the memory making moments that encompassed our time together.  Other than that, nothing was done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was not able to get Lilia on a consistent schedule so it could match Mia's more closely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As of a week ago I was not able to loose any more weight from my one week postpartum appointment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not get all the organizing, cleaning and decorating done that I had hoped too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not scrapbook, memory record, take many pictures or blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There just didn't seem to be time for anything else other than just doing life together.  So, how do I plan on going back to another full time job?  Today it seems impossible as I frantically try to arrange babysitter information, schedules, work clothes that will actually fit me right now, and gather together a brain that will actually be ready for the "real" world.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realize in just a few weeks it will be old hat and I will be back to juggling all the different balls and handling each with ease, but right now the weight of the uncertain and the fear of adjustment weighs heavy.  Lord, please help me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a brighter note...I will have Internet so I should be able to blog more often :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7930266411405875289?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7930266411405875289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7930266411405875289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7930266411405875289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7930266411405875289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/headed-back-to-work.html' title='Headed back to work...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-122364561167025582</id><published>2010-02-18T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:16:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within a few weeks after Lilia was born, we were blessed to have &lt;a href="http://www.photographybycristy.com/"&gt;Photography by Cristy&lt;/a&gt; take pictures of our new precious baby and our family. There are so many things I adore about Cristy. Her beautiful spirit makes every session a joy as she relates in life and all its beauties. Not too mention that her artistic eye is both breathtaking and real as she captures all the joy within the split seconds of the day. Check out her website for the moments that make your life beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of our family in action. Try and adore them as much as I do :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439987358724169490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S363rjNenxI/AAAAAAAAA2s/O9fyoTYJZaU/s400/001+(54).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439987349793581186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S363rB8QqII/AAAAAAAAA2k/-QSLdpEPEUY/s400/001+(40).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439987342487135522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S363qmuRJSI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ViajNGsTl-s/s400/001+(26).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439987334027226962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S363qHNRL1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/PU_P2Um3xyA/s400/001+(21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439987324296200754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S363pi9NgjI/AAAAAAAAA2M/DoO_SKcc5CY/s400/001+(12).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-122364561167025582?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/122364561167025582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=122364561167025582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/122364561167025582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/122364561167025582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S363rjNenxI/AAAAAAAAA2s/O9fyoTYJZaU/s72-c/001+(54).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7762442484029518697</id><published>2010-01-14T20:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:34:00.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there were two...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lilia Amy Gerster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;December 29, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:06 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 Lbs 20.75 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033103400771346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S1Cx2ph9HxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/NYoQa2ZXHqs/s400/IMG_1381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months prior, we had scheduled to be induced on December 29th at 8:00 PM. December 23rd came, I wrapped up things at work and got ready for Christmas and maternity leave. As Christmas came and went, we got more and more eager thinking "maybe it will happen tonight" fully knowing (in the deepest part of my mind) that the 29th would be the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 3:00 AM on December 29th, I woke up with a sharp contraction. WOW! It took my breath away. From there I began timing them, but with only a slight consistency to them, I just wasn't sure. My moaning must have been pretty dramatic because it woke Casey about 45 minutes later. For another hour we "watched" the contractions, Casey rubbed my back and helped with my breathing as the intensity continued but the length between varied dramatically. Then, it came; a contraction that made me feel like I needed to push. I looked at Casey and said, "We need to go now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We added the last minute things to our bags and then woke Mia up to take her to Grandmama and Papa's. Even though it was 5:00 AM, Mia was so hyper as she chanted "Lilia! Born! Soon!" It made my mommy heart smile so big as we anticipated our new little addition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dropping Mia off, we arrived at the hospital at about 6:00 AM. I was a definite keeper in triage as a checked in at 4 cm and couldn't talk through the contractions when they hit. Labor and Delivery was really busy that day, so we waited for about 45 minutes to get a room. Once my room was ready, the got me up to walk over there. After pausing once for a contraction, my water broke and left a trail from where I was walking. Let me just say, it was nice to get back in my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I was progressing so quickly, they decided to give me my epidural right away. At this time I was at 5 cm and the intensity of the contractions continued to grow. However, because my contractions still weren't consistent, the gave me a small dose of pitocin to "jump start it" as my doctor put it. My epidural went well, but after they gave it to me I started having problems breathing and my blood pressure started going down drastically. They ended up needing to give me ephedrine for my blood pressure because it wouldn't stay at a normal rate, and they put me on oxygen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The intensity of my contractions continued, though I could only feel the pressure through the epidural. About 45 minutes later, I had a contraction that made my body feel like it needed to push. My doctor checked me and I was already at 9.5 cm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five minutes later it was time to push. Taking my time, we started delivering Lilia. Ten minutes later she entered the world! What a precious time it is when they put your baby on your chest and you see the sweet face for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033109114845634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S1Cx2-0S-cI/AAAAAAAAA1U/syWNWAeHkKQ/s400/IMG_1382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though very healthy, she was dramatically quieter than Mia, much like I had expected after her performances (or lack there of) within the womb. She aced all her tests and performed magically on her urine and bowel movement performances, so we were able to go home in the afternoon the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033109633430610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S1Cx3Av79FI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AcTrTZLI9pQ/s400/IMG_1409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the H1N1 going around right now, Mia was unable to visit us at the hospital, so her first introduction was at home when Grandmama brought her in. The scream of excitement still echo in my ear as she ran toward Lilia exclaiming "Lilia. Here!" There was so much joy in our house that day! What a beautiful memory. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033118218943154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S1Cx3gu4erI/AAAAAAAAA1k/QusoJbcaZhA/s400/IMG_1410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7762442484029518697?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7762442484029518697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7762442484029518697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7762442484029518697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7762442484029518697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-then-there-were-two.html' title='and then there were two...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/S1Cx2ph9HxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/NYoQa2ZXHqs/s72-c/IMG_1381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-6310309998683571367</id><published>2009-09-21T07:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:07:16.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>**Censored: Non-parents of an 18 month old may find this blog inappropriate or crude as small amounts of toilet "humor" have been noted**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been one to think that there was a right age for anything, especially when they are younger and learning the world around them.  So, when our 17 month old starts talking about going "poop"  we jumped on the opportunity of making a big deal of using the potty.  Sitting on the potty immediately became the thing to do. When mommy had to go potty, it seemed to be the main attraction, thus encouraging Mia to start thinking and understanding when she would need to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My now 18 month old just went poop in the toilette for the first time this weekend!  We were so proud of her, and by our reaction to this momentous occasion, one would have thought she had just won a million dollars.  But our reaction only spurred on &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt; more "potty" breaks that never really left any surprise floating below, but rather encouraged the whole routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit her precious bottom on her "cushy tushy" potty seat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wipe with big girl toilette paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flush the potty with mommy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wave good bye to the water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;close the toilette seat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wash hands in the big girl sink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get showered with kisses and hugs for a job well done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a fun stage to be going through!  And so much fun to not have to clean up a bottom from that nasty mess!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-6310309998683571367?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6310309998683571367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=6310309998683571367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6310309998683571367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6310309998683571367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2054831019045777589</id><published>2009-09-02T07:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:35:58.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's mood: pregnant</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just don't know how to explain "how I'm feeling" except "PREGNANT."  Anyone who has been in this state understands exactly how I feel and how difficult it can be to answer that question.  Though "good" and "blah" can escape the lips quite frequently, more often than not I prefer just stating the obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 22 weeks pregnant, with and 18 month (wow! is she that old already), vibrant and energetic daughter, and a full time - outside the home - job, my life is anything but dull at this moment.  Mia is the highlight of so many smiles and much laughter in our home as we help her explore her world and all that interests her.  Books, balls and teddy bears are among the top interests as well as mommy and daddy's shoes and pretending she is going "bu-bye."  A frequent giver of hugs  and the overuse of "momma?  dadda?"  make our hearts melt at every turn, as we try to soak up each and every moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilia is doing well...as far as I can tell.  Pushing out my belly has become an act of Houdini as I wake up different than the night before.  But the joy of "watching" her grow makes the butterflies increase as I anticipate her due date.  She has become more and more active, yet considerably more subtle than what I remember of Mia, almost as if just to remind me that she is here and then she continues on is sweet slumber.  We are excited to see her sweet face and kiss her little cheeks, including Mia, who is eager to hug and kiss "her baby" any chance she gets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for us as the Lord guides us through life and the doors He has for us.  Though nothing drastic, we understand that He always has a plan and stagnant isn't one of them.  We pray for wisdom and guidance as we continue through life, raising our beautiful girls and enjoying every aspect of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2054831019045777589?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2054831019045777589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2054831019045777589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2054831019045777589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2054831019045777589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-mood-pregnant.html' title='Today&apos;s mood: pregnant'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4831059374564260313</id><published>2009-08-27T09:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:15:49.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Pictures yet Fun Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this summer we were blessed to take Mia to the zoo...again. This time, however, she was older, wiser, and ready to explore all the fun offered by Colorado Springs' famous zoo. We went with my family at a special rate thanks to Emily's business function happening there that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia has totally been enthralled with animals thanks to Baby Einsteins Old McDonald movie and the various books that point out all sorts of God's amazing creatures. So, needless to say, the adventure to the zoo was both breathtaking and beautiful as we watched her take it all in with amazement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first place we visited was the bird house where you get to stand amidst all the birds buzzing around with excitement. With eyes wide as saucers, Mia's mouth was held in a constant "o" formation as the words "oh wow" eagerly escaped her lips with but a whisper. She was totally enthralled with all the buzzing and hype, and I'm sure a little frustrated that daddy was only going to hold her during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374686644017506818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa5BsOzKgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qY4nZaKGMuA/s400/IMG_0842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, you get to see the peacocks walking around and as they flaunted their beautiful feathers and eagerly called in their native language, Mia mimicked with an elegant "SKWACK...SKWACK!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw lions and tigers and bears...OH MY! Mia's favorite, by far though, was the petting zoo for little ones. She was up close and personal with the goats, and as she giggled and reached out to touch them, they would run away, keeping the moment oh so exciting. Located right next door was a pot-belly pig who snorted with enthusiasm at Mia's pointed finger in its direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374686669449666882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa5DK-TIUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/oXeZgaJ8uVA/s400/IMG_0846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374686652886685778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa5CNRYGFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/YYtHrBZvGco/s400/IMG_0845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374686661855516082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa5CurtlbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/GA2d7koqxKQ/s400/IMG_0843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following the petting zoo, we headed toward the giraffes. We found their special food and as we kept close watch on Mia, making sure she didn't think it was her snack, we allowed her to feed the funny looking creatures. As their long, sloppy tongues swooped over the gate, Mia got distracted between actually feeding them or trying to grab them. It was so entertaining and we had to practically give her a bath in the hand sink after we were finished.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374690035781810962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa8HHibOxI/AAAAAAAAA1E/T6AZuS4SZnU/s400/IMG_0864.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374690021026474738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa8GQkeqvI/AAAAAAAAA08/56oDOGOy7Ps/s400/IMG_0862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374690013972122290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa8F2SlyrI/AAAAAAAAA00/wlmGSaQfs8Q/s400/IMG_0854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the evening, Casey took Mia on the merry-go-round, a first time adventure for our blooming toddler. At first, her precious little face had a grin stretched wide as she sat high atop her pretty horse. But as the ride started to go around...and around...her expression turned very serious as if this was a job needing full concentration. I thought for sure that she would be done with Merry-Go-Rounds as I watched this serious look creep across her face, but as Casey forced her little legs to loosen their grip on the horses back, Mia eagerly pointed at the ride shouting "More! More!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374686624832476402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa5Akwu1PI/AAAAAAAAAz8/lKCwGjpejIg/s400/IMG_0848.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374689996143605282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa8Ez38NiI/AAAAAAAAA0k/zoDcj6z8FLI/s400/IMG_0849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374690005612716978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa8FXJjY7I/AAAAAAAAA0s/bK8vwk6lkpI/s400/IMG_0850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zoo was so much fun with our little girl, mostly because of her expressions and remarks that made the magic of the place come alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4831059374564260313?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4831059374564260313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4831059374564260313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4831059374564260313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4831059374564260313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-pictures-yet-fun-memories.html' title='Old Pictures yet Fun Memories'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Spa5BsOzKgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qY4nZaKGMuA/s72-c/IMG_0842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-123233781383716068</id><published>2009-08-19T07:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:01:52.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SowEdKlWJII/AAAAAAAAAz0/EJZrBg9JvLA/s1600-h/sweet+little+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673354649871490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SowEdKlWJII/AAAAAAAAAz0/EJZrBg9JvLA/s400/sweet+little+face.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With much anticipation, we headed toward the doctor's office to see our little baby yesterday. At 20 weeks and one day, I am over joyed that I am "half way there." Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being pregnant for the beautiful outcome, but I have realized that I just do not do pregnancy well. I know and accept that some women naturally enjoy, thrive and even crave the whole experience of pregnancy, but my body will not allow that; it is merely a means to a beautiful end, which I feel fine with. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, my pregnancy with this baby has been, overall, a much smoother experience than with Mia. Not quite as sick, but I am still having "morning" sickness with a cloud of nausea that follows me around. But, I don't mind it that much as long as I keep things down. My secret weapon as of late...Orange Tea. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to the exciting news. We did get to see our precious little girl, Lilia Amy, yesterday, and she is beautiful! I already see a difference between her and Mia, which is such a joy. We could not be more thrilled, and Daddy, especially, is way excited for a new little princess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy her pictures :&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673343475389442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SowEcg9JFAI/AAAAAAAAAzs/6zFpJgwB-3Y/s400/profile+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673336872674930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SowEcIW7pnI/AAAAAAAAAzk/FEXsKkHZLAQ/s400/precious+profile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673326275252482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SowEbg4T0QI/AAAAAAAAAzc/VN9UdCXJ864/s400/full+body.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673313917893794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SowEay2FfKI/AAAAAAAAAzU/AvTvRv9S8nw/s400/Foot+over+head.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-123233781383716068?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/123233781383716068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=123233781383716068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/123233781383716068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/123233781383716068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl :)'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SowEdKlWJII/AAAAAAAAAz0/EJZrBg9JvLA/s72-c/sweet+little+face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1429235736950144269</id><published>2009-07-13T18:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:46:50.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like this, mommy?</title><content type='html'>Using a fork is kind of tricky, mom, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. Don't you, mom? Look at me go! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358110377808841362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SlvVAAihSpI/AAAAAAAAAzE/UMjZ4kd5Lpo/s400/IMG_0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you still taking pictures, mom? seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358110386170441154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SlvVAfsFLcI/AAAAAAAAAzM/43xs12XxJFg/s400/IMG_0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-1429235736950144269?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1429235736950144269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1429235736950144269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1429235736950144269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1429235736950144269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-this-mommy.html' title='Like this, mommy?'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SlvVAAihSpI/AAAAAAAAAzE/UMjZ4kd5Lpo/s72-c/IMG_0868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7087543910717467784</id><published>2009-07-07T14:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:47:28.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mia L-O-V-E-S the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sprinklers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath tub...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pouring out her sippy cup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the pool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently Grandma bought a little pool for Mia that she can enjoy all through the days when she is at her house. Mia just loves it! I even use it as a bribe sometimes when she is having a tough time getting out of the house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mia. Do you want to swim in your pool?" Mia eagerly runs to the back sliding door. "No honey. It's at Grandma's house. We have to go out the front door to the car." Mia quickly pivots on her sweet little toes and runs to the front door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, I'm a bribing momma. But only when it is truly beneficial for my daughter, and something I already know she is going to do/get. So, really, I'm just using the future as motivation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822210164029474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SlOz7Hz5eCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tJg25T40kdg/s400/pool+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7087543910717467784?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7087543910717467784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7087543910717467784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7087543910717467784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7087543910717467784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/pool-time.html' title='Pool Time'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SlOz7Hz5eCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/tJg25T40kdg/s72-c/pool+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-122515838210681867</id><published>2009-06-29T09:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:19:46.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the sweet moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day is a breath of fresh air as we experience the little life of Mia. She has a personality that will knock your socks off as she grows and learns so many new things every day. In trying to capture all the moments I have but a few pictures to go a long with the many stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia loves all the different animals that vibrate. Grandmama has a "Elmo" that dances and vibrates which Mia loves to hold as it does the little dance. We own a tickle doll of sorts that vibrates like crazy along with some other toys that do the same thing. She just thinks they are the greatest thing. The other day, Aunt Emily found a vibrating animal in Target (Mia's favorite store according to Aunt Emily) and Mia had a great time with it! She loved it so much I can only imagine the fight put up when Aunt Emily put it away. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782254122060914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SkjnGZD1zHI/AAAAAAAAAys/ScEmSL8WOR4/s400/WPM5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia is such a well behaved little girl. Casey and I feel truly blessed to have a child that loves to obey (unless she is obviously tired) and prides herself in "helping out." She is diligent at picking up her toys when she is told, loves to run little "errands" for mommy and daddy, and even mimics our cleaning habits and helps alongside. She is a good little helper and we love that. Mia's latest things when picking up her toys, is actually sitting in her toy basket and putting the toys in around her. She thinks this is SO funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781572249551778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Skjmes4xA6I/AAAAAAAAAyc/nU4tzNZp4QI/s400/IMAG0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781545846257410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SkjmdKhutwI/AAAAAAAAAyU/amolqkIRz9M/s400/IMAG0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though Mia doesn't use her paci very much anymore (only when she is in her bed) I found this picture and thought it was hilarious. Whenever Mia finds more than one paci, she must switch between all of them. I'm pretty sure she has it timed just right so that each paci has equal time in the mouth, careful to not show favoritism. OR she just sucks on them both at one time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781540547375106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Skjmc2yYMAI/AAAAAAAAAyM/kFx2yO9O6rM/s400/IMAG0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went shopping with Uncle Eric and Aunt Emily and found this fun little stroller to ride in. Mia was so excited about it and, like a big girl, had her hand on the steering wheel "driving" the whole time. I'm pretty sure she thought "I'm pretty hot stuff!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781532052124482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SkjmcXI880I/AAAAAAAAAx8/S6vICqPti1g/s400/IMAG0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now I've written about this before, but Casey is the ONLY parent who can rock Mia to sleep at night. The other night, Casey had an evening out with some of his buddies, so I was left to tackle the bedtime routine. A normal, uneventful routine suddenly turned into a nightmare as Mia was very adamant that daddy be here and not mommy. From 6:30 to 9:00 PM we battled as Mia dramatically called to daddy through her face soaking sobs. When she finally tired herself out, she fell into a restless sleep. Needless to say, Daddy was charged to say hi to her and kiss her when he got home. What a dramatic adventure that was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782696343348114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SkjngIdnI5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/s6R0R6FBe_w/s400/IMAG0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, but not least, this is an all to familiar picture of Mia in our car rides. She is so sweet when she sleeps in her car seat. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352781536617718242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SkjmcoJeYeI/AAAAAAAAAyE/16stKBgm1cQ/s400/IMAG0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352782254982657522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SkjnGcRBdfI/AAAAAAAAAyk/XvVPh3sighQ/s400/IMAGE_048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-122515838210681867?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/122515838210681867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=122515838210681867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/122515838210681867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/122515838210681867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-sweet-moments.html' title='Oh, the sweet moments'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SkjnGZD1zHI/AAAAAAAAAys/ScEmSL8WOR4/s72-c/WPM5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-9180466664118663718</id><published>2009-06-26T08:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:01:20.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Important Mission...</title><content type='html'>In planning and dreaming of precious baby #2, Casey and I have been scouring the baby books for the most perfect girl names.  We have agreed on a little boy name, but can not agree on a little girl name.   Thousands of names have crossed our path, but not one has made both of us excited.  So, I challenge you for your most beautiful suggestions.  Now, don't give away the names you have tucked away for your next little girl; I don't want to gain the title Name Thief,  but I would like to add some other options into the mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some guidelines:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Fairly creative (I don't like names used by everyone)&lt;br /&gt;2. A middle name option wouldn't hurt too&lt;br /&gt;3. The name meaning, if you have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! I look forward to seeing all the creative suggestions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-9180466664118663718?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9180466664118663718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=9180466664118663718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/9180466664118663718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/9180466664118663718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/important-mission.html' title='An Important Mission...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2046638283561531728</id><published>2009-06-24T16:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:58:19.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a barbie girl...</title><content type='html'>As a mother of a rapidly growing daughter, my eyes have become more aware of the poor image young girls have given themselves.  Everywhere I look I see young, impressionable girls settling themselves into an image that hinders them soaring past mediocre.  Young girls, dressed in clothing short of a prostitute label, strutting their stuff for all to observe, hanging on the arms of boys going nowhere fast.  Since when did this become the ultimate dream?  When do girls decide that this image exudes beauty and fame, unlike the modest, adorable clothing that line department store racks and truly show off a feminine frame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was in Wal-Mart when a young girl walked in who immediately made my heart drop. Not only was her outfit unbecoming of her size, but it left nothing to the imagination.  She strutted after a boy who seemed to have no interest in her other than the quick "dog like" calls and signals he flung her way.  As I left the store with my gorgeous daughter, I prayed, "Oh Lord, please help us to teach our daughter what is truly holy and lovely in your eyes."  As quickly as I finished the Wal-Mart Greeter shouted out "I hope you never let your daughter dress like that!" I grinned a "me too" smile, with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of innocence.  Something I am not looking forward to in parenting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2046638283561531728?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2046638283561531728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2046638283561531728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2046638283561531728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2046638283561531728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-barbie-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a barbie girl...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-501045167702401409</id><published>2009-06-19T07:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:09:56.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia Adventures</title><content type='html'>Thursday was a normal evening for us.  Ate a delicious meal of homemade chicken noodle soup (no.  Seriously.  It was from "scratch") then we went about our individual chores before Mia's bedtime.  I "eagerly" tackled the pile of dishes taking up residence in the sink, while Casey took Mia outside to water the carefully manicured lawn encouraging more grass growth and ultimate beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Mia giggling outside as she ran through the sprinklers and spent quality time with Daddy.  Eager to be amidst all the fun, I hurried to finish the dishes, cleaned up the counters and dining table, and then my way out the front door to sit on the steps and watch the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I sat down, my precious little Mia came running up to give me one of her sweet kisses and heart-melting hugs.  I just love when she does that!  Then, practicing a skill she has mostly mastered, she climbed the stairs and went inside.  I followed to get some water for my pretty flowers, and then called to her to come back outside as I went to feed my thirsty blooms.  Almost immediately, we heard &lt;em&gt;creeeek&lt;/em&gt; and then &lt;em&gt;clunk, latch.&lt;/em&gt;  Wide-eyed, Casey and I looked at each other with the same question on our minds..."Did &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; unlock the bottom lock?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear!  Mia had locked both Mommy and Daddy out of the house.  As we frantically tried to remember what possible way we may be able to get in the house, fully aware that both sets of keys and phone were sitting on the kitchen counter, Mia waved at us from inside the window.  So, as daddy  went barefoot around back (through our backyard affectionately known as the Sahara dessert), mommy peered in through the front window to try and entertain Mia, thus keeping her from running all over in complete chaos.  To my delight she was quite entertained with mommy peering through the window at her, waving and making silly faces.  At one time, Mia looked at me, pointed at the door, and said "please." HA!  I looked at her, without trying to laugh at how adorably innocent that request was, and said "Sweetheart! I can't...you locked mommy out."  Obviously she didn't understand with the repeated questions to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within minutes, Casey found a window that was slightly open in which he could remove the screen and wiggle his way into the house.  Mia was so excited to see her daddy, and I was just as relieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self...ALWAYS unlock the bottom lock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-501045167702401409?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/501045167702401409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=501045167702401409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/501045167702401409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/501045167702401409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/mia-adventures.html' title='Mia Adventures'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5526533786013766994</id><published>2009-06-16T07:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:59:52.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty please</title><content type='html'>Well, I am in week 11, working full-time and running after an ever busy toddler. Though not nearly as strong as my first pregnancy, the morning sickness is starting to get the best of me. Really, the term "morning sickness" is not as accurate as "all day sickness." So, I continue to munch on anything healthy, that doesn't appear dry for fear of gagging, and trying to not allow my weight to skyrocket only to revisit "The Tank" body later on in my pregnancy. I'd rather keep the weight on a more manageable level this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having difficulties feeling pretty no matter what I do.  Now, I understand that the accumulation of morning sickness, bloated belly and all around exhaustion are the main contributors to the low self-esteem, BUT if any of you have some creative spirit lifting ideas to make a mommy feel special and pretty, I would love to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more exciting note, Mia is growing at a rapid rate. Every day there are new experiences and wonders to behold that make our little Angel say "oh wow" or "wo-oh." She is a bundle of laughter and joy. Some new words she is saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mia-ease:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah duh (all done)&lt;br /&gt;bopa (papa/grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;baud (bird)&lt;br /&gt;dog dog (dog/bear/any fuzzy animal)&lt;br /&gt;doobadoobadooba (the item she wants right then)&lt;br /&gt;hhhh-aaaut (hot)&lt;br /&gt;ha-CKKKK (hawk - except she clears her throat at the end)&lt;br /&gt;Ima/mamamama (grandma/grandmama)&lt;br /&gt;boop (poop)&lt;br /&gt;boo (book)&lt;br /&gt;dock (rock)&lt;br /&gt;ump (up)&lt;br /&gt;owsigh (outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs everywhere, has a knack for "organizing" everything, and loves to "read" her book as she sits in her little rocking chair. We are so enjoying the little life the Lord has blessed us with. She brings so much joy to anyone who is around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fun stories to come from the Zoo, our new house projects and other highlights that will make you smile. AND I'll post pictures. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5526533786013766994?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5526533786013766994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5526533786013766994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5526533786013766994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5526533786013766994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/pretty-please.html' title='pretty please'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8733889990909216029</id><published>2009-06-01T11:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:32:06.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SiQQe8anc7I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Rgmb7cji7hE/s1600-h/IMAGE_046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342413181768135602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SiQQe8anc7I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Rgmb7cji7hE/s400/IMAGE_046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Round number two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8733889990909216029?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8733889990909216029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8733889990909216029&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8733889990909216029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8733889990909216029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SiQQe8anc7I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Rgmb7cji7hE/s72-c/IMAGE_046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5249469437194775089</id><published>2009-04-27T12:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:11:09.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Habits and photo time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I admit. My blogging habits have been worse than horrible the past few months. If I had to make an excuse, I would use the fact that we have not only looked and offered, but purchased and moved into a new home; I have been unbelievably busy at work and my efforts in that arena (more to come later..seriously...I promise); I am now knee deep in the life of a budding toddler - need I say more; and, back to my house, I am desperately trying to spend every waking moment make my new pad an actual home! Even with all of these excuse, I realize that my anticipating public desires updates on my life, so I promise to attempt a more consistent writing schedule to give you a peek into our little life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many fun things that has happened is that Mia &lt;a href="http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year-today.html"&gt;turned one&lt;/a&gt; in March and we had a fabulous party for her. So many friends and family arrived to celebrate her big day. We also took her 12 month pictures. We found a fabulous photographer named Cristy owner of &lt;a href="http://www.photographybycristy.com/"&gt;Photography by Cristy&lt;/a&gt; who did the most amazing job. Her style is so fresh and unique as she captures the beauty in every movement. One thing I love is though Mia was fussy and not terribly excited about the shutter in her face, the pictures do not reflect her less that normal personality for the day. I highly recommend this photographer...you will not be disappointed. Enjoy the pictures and contact Cristy for all of your photography needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329448098960506962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYAzzNsAFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/SvqLNPLvg8A/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329448101519968034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYAz8v6RyI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UQxut0dbwhw/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449094638662546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYBtwZ285I/AAAAAAAAAwo/5mbwfmIgNKY/s400/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449091286342882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYBtj6mnOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/354FAneQg30/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329448096601552306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYAzqbRNbI/AAAAAAAAAwI/iv1v705upTU/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329448089640471490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYAzQfni8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/c6lPgRfONyA/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the dress that my mom and I both wore during our 12 month photos too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329448088101843314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYAzKwx8XI/AAAAAAAAAv4/1KNvtqvfgJY/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449110969376994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYButPZ4OI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ju0M9b0pDmU/s400/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449104905433442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYBuWppcWI/AAAAAAAAAw4/3KA0TxJYWwg/s400/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449102928220850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYBuPSPkrI/AAAAAAAAAww/9ejlc6tUwR4/s400/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449929561001602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYCeWu2zoI/AAAAAAAAAxY/cGBb0LW6Syg/s400/57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449927431749586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYCeOzM_9I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/-6JyGeItCFQ/s400/56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449922137234738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYCd7E5HTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ujRCAzKKqCw/s400/54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449933586158994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYCeluh1ZI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FoMBR19JrKA/s400/60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5249469437194775089?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5249469437194775089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5249469437194775089&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5249469437194775089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5249469437194775089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-habits-and-photo-time.html' title='Blogging Habits and photo time'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SfYAzzNsAFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/SvqLNPLvg8A/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4539919440097584596</id><published>2009-03-04T11:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:34:26.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Sa7XpX-DRRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/fQwu157E5TM/s1600-h/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309418116525278482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Sa7XpX-DRRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/fQwu157E5TM/s400/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My precious Mia Bella ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, today, my heart fluttered with excitement as I dreamed about seeing your lovely face. Daddy and I could hardly stand the anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the cream filling in our lives for the last year! The picture of perfection between two complete halves. Our life could never be complete without waking every morning to your beautiful smile and sweet, innocent hugs. Your beautiful spirit reaches to smooth any wounded soul, and your spunk challenges even the best of them to watch their back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a beautiful girl, and I love you so dearly. I pray that the Lord continues to draw you to Him. I pray that your beautiful spirit longs to mirror your Savior, and that you learn exactly who you were made to be. The world will never be the same since you have graced it with your presence. You have so much to do, little one; there are tasks that only you can handle. If you keep your innocence and follow His leading, nothing can stand in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Baby! I'm excited for so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you forever, Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309418125877688226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Sa7Xp6z1t6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/bkbkfKyMk28/s400/Mia+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4539919440097584596?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4539919440097584596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4539919440097584596&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4539919440097584596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4539919440097584596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-year-today.html' title='One year today'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/Sa7XpX-DRRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/fQwu157E5TM/s72-c/IMG_0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2192004527780634770</id><published>2009-02-08T08:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:42:57.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin Adventures</title><content type='html'>This weekend, Papa and Grandmama were watching Mia's cousin, &lt;a href="http://thechambs.blogspot.com/"&gt;AlliKaye&lt;/a&gt;, for the weekend as her parents enjoyed a little getaway. So, with Mia's persistent begging, we headed over there for some playtime. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300467018835718274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SY8Kq6lgcII/AAAAAAAAAvg/f0C3tXklVQg/s400/with+AlliKaye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300467012815668482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SY8KqkKNxQI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Zu5fRbVsHTU/s400/with+AlliKaye+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;They were so excited to see each other. While Mia flapped her arms in obvious excitement, AlliKaye continuously said "Where's Mia Bella?" and "Hi Mia Bella" and "Let's show Mia Bella." It was a fun time together. AlliKaye showed Mia all of her books and her big girl bed...they even tried to take a nap together with unsuccessful results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sharing a bag full of gold fishy crackers, Grandmama and I took the girls to the park. Eager to show Mia the rules of the playground, AlliKay ran all around showing Mia the slide, the appropriate stares, and even how to giggle with glee! Mia, feeling as though she was ready to tackle this new adventure, pointed excitedly at the playground; It was time to move in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300466203818402786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SY8J7eaPI-I/AAAAAAAAAuw/mz01M2Cn-ng/s400/park+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300466206704274322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SY8J7pKSC5I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/jYLV8Se3hfo/s400/park+r5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia loved climbing the stairs and going down the slide. Her face was priceless! She giggled and giggled, so full of joy to be part of the big kid crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300466206891463538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SY8J7p26U3I/AAAAAAAAAvI/Ra1zgNEKYy4/s400/park+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300466203337470754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SY8J7cnksyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/R0oUTcQrfA4/s400/park+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300466207933804754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SY8J7tvbMNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/v_1Mv0PxH74/s400/park+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2192004527780634770?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2192004527780634770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2192004527780634770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2192004527780634770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2192004527780634770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/cousin-adventures.html' title='Cousin Adventures'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SY8Kq6lgcII/AAAAAAAAAvg/f0C3tXklVQg/s72-c/with+AlliKaye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8113868679020788277</id><published>2009-02-06T16:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:43:10.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>My babysitter (AKA Grandma) has been sick the last few days, so Mia has spent two glorious days at home.  Yesterday, she had an adventure filled day just with daddy.  They did Daddy things like go and get new tires, and update the car registration, and eat lots of little snacks! It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had the privilege of staying at home with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a day labeled special by the normal crowd, but to me it was one of the better days in a long time.  The alarm clock didn't ring at 5:30, I didn't leave the house wondering if I should turn the porch light on as I "watch my step," and I didn't hurry into a frenzy of "to-do" lists and multiplied requests.  Instead, I rolled over and gently woke my husband up as his alarm rang, I did a few extra amazing stretches before I climbed out of bed, and then I greeted my daughter's smiling face as she peered over the crib with arms outstretched for a good morning hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it wasn't a normal scheduled day off, I had a few things I needed to work on here at home, but they were all strategically placed between a morning filled with feeding Mia breakfast, playing "catch me if you can" across the floor, and a few sporadic snuggling sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did meander into the office for a few hours, in order to not miss a scheduled meeting and catch up a new co-worker on some new things to the job description.  But, Mia tagged along, charming anyone in her path.  Who would have thought that work can be so much more delightful with an 11 month old on your heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon had a perfect schedule planned.  First nap and the rest was filled with graham crackers and orange juice.  Now we play and wait anxiously for daddy to join us. A perfect ending to a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Grandma, for giving me such a beautiful day with my "growing up too fast" precious little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mia Bella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8113868679020788277?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8113868679020788277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8113868679020788277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8113868679020788277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8113868679020788277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8195091213437490314</id><published>2009-01-27T17:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:32:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mommy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SX-nYnJfQEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ShjOJbW_vWw/s1600-h/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296135728078471234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SX-nYnJfQEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ShjOJbW_vWw/s400/IMG_0732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SX-nYp1u84I/AAAAAAAAAug/TknvfIR431c/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296135728800920450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SX-nYp1u84I/AAAAAAAAAug/TknvfIR431c/s400/IMG_0731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DADDY'S HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8195091213437490314?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8195091213437490314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8195091213437490314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8195091213437490314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8195091213437490314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/look-mommy.html' title='Look Mommy...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SX-nYnJfQEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ShjOJbW_vWw/s72-c/IMG_0732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-672960094682569089</id><published>2009-01-23T14:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:56:19.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect that which is important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any idea how difficult it is now to capture those cute little moments that make you say "I should have got that on video!"  We have entered that stage.  We are officially parents of a little girl who can stand by herself and move around like nobody's business.  Mia's latest understanding brings a slight tear to my eye.  Seriously. I couldn't be more proud of my daughter. She is slowly learning that you never go anywhere without your best pair of shoes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294608472052925202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SXo6WnF9AxI/AAAAAAAAAts/nsJBjslMFGo/s320/IMG_0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294608486875986386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SXo6XeUC-dI/AAAAAAAAAuE/nMLm14Nm-gM/s320/IMG_0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294608478748879106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SXo6XACZKQI/AAAAAAAAAt8/lhe35qNu54w/s320/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294608480344818658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SXo6XF-5Q-I/AAAAAAAAAt0/31OeqQsVEkM/s320/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(can you tell how bored she is with all these pictures?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-672960094682569089?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/672960094682569089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=672960094682569089&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/672960094682569089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/672960094682569089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/protect-that-which-is-important.html' title='Protect that which is important'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SXo6WnF9AxI/AAAAAAAAAts/nsJBjslMFGo/s72-c/IMG_0725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-6087685746032111027</id><published>2009-01-07T13:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:40:49.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak peek...</title><content type='html'>For all you diligent prayer warriors, here is the house that we are officially "under contract" with! Because the house is a "short sale," there are a few sensitive steps that we have to wait for until it is officially our house. I promise to share more details when we get to that point, but I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much. ...Wait...Too late! We covet your prayers! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures, courtesy of Remax:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288653391171930946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SWUSPSD3y0I/AAAAAAAAArg/usdNbCOegFE/s320/New+House.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The front view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288653392904915906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SWUSPYhDC8I/AAAAAAAAArw/WjRkJOLL6Nw/s320/house+dining+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dining room hutch, and entrance to the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288653394378609746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SWUSPeAZ1FI/AAAAAAAAAro/kfPNkZCIPdQ/s320/house+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288653391842505906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SWUSPUjv9LI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lQu3u5ub3rA/s320/house+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the view from the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-6087685746032111027?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6087685746032111027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=6087685746032111027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6087685746032111027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6087685746032111027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneak-peek.html' title='Sneak peek...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SWUSPSD3y0I/AAAAAAAAArg/usdNbCOegFE/s72-c/New+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5234071811102633169</id><published>2009-01-02T14:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:07:39.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year, and new begininngs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With 2009 now staring us in the face, we excitingly look toward the new year full of new adventures, lessons, and overall enjoyment of those we love and who, unwaveringly, treat us as loved ones. It is exciting to see the way that the Lord will bless us and help us grow in the year to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This upcoming Sunday will mark Mia's 10 month birthday! She continues to blossom into an adorable little girl, full of vibrant personality, and a smile that will knock your socks off. Lately, she has been a busy girl; going to and fro, too busy to spend time on just one toy at a time, pointing at anything and everything that catches her attention, trying out new and exciting sounds that enter her "vocabulary," and learning to walk against everything she can get her hands on. She has also become quite a little monkey which, frankly, frightens the snot out of mommy, who is desperately trying to learn how to bolt everything to the floor. One of her most recent adventures is trying to climb the stairs and the bar stools located within the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286820013490565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SV6Oyp-H8pI/AAAAAAAAArI/81dGx3vDnVI/s320/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286820020927284514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SV6OzFrLRSI/AAAAAAAAArQ/IKOeuLh4-jY/s320/IMG_0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286820029933654818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SV6OznOdkyI/AAAAAAAAArY/TW1IQwCONt0/s320/IMG_0720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our newest announcement...Casey and I have just been pre-approved for our first home loan! Minus our car loan, we are now completely debt free and have begun building our savings account for a decent down payment. This Saturday, we are looking at four houses that are great prices for what they offer. We are highly excited for this new step in our lives! Your prayers are coveted as we hope to find the "perfect one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a personal note: Thank you for all of those who have been in our lives this year. Year end reflections cause you to thank the Lord for those who hold importance and have helped you along the way. Your support in who we are and those things that we cherish has been a healthy bout of stability in sometimes rocky situations. It can be so easy to be cut down by somebody you deeply care about, so thank you to those who have provided support, energy and unconditional love. We truly cherish each and everyone of you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that...HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope that your new year looks as promising as ours does! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God Bless you and your family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5234071811102633169?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5234071811102633169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5234071811102633169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5234071811102633169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5234071811102633169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-and-new-begininngs.html' title='A new year, and new begininngs'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SV6Oyp-H8pI/AAAAAAAAArI/81dGx3vDnVI/s72-c/IMG_0718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1495693965046693945</id><published>2008-12-29T12:57:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:30:14.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVky1uX9CJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/s1lRTS6cdyc/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_Page_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285311536258943122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVky1uX9CJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/s1lRTS6cdyc/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With it being Mia's first Christmas, excitement boomed in our house as we anticipated the fun that was going to happen around the holiday happenings. I was so excited to dress Mia up for Christmas eve service; my mom made Mia a beautiful black velvet jumper and white eyelet blouse. I bought her some sparkly red shoes, and her "aunt" Amanda bought her a cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crocheted&lt;/span&gt; headband with a big red and black flower. She was the Belle of the Ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285308013065175138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvopdGgGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/4IplwEAMO1k/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After Christmas Eve service, we headed over to mommy's parents' house (Grandpa and Grandma Samuel) to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hors&lt;/span&gt; d' oeuvres, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; cookies, and open gifts. Mia's little finger was getting quite a workout as she was pointing at all the sparkly, pretty gifts under the tree, the lit candles and beautiful Christmas lights. She could hardly stand herself as she slowly inched towards the presents just waiting for that exact moment when she could finally unveil their secrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvo30Q_gI/AAAAAAAAAqs/wSPkNLH583Y/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285308016920428034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvo30Q_gI/AAAAAAAAAqs/wSPkNLH583Y/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia got tons of presents! She got some Curious George books, some PJ's, a brand new c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ar seat&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wahoo&lt;/span&gt;!), a handmade teddy bear from Grandma, her first Christmas ornament, and a rocking horse made by Grandpa with a cute gold ribbon around it's neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvo7IkrjI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GsHQmyh2I8M/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285308017810910770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvo7IkrjI/AAAAAAAAAqk/GsHQmyh2I8M/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia had no qualms about helping mommy and daddy open their presents too! We probably could have given her a bag of tissue paper for Christmas and it would have made her day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285307550933304834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvNv4RxgI/AAAAAAAAAps/8o67Hx8AGKs/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285307555707081986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvOBqb1QI/AAAAAAAAAp0/d_CEeLu42pY/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After a morning of opening presents, just our family, and having our friends, the Millard over for lunch, we headed over to Casey's parents' (Grandpa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grandmama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gerster&lt;/span&gt;) house to open gifts. It was so much fun to spend some time with them and allow them the experience of Mia's first Christmas as well. Mia got many fun things from them. She just loves "Lilly" and the many songs she sings. She is also walking really well with the stroller she got for Lilly! So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285308019646645410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvpB-PxKI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wGOS6w0DBg4/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We also spent time with Great Grandpa and Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gerster&lt;/span&gt; and Great Grandpa and Grandma Price. Mia wowed everyone with her excited spirit and joy she brings into every room. She was giggling and screaming....thoroughly enjoying every moment of every party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvO2I6nKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RwrrJZhgZi8/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_Page_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285307569793572002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvO2I6nKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RwrrJZhgZi8/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was a beautiful holiday! I'm already excited for Christmas 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvOePwJWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HgupvGAHgJ0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008_Page_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285307563379795298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVkvOePwJWI/AAAAAAAAAp8/HgupvGAHgJ0/s400/Christmas+2008_Page_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-1495693965046693945?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1495693965046693945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1495693965046693945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1495693965046693945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1495693965046693945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-family-christmas.html' title='Our Family Christmas'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SVky1uX9CJI/AAAAAAAAAq8/s1lRTS6cdyc/s72-c/Christmas+2008_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-640346515180816466</id><published>2008-12-23T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:51:16.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumrole Pa-LEASE.....</title><content type='html'>Tears formed in my eyes last night as I suddenly saw the bright, neon sign that flashed over my daughters head….DADDY’S GIRL *blink blink* DADDY’S GIRL *blink blink*.  As I attempted to rock Mia to sleep, the velvet curtains of life opened wide; the orchestra began to play, and the number one act came out on stage…My Husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the evening grew dark, we sat, for hours…ALERT…giggling, laughing and begging for daddy to continue on.  His act was nothing special.  For most moments he just sat, trying to be discreet, but capturing Mia’s attention none the less.  When daddy would pay attention, Mia giggled and giggled, only enabling the show to continue on.  “BRAVO!  BRAVO!” she would shout, forcing an eternal encore.  She even shared some of her acts with her super star. “I’ll show you my peek-a-boo” she would say, seeking a never disappointing approval from her hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was full of class-acts.  Daddy was the star of the show, capturing our daughter’s full attention, and causing her to not want to miss a moment of the happenings.  Eventually, we ran out of time.  The audience was leaving, and the stage hands were tired; it was time to take the final bow.  So, as daddy performed his final act, he snuggled Mia into his arms and carried her off into “La-La Land;” a place where, evidently, Daddy is the only acceptable form of transportation these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-640346515180816466?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/640346515180816466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=640346515180816466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/640346515180816466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/640346515180816466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/drumrole-pa-lease.html' title='Drumrole Pa-LEASE.....'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5152283837171551053</id><published>2008-12-15T14:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:22:23.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best...in a long time</title><content type='html'>This weekend was one of the best weekends I have had in a long time. I title it My Birthday Weekend…not to be confused with My Birthday Week, which follows the actual birth day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was a beautiful evening. Mia stayed with Grandpa and Grandma while Casey and I went to a Christmas banquet at the Antlers Hilton. We got all dressed up for our “night on the town.” It was so much fun being out and about, and a nice treat not having the pink diaper bag and baby stroller in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we spent the day just the two of us. We slept in, and then lounged around making a delicious egg casserole for breakfast and not actually getting ready for the day until about noon. After lunch at a “hole in the wall” Chinese restaurant, we did a little window shopping at the mall and then headed off to watch…duh-duh-duuuuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Day the Earth Stood Still"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280129497997229826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SUbJzZgvvwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wCG41OtzHVA/s200/day+the+earth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was, um, ok. Not my favorite of all time, but it was fun to be out at the theaters! I took advantage of a little snuggling and the feeling like I was on a real date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we headed to my parents house for a birthday celebration! And…SURPRISE!!!! My brother, Nate, surprised me a with a weekend visit for my birthday! I was so ecstatic! I haven’t seen him in so long, and am not going to be able to see him until after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Casey took me up to the Cheesecake Factory, in Denver, for dinner – which actually turned into just dessert since the wait for dinner was almost 2 hours. I do love being in the city. We had Mia bundled up in the stroller and we walked around downtown, enjoying the city feel and all the Christmas lights. Mia’s little finger was going crazy as she pointed to all the fun and interesting things catching her attention. It was so adorable, especially as her cute little cheeks began to show a red, frosty tint. She, of course, fell asleep in the middle of dinner, so we wrapped her up in a coat and allowed her to sleep in the booth. Seriously, life is so much better when you are all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday…equals…MY BIRTHDAY! I absolutely love my birthday! I woke up and there was a beautiful blanket of snow covering Colorado Springs. With flurries in the air, I knew it was going to be a perfect day. We went to church where the pastor spoke on a wonderful subject. It just touched both Casey and I in our current situation. Then we headed off to the mall (again…seriously. I got my husband there twice in one weekend!) for some birthday shopping and casual dining! It was so fun. Mia and I headed off to spend birthday money, as Casey went to by me some birthday presents. It was so lovely. After an afternoon of present opening and long winter naps, we closed the evening with one of the best movies made this year… &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"P.S. I Love You"… seriously, everyone should watch this movie. I absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280129506104662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SUbJz3ttWMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rLZVI0WsHFA/s200/PSILY400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was a wonderful weekend, full of anything “birthday” I could think of…LOVELY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5152283837171551053?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5152283837171551053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5152283837171551053&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5152283837171551053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5152283837171551053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-bestin-long-time.html' title='One of the best...in a long time'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SUbJzZgvvwI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wCG41OtzHVA/s72-c/day+the+earth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-3288350028585576307</id><published>2008-12-10T13:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:20:58.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Season...Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decorating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrapping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Transiberian Orchestra - Christmas Style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas Season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278257878655324706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SUAjk0IoUiI/AAAAAAAAAos/_ocw5ZRlV40/s200/Copy+of+IMG_0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-3288350028585576307?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3288350028585576307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=3288350028585576307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3288350028585576307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3288350028585576307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-seasonfinally.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Season...Finally!'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SUAjk0IoUiI/AAAAAAAAAos/_ocw5ZRlV40/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_0650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4090422671744780634</id><published>2008-12-01T09:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:31:21.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE" Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is. The one, AND ONLY, 2008 Christmas Card Picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274859911178818722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/STQRJE3DFKI/AAAAAAAAAok/htdvPz5jmrQ/s200/EricEmilyWed_209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&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/1294766054814186788-4090422671744780634?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4090422671744780634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4090422671744780634&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4090422671744780634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4090422671744780634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture.html' title='&quot;THE&quot; Picture'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/STQRJE3DFKI/AAAAAAAAAok/htdvPz5jmrQ/s72-c/EricEmilyWed_209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4993285772846346492</id><published>2008-11-26T16:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:16:59.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My top ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With Thanksgiving tomorrow, and Internet access limited today, I am feverishly jotting down my Thanksgivings. At first I thought, don't do anything corny like a top ten or anything. But. Really? Is the tradition of listing out that which one is thankful for really all that corny? I don't want to commit a major blog faux pas, but I embrace the importance of truly remembering all those things that I take for granted and should always remember to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, my top ten thanksgivings: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who bears my horrible sins upon His own shoulders in order to rescue me from an eternity of despair and utter damnation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband who loves me through all my flaws, idiosyncrasies, and stretch marks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My beautiful daughter who lights up my face and my heart at the mere mention of her name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A family who loves me through thick and thin, and who decided that normal just wasn't going to be them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends that are there to the very end...even when the distance seems cavernous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A job that helps provide for our family financially and bring me a little bit of joy throughout the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A house, two vehicles, lots of "stuff" and all the other little comforts that put me in the world-wide minority rather than majority&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A country that allows me to practice my beliefs and live my own life without fear of losing it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belonging to a church that believes in preaching the truth, protecting orphans and widows, and being involved in the community we live in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gifts and abilities that the Lord has blessed me with for a certain purpose, revealed at only those perfect moments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all! Try looking at things optimistically this weekend. You truly do have it better than you probably remember. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4993285772846346492?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4993285772846346492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4993285772846346492&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4993285772846346492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4993285772846346492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-top-ten.html' title='My top ten'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5230403387069424008</id><published>2008-11-20T17:05:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:29:25.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good mom book"</title><content type='html'>Over my few months of parenting, there are many things I have learned that not only spur my daughter on to greatness, but allow her the ability to be herself and explore all the ways this can be achieved. Through wise council, a library of full of those who have paved the road before me, and pure mother instinct, I pass on these few tidbits to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nutrition. I have all the basics to cover the "color wheel" of nutrition. I'm teaching her to not be a picky eater and to enjoy the meal times we have together. She loves the dinner table, talking to Jesus (unless she's a Hungry Hippo), and entertaining us with the many different sounds that truly mean "more please." She's a good, healthy eater....no one will ever accuse her of eating like a bird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appropriate dress. Yes. I'm already teaching the importance of accessorizing. I tell her that, of course you don't need those cute, size 2 shoes, but they sure make the outfit! Alongside this important concept, I am teaching her the importance of bundling up and above all, how to be modest and not over-expose to those young little boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-esteem. We always laugh at each other. We laugh at daddy. We laugh at mommy. And we laugh at Mia. Mia will always know that her personality is exactly perfect the way she is. Not only that, there is concern in our eyes when we sense something wrong. And there is excitement on our face when something is positive and good natured. Mia will be raised in an environment where expressing your feelings and concerns are never looked down upon or brushed aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Fitness. We have a strict policy with Mia to always put the time into her overall fitness level. With a mandatory amount of arm curls, we control the amount of flab hanging off Mia's cute little arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898758399106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SSX-fo1tHzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/WlWt_xwJZNw/s200/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898765222768274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SSX-gCQl7pI/AAAAAAAAAoM/QmuWEcx9NOo/s200/IMG_0632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898771966240322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SSX-gbYXJkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fWF7EGhgdik/s200/IMG_0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898774432881074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SSX-gkkdGbI/AAAAAAAAAoc/80yudG1X3To/s200/IMG_0627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270898764449601298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SSX-f_YQVxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/UFW1SgGLU1E/s200/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ta-DA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5230403387069424008?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5230403387069424008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5230403387069424008&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5230403387069424008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5230403387069424008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-mom-book.html' title='&quot;Good mom book&quot;'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SSX-fo1tHzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/WlWt_xwJZNw/s72-c/IMG_0622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-717289385449337317</id><published>2008-11-10T15:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:13:22.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Was there something in the formula I gave her? Maybe it was all that spinach she just gobbles up? Over night, our adorable little Mia has grown up. She almost looks like a little toddler instead of that once wee little baby. I don't know if I'm good at this growing up thing...I think mommy needs a little more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, she sure is adorable! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267155286438946162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRix05EDpXI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0cCMXxgqBo4/s200/riding+in+the+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-717289385449337317?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/717289385449337317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=717289385449337317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/717289385449337317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/717289385449337317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-night.html' title='Over Night'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRix05EDpXI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0cCMXxgqBo4/s72-c/riding+in+the+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7183946000233589604</id><published>2008-11-04T07:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:57:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtless Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBioiPJPTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RDNbNPfbjiE/s1600-h/IMG_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816412920724786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBioiPJPTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RDNbNPfbjiE/s200/IMG_0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBinHaIz4I/AAAAAAAAAnM/ibgf-HQCgBE/s1600-h/IMG_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816388539207554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBinHaIz4I/AAAAAAAAAnM/ibgf-HQCgBE/s200/IMG_0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBio49EtSI/AAAAAAAAAns/aTMftsttvDs/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816419018945826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBio49EtSI/AAAAAAAAAns/aTMftsttvDs/s200/IMG_0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBioKu-TKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zBPFAB_OmpM/s1600-h/IMG_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816406611774626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBioKu-TKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zBPFAB_OmpM/s200/IMG_0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBin2hrlBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YPiN04RrCW4/s1600-h/IMG_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264816401187312658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBin2hrlBI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YPiN04RrCW4/s200/IMG_0607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7183946000233589604?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7183946000233589604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7183946000233589604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7183946000233589604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7183946000233589604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughtless-tuesday.html' title='Thoughtless Tuesday'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SRBioiPJPTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RDNbNPfbjiE/s72-c/IMG_0611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-3304789386085456816</id><published>2008-11-03T08:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:47:57.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Plug</title><content type='html'>I'm not one to throw politics in ones face. I'm passionate about our country in my own little way, but expect everyone else to be adult enough to come up with their own decision and views about our country's future just as I have. It's a freedom that I take very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard someone say once that "it isn't our duty to choose our future leaders. It is our duty to be faithful to the Lord and His truths, voting solely on what we believe His truths and passions are for His people." What a sobering, yet freeing, thought to know that this decision isn't mine. The future of our country rests in our Lord's hands no matter what direction it goes in. Our future leader is already ordained for our nation; the Lord already knows where we are going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why do we vote? First, the beauty of living in a country as we do, is that we have the freedom to speak up and give our opinions. We have a say in how our country is operating, with the freedom to present concerns and bring about changes. Because we are a unique country in this way, we must take advantage of the freedoms we are allowed, knowing that there are many across this world who are not as privileged as we are. Second, it is our chance to be faithful to the Lord and the ways He is leading us to govern our own lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is sacred to our Lord - stand up and protect those who can not protect themselves! Choose a leader who will fight alongside you in this effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marriage is a perfect institution designed by our Lord - fight for your family and the holy commitment called marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;America is full of freedoms allowing one to be their own person and make decisions pertaining to their individual family. Choose someone who will allow you to make these decision and not allow the government to creep into every area of your life and decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, Vote! Stand up for this country...but most of all, be faithful to the Lord and stand up for His causes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264458140169489506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQ8cyUO3TGI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1UOTZ68sERQ/s200/voting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-3304789386085456816?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3304789386085456816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=3304789386085456816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3304789386085456816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3304789386085456816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/political-plug.html' title='Political Plug'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQ8cyUO3TGI/AAAAAAAAAnE/1UOTZ68sERQ/s72-c/voting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-675946011720703538</id><published>2008-10-27T09:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:36:28.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Gerber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261886802370388994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQX6KweaZAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/8HFxIeL-5T0/s200/IMG_0593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261886807038011586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQX6LB3QqMI/AAAAAAAAAms/-DK5X9YQGFA/s200/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261886816295336434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQX6LkWYOfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ion1bmzO0H0/s200/IMG_0597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261886824185714274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQX6MBvl1mI/AAAAAAAAAm8/35Hc6oDyDCk/s200/IMG_0598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The images you are missing are the way Mia styled her hair with this new found product, and the pretty ways she tie-dyed her adorable clothes. The adventure into new dietary options resulted in a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Picasso&lt;/span&gt; in the making."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-675946011720703538?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/675946011720703538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=675946011720703538&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/675946011720703538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/675946011720703538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-gerber.html' title='Thank you, Gerber'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQX6KweaZAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/8HFxIeL-5T0/s72-c/IMG_0593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-3012429406089691828</id><published>2008-10-24T14:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:09:44.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggle, Giggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweet, innocent sound of a little one's giggle. There is nothing more precious. The wrinkling nose, the quickly grasped hands, the squinted eyes...it just melts your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy, by far, is our biggest form of entertainment. He is such a wonderful daddy! These are some things daddy plays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby helicopter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Football carry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chasing bunny rabbits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Snugs" (snuggling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jumping off the couch and daddy catching &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny sound effects and silly faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each of these fun activities are followed by a rewarding giggle and full out body excitement. It's the only reward and motivation daddy needs to continue on in the same pattern. Mommy gets so jealous that so much glee is aimed in daddy's direction, that she tries to join in, BUT, it just isn't the same. That father/daughter connection is just too strong in our house (I even heard daddy tell Princess Pretty that she had him wrapped around her precious little finger! ... it's true! I heard it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, alas, mommy has settled for trying to capture these endearing moments on film. But the moment Mia sees the camera she just poses, enamored by what could be happening with that "small, shiny thing"... So, until I can be sneaky enough, you will have to settle for this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260828592410982914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQI3u1Lf-gI/AAAAAAAAAmc/BViPjlBzpJg/s200/giggle+giggle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-3012429406089691828?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3012429406089691828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=3012429406089691828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3012429406089691828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3012429406089691828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/giggle-giggle.html' title='Giggle, Giggle'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SQI3u1Lf-gI/AAAAAAAAAmc/BViPjlBzpJg/s72-c/giggle+giggle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-6763310357781247124</id><published>2008-10-21T15:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:57:23.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times with Aunt Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P8E3qKQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/60qzeF0qnjw/s1600-h/eatting+my+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259729308333254914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P8E3qKQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/60qzeF0qnjw/s200/eatting+my+cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P8m1q0qI/AAAAAAAAAl8/44b6pvoXMsw/s1600-h/IMG_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259729317451715234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P8m1q0qI/AAAAAAAAAl8/44b6pvoXMsw/s200/IMG_1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P8-WmOUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VYh-RSpzDd0/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259729323763841346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P8-WmOUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/VYh-RSpzDd0/s200/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P9EjIyJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2Cafs9MoyOg/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259729325427050642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P9EjIyJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2Cafs9MoyOg/s200/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P9avCTqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/FSVAGHajXUU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259729331382537890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P9avCTqI/AAAAAAAAAmU/FSVAGHajXUU/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Emily gives me cookies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Emily snuggles with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Emily plays with me and buys me toys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunt Emily makes me laugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Aunt Emily!&lt;br /&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/1294766054814186788-6763310357781247124?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6763310357781247124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=6763310357781247124&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6763310357781247124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6763310357781247124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-times-with-aunt-emily.html' title='Fun times with Aunt Emily'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SP5P8E3qKQI/AAAAAAAAAl0/60qzeF0qnjw/s72-c/eatting+my+cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4644337881029173562</id><published>2008-10-17T12:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:45:04.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you asked</title><content type='html'>Thank you, all, for your encouragement off of my last post! I'm encouraged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; stories of the same struggle to lose the baby fat and the dreams of the "what used to be" bodies. It's fun to suffer through this change with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to answers your "what works for you" questions, I have pondered, polled, and investigated the things in my life that may be helping. Unfortunately, I'm not coming up with anything that looks significant. However, there are a few things that, in theory, could be contributing to my weight loss victories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Tea&lt;/strong&gt; - my husband read a few studies on the fact that green tea can help with weight loss. He uses a natural green tea extract that has no sugar, no flavor...no thank you. However, I've tried my hand at the green tea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;, drinking the all so delicious "Green Tea and Orange Spice" combination, and have notices a more rapid decrease in weight since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portion Control&lt;/strong&gt; - I'm not even going to pretend that I'm anywhere near being great at this, however, I'm trying to train myself to eat only when I'm hungry and to slow down in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; so my brain can catch up. I have noticed that my snacking desires have slowed down because of this, and that I'm not overly stuffing myself at dinners. Plus, I do have an 8 month old who requires most of my time at the dinner table. So in the midst of feeding her dinner, my bites get few and far between! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar&lt;/strong&gt; - My husband and I have been fairly sensitive to items containing a lot of sugar. We have tried to stay away from these things, and use substitutes when necessary. Yes. We do have a box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fudgecicles&lt;/span&gt; that forever reside in our freezer, but we do get the "no sugar added" kind (which are amazingly delicious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fudgy&lt;/span&gt;) and they have much less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; then the regular kind. I have also tried to cut down on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;continuous&lt;/span&gt; candy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;munching&lt;/span&gt;. This proves to be difficult when wherever I turn there is a candy bowl full of all my favorites...but it helps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken, Chicken, and, did I mention, chicken?&lt;/strong&gt; - We eat a lot of chicken. Yes, because it has good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt;, but mostly because it is cheap. Canned Chicken, Chicken Breasts and Ground Turkey are staples in our house. You can make numerous healthy and quick meals with all three, so we stock up. As you already know, chicken provides your body with many things you need without the added "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt;" stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working Out&lt;/strong&gt; - Anyone who knows me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; Mia, is aware that I did my fair share of working out. My husband is a regular at the local gym, and I would eagerly (for the most part) tag along, working out beside him, and watching my body slowly tone up. Even during pregnancy, I was at the gym, doing all I could between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nausea&lt;/span&gt; fits and B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;raxton&lt;/span&gt; Hicks, trying to keep my body healthy. Post Mia has been a different story. In the first few months, I could tote her along to the gym, as I tried to shed those ugly leftovers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; she would sleep wherever she was. However, as her schedule solidified, trips to the gym for mommy has become more of a past-life. So, I am now stuck with Saturday and Sunday being my workout days, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; day off work. As my husband tells me, though, "every little bit helps."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I know it's not that helpful, but I have noticed that through implementing these the last few months, the pounds have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; much quicker. Hope this gives you some ideas! Good luck on your efforts, too...I feel the pain! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4644337881029173562?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4644337881029173562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4644337881029173562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4644337881029173562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4644337881029173562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-you-asked.html' title='Because you asked'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2012472597179925760</id><published>2008-10-14T15:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:42:15.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pre-pregnancy weight. 148 lbs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pre-delivery weight. 202 lbs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 months post-pregnancy weight. 147 lbs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. We celebrated! Beer brats and fudgecicles. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final goal. 140 lbs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we will celebrate then, too. Fancy style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2012472597179925760?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2012472597179925760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2012472597179925760&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2012472597179925760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2012472597179925760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4140095329538411607</id><published>2008-10-13T09:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:22:58.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; warm spiced cider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;burnt orange and cranberry red...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homemade pumpkin pie under fluffy whipped cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turtle-necked sweaters and knee high boots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smell of wet leaves underfoot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roasted pumpkin seeds with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cayenne&lt;/span&gt; pepper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brisk wind blowing through ones hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crusty boogers on the baby's nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hay bails&lt;/span&gt; and scarecrows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, yes! It's Fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256658268457640786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SPNm2B0Jo1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/BA6lgvzvjNY/s200/Fall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256658267631345778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SPNm1-vJYHI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4ClAAgVvAe8/s200/can+I+eat+these+leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4140095329538411607?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4140095329538411607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4140095329538411607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4140095329538411607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4140095329538411607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-fall.html' title='It&apos;s Fall!'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SPNm2B0Jo1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/BA6lgvzvjNY/s72-c/Fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8778187140357051782</id><published>2008-10-10T16:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:21:21.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why's it so dusty...</title><content type='html'>I sit. Staring.  Trying to get my fingers to communicate the thoughts mixed up between my heart and my head.  I can't even sift through the mental and emotional boxes scattered across the confusion I call a brain, and yet I hope that my fingers can magically categorize and inventory all that is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lids dusty. *cough cough*  Really dusty! That's what I thought. "The Lottery." This box contains all those exotic trips, time offs from work, dreams of grand adventures.  A huge house, many children, - both adopted and natural.  The beach house. The vacation house....yes. We probably shouldn't open this lid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here is the "Options" box.  I try not to visit this one too much, but keep it close for easy access.  There are job options in here.  Housing options.  Children options.  Areas where we can improve or do something different that would benefit our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a box? Oh yes.  This is what I call "Drama."  Need I say more? It's been kicked, tossed, damaged and bruised.  I get so stinking sick of this box I could just scream!  There are memories of nasty comments and cutting remarks.  There are engraved plaques of pointed out failures and rulers of just missing the mark.  There are awards for the "biggest loser" and IOU's to those we love. I get so frustrated with this box and the hurt that it tells of, especially from those where "blood flows thicker than water."  It's more full than it should be, and that's unfortunate, for these things are never forgotten - especially between those you once trusted and held in high regard.  You just don't do that to family.  This box has been abused and all because of pride and selfish ambition. Can we throw this one away, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...the "Creative" box.  I love this box!  I want to make this box a little bigger so I can fully crawl inside and be enveloped by all of the creative juices that continually flow.  I desire to see my creative visions of home and entertainment come alive - to relax in the comfort of pure creative makings.  I want to smell nothing else but the hot glue gun, scraps of paper, or hear the constant sound of, what would be, my sewing machine making beautiful masterpieces.  I want to splatter acrylic paint across my jeans and call it a work of art!  I love to escape to this box.  Unfortunately, this box has more cobwebs than I'd like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This box is a mess.  Actually, I need to get an over sized, Rubbermaid tub for this box.  The sides are busting at the seams; the duct tape will no longer hold it all together. "Real Life." The bills.  The priorities. The schedules.  It's all out of control with no way to reign it all in.  The minutes that fly by.  The hours that turn into days that seem wasted through the toil of everyday labor.  The wants that slip through the cracks, as the list of needs grow longer.  The headaches that plague from who knows where. It's all there.  Bursting at the seams. Ready to explode at anytime.  This one we hide, under a pretty, fuzzy blanket, so no one can see the true chaos that we call "real life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shines.  I polish it.  It's "Family." I crave the time when I can pull the lid of this box and let all the contents escape into pure perfection.  I crave the moments when we gather around the table for dinner and talk to Jesus, thanking him for all of our blessings.  I love the moments where we sit to watch Jeopardy and Mia tries to talk louder than the volume of the TV.  I love sitting by the bathtub as I watch Mia splash with so much excitement that she topples over in the most un-graceful way possible.  I love wrapping up my little "papoose" in her purple towel and carrying her to daddy for her "wet kisses."  I love driving in the car as Casey and I sing made up songs to Mia Bella.  I love listening to my handsome husband tickle Mia to the point of hysterical giggling.  I love listening to Casey's baby voice as he whispers sweet nothings to our beautiful daughter. I'm proud to be known as Mrs. Casey Gerster, and proud to be known as Mia's mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. No more box hunting for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8778187140357051782?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8778187140357051782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8778187140357051782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8778187140357051782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8778187140357051782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/whys-it-so-dusty.html' title='Why&apos;s it so dusty...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4337801215685834075</id><published>2008-10-01T10:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:57:31.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr4mc4rYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_OZIqb5QpEY/s1600-h/DSCN2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252230579326856578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr4mc4rYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_OZIqb5QpEY/s200/DSCN2148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr4rb5UwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vLq0D8e4mUU/s1600-h/DSCN2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252230580664881922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr4rb5UwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vLq0D8e4mUU/s200/DSCN2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr41ZtfnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NKXYjgMmZLk/s1600-h/DSCN2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252230583340072562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr41ZtfnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NKXYjgMmZLk/s200/DSCN2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr5IrzfRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Oof9Y66odCQ/s1600-h/DSCN2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252230588516236562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr5IrzfRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Oof9Y66odCQ/s200/DSCN2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOq8TRx_4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/jb4wcry0kJ0/s1600-h/DSCN2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229543387856770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOq8TRx_4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/jb4wcry0kJ0/s200/DSCN2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOq8vtCuFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XUqORGjJ5nM/s1600-h/DSCN2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229551018391634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOq8vtCuFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XUqORGjJ5nM/s200/DSCN2149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOq8z_oruI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1CQWUSs7CmY/s1600-h/DSCN2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229552170118882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOq8z_oruI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1CQWUSs7CmY/s200/DSCN2150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOq9KOO2cI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8z0KN_CvTqs/s1600-h/DSCN2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229558136920514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOq9KOO2cI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8z0KN_CvTqs/s200/DSCN2151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4337801215685834075?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4337801215685834075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4337801215685834075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4337801215685834075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4337801215685834075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOOr4mc4rYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_OZIqb5QpEY/s72-c/DSCN2148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4126846636754494001</id><published>2008-09-29T09:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:38:32.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the COLORADO air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seattle. We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But. Colorado, we never want to leave you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our trip to Seattle was fun! Busy. But fun. It was great to see some family we see almost never, and even see people whom Casey has never met before. Mia was a huge hit, and did really well on our trip. She took the flight well, sleeping all the way except for those brief minutes she woke up to look around at everyone and flash them her gorgeous smile. She was a hit. During the wedding preparations, while mommy was knee deep in details and coordination, Mia floated from person to person and was calm and lovely the whole way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wedding was perfect. The details came together nicely. The wedding was right on schedule, and there wasn't too many hiccups to ruin the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of our time there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251464829595799666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODzcGaD0HI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tHIuPHGZ5xk/s200/IMG_0577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251464837707574722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODzckoDrcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ouFFlovnPsQ/s200/IMG_0581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251464851084567826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODzdWdYZRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/GP-f1fT13K8/s200/IMG_2701_5_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251464861096392306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODzd7wYtnI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iIG-qc-70so/s200/IMG_2703_7_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251464865559746594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODzeMYiGCI/AAAAAAAAAco/oeCOKe4FhKg/s200/IMG_2744_39_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (we took a limo to the Melting Pot.  It was delicious!  And we got Emily a bunch of embarrassing gifts!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251466140565937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOD0oaJsnhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1racj0Yg0P8/s200/DSCN2056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251466144687349666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOD0opgUX6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/6sptxS3vwi4/s200/DSCN2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(there was plenty of rough play!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251466151359432018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOD0pCXERVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/0ug-QhQ_WI4/s200/IMG_0585.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Uncle Spencer put Mia right to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251463696099740338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODyaHziirI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WykTccc6Tgw/s200/534033-R1-070-33A_034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251463695614861298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODyaF_73_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/EI2bsDXrEVU/s200/P9200417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251463703532076994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODyajfi_8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/z1qyjcnrxTA/s200/P9200446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251463710574628402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODya9unzjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/R-fJf_nTdIg/s200/P9200449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251466156245627026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOD0pUkBsJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DjGknoxaC50/s200/P9200465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Mia danced the night away with Uncle Nate)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251463716687660434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODybUgFRZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vS5DO3aSKKs/s200/P9200461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251466157255089650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SOD0pYUs3fI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jhrKdkWrJ4k/s200/IMG_0586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(So sleepy!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4126846636754494001?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4126846636754494001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4126846636754494001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4126846636754494001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4126846636754494001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-colorado-air.html' title='I love the COLORADO air...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SODzcGaD0HI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tHIuPHGZ5xk/s72-c/IMG_0577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8283349672285048474</id><published>2008-09-15T17:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:29:13.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dum-duh-dumdum</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://www.thesamuellife.blogspot.com/"&gt;brother and his way totally awesome, Eric doesn't deserve her, fiance&lt;/a&gt; are getting married this weekend. In Seattle. Washington.  Yup. Our first plane ride with Mia, and, since they now charge for every piece of packed luggage, we are carrying everything on.  The challenge: packing 3 super cute, totally doesn't scream mom, outfits, with adorable shoes, that fits into half of the shared carry-on sized suitcase.  But. Friends!  I'm doing it.  I have completely exhausted all of my resources in understand all the rules and regulations for infant travel - I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons I'm nervous:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mia is in her squealing  - did I mention squealing? - stage&lt;br /&gt;2. Mia doesn't understand "shhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;3. Security may mistake my baby formula for cocaine&lt;br /&gt;4. What if I don't have enough pairs of shoes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, mostly, I'm excited for this little trip we finally get to take as a family.  It is going to be so fun spending time with other family members and celebrating Eric and Emily's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advise on infant travel?  I'm all ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8283349672285048474?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8283349672285048474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8283349672285048474&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8283349672285048474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8283349672285048474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/dum-duh-dumdum.html' title='dum-duh-dumdum'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1362917751393205929</id><published>2008-09-02T09:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:35:51.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Shmuesday...</title><content type='html'>What a fun weekend we had as a family. One of the things we wanted to do was get Mia's 6 month pictures taken. Since we have a tight budget for the next year, we decided to do them ourselves. So, with one white sheet, plenty of sunlight, a smiling daughter, and a digital camera, we set to work. Here are a few of our favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447120356608578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SL1cYrXZikI/AAAAAAAAAac/NzIEfVVIVyc/s200/IMG_0538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447122597134818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SL1cYztlQeI/AAAAAAAAAak/EZ3UUNJcmSg/s200/IMG_0540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447133587258754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SL1cZcp1PYI/AAAAAAAAAas/hxCK65bt-Sg/s200/IMG_0520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447134956514434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SL1cZhwSbII/AAAAAAAAAa0/rEMbt9Xk2Ys/s200/IMG_0523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447140500206610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SL1cZ2aAdBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/oBUPpNLW-oA/s200/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447953240444722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SL1dJKGYTzI/AAAAAAAAAbM/kQbKHlVyF5E/s200/IMG_0502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241447962433331746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SL1dJsWIoiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/kOQ0uBubqzE/s200/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-1362917751393205929?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1362917751393205929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1362917751393205929&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1362917751393205929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1362917751393205929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-shmuesday.html' title='Tuesday Shmuesday...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SL1cYrXZikI/AAAAAAAAAac/NzIEfVVIVyc/s72-c/IMG_0538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-411730215153457139</id><published>2008-08-27T09:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:20:47.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She speaks</title><content type='html'>At first, we were unaware of the magical step Miss Mia just took. She lay on the floor, staring as mommy took each bite of her delicious food. It started with a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whimpers&lt;/span&gt; and waving her hand up in the air, fingers moving back and forth. Then more fuss came out of that cute little mouth with both hands in the air, fingers moving. Then it was all out screams, hands moving furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Light bulb*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia was signing to mommy! Not only was she signing, but she was SCREAMING with her hands by the time I actually realized what was going on. It is actually quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comical&lt;/span&gt; to watch her throw a temper-tantrum with her hands. (Though, naughty-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; should never be rewarded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239232894792986162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SLV-jyWtbjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pBrBH1qgAdE/s200/aslmilk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Milk! Mommy...I want Milk!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of her! I thought it would take much more time for her to catch on to her Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Einstein&lt;/span&gt; videos. But she knows what she wants! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-411730215153457139?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/411730215153457139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=411730215153457139&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/411730215153457139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/411730215153457139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-speaks.html' title='She speaks'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SLV-jyWtbjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pBrBH1qgAdE/s72-c/aslmilk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-693934620425340458</id><published>2008-08-20T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:20:38.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speachless</title><content type='html'>Dear lover ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't explain how much my heart overflows with love for you. You have spoiled me rotten in your words of endearment, loving gestures, and acts of service pointed in my direction. Last night, in my exhaustion, I looked around the house and all I could see was chaos...and yet, I needed to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tucking me into bed, with the sweetest of kisses, you went downstairs to perform your magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacuuming&lt;br /&gt;Un-loading the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;Loading the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;Tidying the rooms&lt;br /&gt;Organizing Mia's toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my hero!  I definitely don't deserve you and I am a better woman because you chose to walk through life with me.  Thank you for asking me to be your wife.  It's been the best time of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-693934620425340458?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/693934620425340458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=693934620425340458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/693934620425340458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/693934620425340458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/speachless.html' title='Speachless'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8950142794513577764</id><published>2008-08-19T11:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:16:52.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He deserves a Klondike Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Scene:&lt;/strong&gt; Baby Mia is crying out of pain and desperate need for attention (red lights on the baby monitor all flashing at once).  She has already been put to bed once, isn't hungry, and there is no way to console her besides rocking her tenderly.  Laundry is piled on the bed (center stage) with an ironing board positioned just in front of the bed.  Pillows and other bed accessories are characteristically thrown all over stage right.  The TV is blaring the latest Olympic victory.  Rocking recliner chair facing the TV, positioned front stage left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey&lt;/strong&gt;:  (rocking back and forth in the chair) "Mia's waking up again.  Poor girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin&lt;/strong&gt;:  (ironing intently) "I know. Will you go get her?  I'll go get her bottle and see if she's hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exit stage*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Casey enters stage left, carrying baby Mia, sits in the rocking chair trying to keep and already alert baby calmed down*&lt;br /&gt;*Erin enters stage left, carrying a 6 ounce bottle of formula and burp cloth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey:&lt;/strong&gt; "Here you go mommy. (stands up to relinquish the rocker, and hand Mia over to mommy)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin:&lt;/strong&gt;  (to Mia) "Hi sweetheart.  Why are you awake again?  Are you hungry?"  (look over at laundry pile, back toward the clock, back at the laundry pile and sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rock, rock, rock*&lt;br /&gt;*Casey picks up iron and starts ironing the clothes pile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin:&lt;/strong&gt; "What are you doing!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ironing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin: &lt;/strong&gt;"Thanks, my love!  I don't even believe it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey:&lt;/strong&gt;  "I do it because I love you. Oh, by the way, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so enjoy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin:&lt;/strong&gt; "Stay there. I'm going to get the camera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey:&lt;/strong&gt; "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin:&lt;/strong&gt;  "Um, so I can brag on my blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey:&lt;/strong&gt; "No way. They don't want to see my ugly face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin:&lt;/strong&gt; "Whatever! Please? Please? Please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casey:&lt;/strong&gt; "No way. You can just write about it.  Tell them I wouldn't allow you to use the camera!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End Scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8950142794513577764?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8950142794513577764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8950142794513577764&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8950142794513577764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8950142794513577764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-deserves-klondike-bar.html' title='He deserves a Klondike Bar'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-9125697299161773995</id><published>2008-08-12T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:31:20.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To cut or not to cut...</title><content type='html'>Well. It's done. My new "do." And I ABSOLUTELY love it! I actually feel like it is the best haircut in a long time. I was getting my haircut at Toni &amp;amp; Guy, and they do a great job, however, I wasn't totally satisfied with the look I was getting. It didn't quite match the grand picture in my head. So, I tried someone new...actually she is a friend of mine who works at a small salon, in Palmer Lake, called HairPlay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I tried to go close to option #4, since that was the most favored. However, in order to not totally shock my husband with the drastic length difference, I kept it a little longer. The cut still has the wonderful appeal of a short "do." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*drum role pa-lease.....*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638505920802354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKGeffw3LjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lCpLtfmAJys/s200/IMG_0458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638507980525906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKGefnb8EVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OewqZjCSBiM/s200/IMG_0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638511627127602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKGef1BWyzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rA8S_jQehQg/s200/IMG_0460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638521132670946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKGegYbp3-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/VuqkLCmajvI/s200/IMG_0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-9125697299161773995?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9125697299161773995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=9125697299161773995&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/9125697299161773995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/9125697299161773995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-cut-or-not-to-cut.html' title='To cut or not to cut...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKGeffw3LjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/lCpLtfmAJys/s72-c/IMG_0458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2301093750988798241</id><published>2008-08-11T10:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:46:09.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I "ZOO" like the monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Casey received a free trip to the Zoo this weekend, so we all trekked up Cheyenne mountain to experience the wonderful Zoo together. This was Mia's first time, and though she was a little unsure of what was going on, she really took in the sights, colors, smells, and overall experience. It was a blast. Here is our adventure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The clock struck 5:30 PM as Mommy and Mia anxiously awaited Daddy's arrival so that we could head on out. Dressed in our most cute, yet casual clothes, we sat. Tick Tick Tick...."There he is!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Act nonchalant, Mia."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey Honey! How was your work out? Ready to go? HUH? HUH? HUH?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweatshirts? Check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diaper Bag? Check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tennis Shoes? Check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purse and money? Check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby? HA! Check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup! We were ready - so we headed out. It had been raining off and on all day, so as we drove down the Interstate, with the windshield wipers going, we prayed for a clearing to so we could enjoy the night. Praise the Lord, it stopped! A slight drizzle in the beginning, but then a lovely, calm evening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mia was so excited for our little adventure. As Daddy pushed her in the stroller she gazed at the beautiful trees and bright colors that strolled on past. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233316350385525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB5fk35EcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mV0w0v1_GxI/s200/IMG_0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233312093120860226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB1nxU5kEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zLU6gcvZ9Hg/s200/IMG_0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First we went to the Monkey house, where it must have been everyone's bed time. They were all hiding in the various corners uninterested in the cute little baby we were holding up (yes, we were trying to bribe the animals closer with a cute little girl.) We were sure to point them out to Mia. She was really wide eyed when she could see the cute little creatures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233312100595295890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB1oNK8ZpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/c4_pPLRCjnU/s200/IMG_0424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233312108420710994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB1oqUqwlI/AAAAAAAAAYU/fol9xT8BpHs/s200/IMG_0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;The bears were quite entertaining as they swam around in their little area, and roamed back in forth. Mia's eyes were glued on their every move. And the lions...oh the Lions! They lay there like they were the king of the jungle. We even heard some of them roar which made little Mia's head look around in curiosity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233312114830919810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB1pCM-yII/AAAAAAAAAYc/TfRqn_lDlFc/s200/IMG_0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233313251613873282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB2rNDKFII/AAAAAAAAAYk/paVRfg268aU/s200/IMG_0430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233313260478607602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB2ruErMPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aYUJ7CCLjuM/s200/IMG_0431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233313266938223058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB2sGIxGdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/i9sK1FJAELo/s200/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then came the spotted leopord. I apologize for the blurry picture, but it kept pacing back and forth. Mommy held Mia up to look at the pretty leopord. It stopped. Looked in our direction. And sniffed the air as if to say "yum. Baby!" Daddy, being the protective man that he is, stepped over and growled in the direction of the leopord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233313270694532290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB2sUIV1MI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HhrQdYM5f-4/s200/IMG_0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"GRRRRRRR" the leopord leaped at Daddy, all four paws off of the ground, straight for the fence! The fence rattled, and mommy and daddy jumped back in shock! It was crazy. Daddy stared at the leopord, it lowered his head, and collapsed on the ground in total submission. It was so crazy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, that was fun!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then...we found the petting zoo! How fun. There were two little goats walking around, and Mia was able to get face to face with them. It was so cute how intense she was at looking at them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233313282248824978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB2s_LGWJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/mR4AkwEeIxQ/s200/IMG_0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About this time, Mia started to fade -- FAST. It was getting dark, and it seemed she had no interest to see anything else. However, for Mommy and Daddy, the night had just begun. So, as Mia dozed off, Mommy and Daddy walked around through the "African experience" to visit the giraffes and other interesting animals. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we stopped by this little platform that was surrounded by a monkey habitat. There was a little gate that walked out closer to the monkeys that was, of course, locked. It looked like an area that was used for little demonstrations or feedings. Being the good citizens that we are, we thought, you could totally jump that fence! I mean, wouldn't it be fun to shake the little monkeys hand. So, that's what Daddy did. With a quick glance around and a swift hop over the gate, he was in monkey land! He went over to this monkey that was a little nervous at first, but Daddy put out his hand and the monkey high-fived him! It was hilarious. So, daddy inched closer. Closer. Closer. Then...WHAM! The monkey totally socked daddy in the eye with its fist! Daddy's eye was all red, but it was totally worth it. Not many people can say they got punched in the eye by a monkey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233314242262932594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB3k3gTHHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6cE2BOshnMQ/s200/IMG_0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At around 9:00 PM, the zoo was closing its doors. Rather than spend the night cuddle with the bears, we decided to head back home. Mia was ready for her own bed, and Mommy and Daddy had enough fun stories for one evening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233314252229286178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB3lcodmSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3Hvw-4axJ4I/s200/IMG_0450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was a fun trip! We already talked about next summer and how fun it will be to take Mia back when she can walk around and point in excitement at all the fun animals. We can't wait to go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2301093750988798241?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2301093750988798241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2301093750988798241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2301093750988798241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2301093750988798241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-zoo-like-monkeys.html' title='I &quot;ZOO&quot; like the monkeys'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SKB5fk35EcI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mV0w0v1_GxI/s72-c/IMG_0423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7052119196029208699</id><published>2008-08-04T08:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:09:47.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Grandpa...</title><content type='html'>This weekend, Mia got to spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa so mommy and daddy could have a date night. True to typical grandparent form, pictures were flowing. Thanks to the Mac, Mia could stare at herself and enjoy taking her pictures. Here is some of the fun she had with Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678058982966114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJcZ-zgcA2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/t6YXpjnm0ps/s200/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678065347597026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJcZ_LN4kuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/j-zdz7Gsf7M/s200/MyPicture_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678070299447394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJcZ_dqf0GI/AAAAAAAAAXk/YparUMJgtF4/s200/MyPicture_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;P.S.  Mia is wearing her favorite outfit - nothing but a diaper!  Oh the good o'l days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7052119196029208699?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7052119196029208699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7052119196029208699&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7052119196029208699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7052119196029208699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-with-grandpa.html' title='Fun with Grandpa...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJcZ-zgcA2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/t6YXpjnm0ps/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1070298251885956671</id><published>2008-07-31T08:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:47:45.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for a change</title><content type='html'>I've gotten to that point. That point where you feel scrubby, unmanageable, and just plain messy. Almost like you have a mop stuck to the top of your head, and no matter what you do, the best you can get is a pretty looking mop. So, I'm chopping off the mop. Well, I could just go into my trusty hairdresser and have them clean things up a little bit, but having a new look just sounds so appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've browsed pictures and scoured the Internet looking for the perfect "do" and here are the options I have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mission...should you choose to accept it...is to offer your opinion on my new look! I, now, send you off, with my blessing...Happy Choosing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Option 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrKpB7NI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GztK88-WEYA/s1600-h/haircolour9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188982851628242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrKpB7NI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GztK88-WEYA/s200/haircolour9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Option 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrbTwuAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/QPsOWe0e0Mg/s1600-h/heads3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188987325822978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrbTwuAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/QPsOWe0e0Mg/s200/heads3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Option 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrVJEJGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fYm6yPaU0qA/s1600-h/Jenny-McCarthy-079048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188985670345826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrVJEJGI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fYm6yPaU0qA/s200/Jenny-McCarthy-079048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Option 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrppClGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EF9_KT4gFhk/s1600-h/kristin-cavallari-0508-1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188991173170274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrppClGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EF9_KT4gFhk/s200/kristin-cavallari-0508-1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Option 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrrLNyFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rm7XL3uuHnI/s1600-h/sarah-chalke-013210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188991584946258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrrLNyFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rm7XL3uuHnI/s200/sarah-chalke-013210.jpg" 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/1294766054814186788-1070298251885956671?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1070298251885956671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1070298251885956671&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1070298251885956671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1070298251885956671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-time-for-change.html' title='It&apos;s time for a change'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SJHPrKpB7NI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GztK88-WEYA/s72-c/haircolour9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2940712747634796000</id><published>2008-07-23T16:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:36:59.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is fun...</title><content type='html'>I've noticed this on a few of my favorite blogs, and though I wasn't tagged, I thought I'd jump in and be part of the cool group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Attached or single...Attached to handsome Casey&lt;br /&gt;B. Best Friend...Not counting my handsome man, my Nikki&lt;br /&gt;C. Cake or pie...um, both please!&lt;br /&gt;D. Day of Choice...the times spent with Casey and Mia&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential items...mascara and cute shoes. Cute shoes just make you feel good inside&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite color...purple, pink and green&lt;br /&gt;G. Gummi bears or worms...Gummy worms! There is just so much more gummy to them&lt;br /&gt;H. Hometown...originally = Cederville, OH.&lt;br /&gt;I. Favorite Indulgence...hot chocolate while reading a good book. Or shopping for shoes&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July...July! I much prefer the warm to the cold.&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids...One beautiful little girl Mia...a few more in my thoughts of the future&lt;br /&gt;L. Life isn't complete without...a relationship with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;M. Marriage date...June 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;N. Number of Siblings... 2 brothers. Eric (getting ready to marry &lt;a href="http://www.thesamuellife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;) and Nate&lt;br /&gt;O. Oranges or Apples...Oranges in the winter and GREEN apples in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;P. Phobias...snakes and kidnapping&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quotes..."Treat people according to who they can be so they can see what they out to be."&lt;br /&gt;R. Reasons to smile...I do not fear death for there is only life&lt;br /&gt;S. Season of choice... Summer! Green grass, the smell of clear sky, the colors that paint the ground and fun, outside adventures&lt;br /&gt;T. Tag...&lt;a href="http://www.thesamuellife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mylifesmeanderings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeni,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://aboyagirlandapug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girl,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.almcrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;and Lindsey.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. Unknown fact about me...I can't eat when my food is all touching on one plate&lt;br /&gt;V. Vegetable...snow peas. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;W. Worst habit...Lately? saying Fabulous. I mean, seriously! Where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;X. XRay or Ultrasound...Ultrasound, by far. There is absolutely nothing more precious than that&lt;br /&gt;Y. Your favorite food... Hot dogs! With TONS..and I mean TONS...of ketchup and mustard&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zodiac Sign... Sagittarius - but who care? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2940712747634796000?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2940712747634796000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2940712747634796000&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2940712747634796000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2940712747634796000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-fun.html' title='This is fun...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7201815196314454481</id><published>2008-07-22T11:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:49:23.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smile Award</title><content type='html'>I haven't been in blog world for sometime due to many crazy things in my life. However, when I returned yesterday, I found this lovely award posted in my honor, gifted by my beautiful friend &lt;a href="http://littlebitsofsugar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What a fabulous treat to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; from someone I see as above and beyond my measly words. Not only is she a gifted writer, but she is funny, sweet and an overall genuine person. I just know that if we had the chance to sit down and visit, the night would never end! I truly value her friendship and the clever advise and constant encouragement that comes along with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The recipient must link back the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awards&lt;/span&gt; creator (&lt;a href="http://www.thebabblingsofmere.blogspot.com//"&gt;http://www.thebabblingsofmere.blogspot.com//&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. You must post these rules if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the award.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must chose 5 people to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the award after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; it yourself&lt;br /&gt;4. You must fit the characteristics of the recipient of the award, as posted by Mere.&lt;br /&gt;5. You must post the characteristics of a recipient.&lt;br /&gt;6. You must create a post sharing your win with others.&lt;br /&gt;7. You must thank your giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characteristics for the Smile Award:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Must display a cheerful attitude. (not necessarily at all times--we are all human)&lt;br /&gt;2. Must love one another&lt;br /&gt;3. Must make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;4. Must learn from others&lt;br /&gt;5. Must be a positive contributor to blog world&lt;br /&gt;6. Must love life&lt;br /&gt;7. Must love kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the Smile Award....drum roll pa-lease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ashley at &lt;a href="http://www.thechambs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raising &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AlliKaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My most favorite husband's sister! She is a wonderful mommy who loves her precious daughter with everything she has. Not only is she one of the biggest goofs I know, but she is sincere and honest in everything she does. She loves people whole-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hearted&lt;/span&gt; and does her best to express that in anyway possible. She is a gifted teacher to so many precious minds, a wonderful wife to her life long friend, and a beautiful woman who seeks after the Lord's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Elise at &lt;a href="http://etadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adventures of E and T&lt;/a&gt;. I'm for sure that no one has anything bad to say about this beautiful woman. She is a wonderful creative mom to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sav&lt;/span&gt; and Blake, constantly coming up with beautiful new projects and adventures of her little ones. She is always there in the good times and bad, supporting her blog friends completely. She is a wonderful person who I am blessed to get the chance to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lindsey at &lt;a href="http://www.almcrock.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Crockett Clan&lt;/a&gt;. She is a brand new mommy to her precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt;. I so enjoy reading Lindsey's blog as I struggle along with her in this new world we call "mommy-hood." She is an open and honest writer, allowing people to see her true beauty through the laughter and pains of life. Not only does she seek to serve her husband and daughter in whatever way she can, she seeks after the Lord and all He has in store for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jeni at &lt;a href="http://mylifesmeanderings.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Life's Meanderings&lt;/a&gt;. If you have never had a chance to experience Jeni, you are missing out! This girl defines beauty from the inside out - complete with the vibrant personality, sparkling eyes, and dynamic love for the Lord. Jeni has always been a close personal friend of ours, and though our paths tend to stray in different directions, those precious times we do have together seem as though no time has passed at all. You always know how special you are when you are with this wonderful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OhMommy&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.classychaos.com/"&gt;Classy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Choas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I wish I could sit in the same room as this woman and soak up all her joy and laughter. Her blog is a world in which I can relate. She isn't afraid to admit that life can be a messy beautiful. She is honest and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;forthright&lt;/span&gt; in her writings, using humor all the way. I always leave with a smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7201815196314454481?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7201815196314454481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7201815196314454481&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7201815196314454481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7201815196314454481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/smile-award.html' title='The Smile Award'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1425252715152221911</id><published>2008-07-21T07:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:07:15.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The last week...or so...</title><content type='html'>I've been racking my brain trying to think of which exciting bit of news I should tell you about.  So much has happened, and I feel like I don't have enough time to even tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you about how Mia has suddenly learned how to roll from her back to her tummy.  She thinks it is such a fun little game, but gets so frustrated once she is there because she can't figure out how to roll back.  Plus her head just gets too heavy to hold up after too long of a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you how, in the last month, I have applied for new jobs, interviewed, accepted, put my two weeks in, went through orientation, and now am sitting in a completely new cubicle.  But, seriously, who wants to hear about work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could sit here and compare stories on the latest shopping adventures that have occurred since my hubby so generously gave me new monies to spend!  We could chat about all the sales I conquered, and the new fabulous clothes that make me look skinnier than I actually am.  B-u-t...I don't have any pictures, so you probably would get bored of that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you about all the new ways Mia is growing, and the new foods she is eating now that the salmonella has passed through her body.  I could tell you how she loves her peas and absolutely gobbles up the bananas.  But, who's baby doesn't like eating real people food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could scream with excitement the fact that I am now working in a job that allows for a business casual dress instead of business professional.  Goodbye pantyhose and business suites!  I have moved on to pants, cute tops, and open toed shoes!  Let's face it though...most of the world is already submerged into this wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I can tell you how rested and healthy I feel as of late.  No longer do I feel as though I'm carrying the stress of the world on my shoulders.  I wake up ready to face the day, excited to see my little ones face, and longing to snuggle in bed with my hubby for just a few more minutes.  I feel like a truly blessed woman - a wonderful husband who adores me, and beautiful baby girl who thinks I'm her world, 2 loving families, a great job and a wonderful roof over our heads.  Who can ask for anything more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-1425252715152221911?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1425252715152221911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1425252715152221911&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1425252715152221911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1425252715152221911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-weekor-so.html' title='The last week...or so...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-3178094136012428298</id><published>2008-07-10T07:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:43:17.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday. It was an exciting day for mommy and daddy. We donned our nice clothes, made sure Mia smelled like baby, and put her in the brand new, fancy dress bought especially for a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was Dedication day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leaving 30 minutes early for church, we got in the car like the cute little family we hope to be. Daddy in the front escorting his ladies to the Lord's House. Mommy in the back, covering Mia in all the burp clothes she had in order to feed Mia before she threw a fit right in the middle of service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221379929529735490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHYRYcD5WUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CHbaXhMkojw/s200/dedication.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we all new what camera to look at. Can you tell?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We arrived. We walked down the aisle. All of our family was there, waiting to celebrate our day with us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes before service, they called all the babies up front (parents could come too) :). Then all of our family members gathered around to pray for us as the pastor said the sweetest blessing. (I wish I would have recorded it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He prayed for Mia - that she would learn to gaze on the Lord's face and follow after Him. That she would have a sweet spirit and learn to trust Him fully.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He prayed for daddy - prayed that the Lord would give him wisdom and strength as he leads our family down the path that God has created for us. Prayed that daddy would be a gentle man after God's own heart, with godly discipline and leadership.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He prayed for mommy - prayed that mommy would have strength and compassion - filled with grace - as she cares for little Mia. That she would be tender in her actions, and be filled with a servants attitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful time being lifted up before the throne of the Lord, and being vulnerable to those who know us the most. Asking them to keep us accountable in how we raise our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we partied! It was a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221379929671881266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHYRYclyUjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3qaySBUW8ic/s200/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-3178094136012428298?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3178094136012428298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=3178094136012428298&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3178094136012428298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3178094136012428298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-dedication.html' title='Baby Dedication'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHYRYcD5WUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CHbaXhMkojw/s72-c/dedication.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8360244091459574700</id><published>2008-07-09T07:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:39:44.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia's answer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salmonella:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a) a genus of rod-shaped Gram-negative enterobacteria that causes typhoid fever, paratyphoid fever, and food borne illness. Salmonella species are motile and produce hydrogen sulfide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) the awful, rude bacteria that has decided to take up residence in our precious daughter's little body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a) Diarrhea (&lt;em&gt;check)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;b) Fever &lt;em&gt;(check)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c) vomiting &lt;em&gt;(check)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;d) abdominal cramps &lt;em&gt;(check)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e) dehydration &lt;em&gt;(check)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: &lt;/strong&gt;The elderly, infants, and those with impaired immune systems are more likely to have a severe illness, and are thus treated with antibiotics. Some people afflicted with Salmonella poisoning later experience reactive arthritis, which can have long-lasting, disabling effects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some statistics/interesting facts:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a) Breastfed babies are less likely to get salmonella infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;b) Exposure to reptiles upped babies' chance of infection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c) Babies who ride in a shopping cart next to meat or poultry are more likely to get infected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;d) babies who drink concentrated liquid infant formula are more likely to get salmonella infection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e) About 50,000 cases of salmonella infections are reported in the US each year and about one third of those are in kids 4 years old or younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;f) Having salmonella infection can lead to meningitis or pneumonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;g) Salmonella decreases a baby's ability to breakdown lactose, causing more gas and fussiness. While being treated, the baby must be supplemented with soy formulas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, we will be meeting with the Health Department in the near future so they can try to figure out where Mia's infection has come from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8360244091459574700?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8360244091459574700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8360244091459574700&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8360244091459574700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8360244091459574700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/wikipedias-answer.html' title='Wikipedia&apos;s answer...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-3946694473787745010</id><published>2008-07-07T14:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:08:46.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures to make you giggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xKFmYTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/suvNRzYBBOs/s1600-h/DSCN1932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220366604480962866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xKFmYTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/suvNRzYBBOs/s200/DSCN1932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xVUikqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H-d9pAOlD2Y/s1600-h/DSCN1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220366607496417954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xVUikqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H-d9pAOlD2Y/s200/DSCN1933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xf0HIyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NKsa1ku0Gig/s1600-h/DSCN1934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220366610313192226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xf0HIyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NKsa1ku0Gig/s200/DSCN1934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xl7xzdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yKcthm63W1c/s1600-h/DSCN1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220366611955961298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xl7xzdI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yKcthm63W1c/s200/DSCN1935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-3946694473787745010?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3946694473787745010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=3946694473787745010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3946694473787745010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3946694473787745010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-to-make-you-giggle.html' title='Pictures to make you giggle'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SHJ3xKFmYTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/suvNRzYBBOs/s72-c/DSCN1932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5893118799885954644</id><published>2008-07-07T07:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:44:03.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sicky *update*</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all your prayers!  Mia is doing much better, though we are still concerned a little about her overall attitude throughout the day.  She is getting more cranky than normal, not really enjoying taking her bottle, and nap times are just a nightmare.  I'm thinking this is more of a phase than anything, but still hope that they do find something the matter so we can put an end to this "madness!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great pictures from this weekend that I hope to share shortly.  Thanks again, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! If you have any suggestions about how to make sleepy time a little more smooth than it is right now, I would greatly appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5893118799885954644?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5893118799885954644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5893118799885954644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5893118799885954644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5893118799885954644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-sicky-update.html' title='Little Sicky *update*'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4773790836040954976</id><published>2008-07-02T14:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:37:56.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>poor baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; *text message &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recieved&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Somethings wrong with Mia. She's been screaming all morning...it's just not like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy takes off from work. Trying not to speed...trying not to waste gas...trying not to be panic mommy. The little baby was sick. Extremely sick. Not like her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;101.4 F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On our way to the doctor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;101.7 F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218517764283627730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGvmQfow-NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Y2bCTn8RbfQ/s200/IMG_0395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt;. No significant change. 4:00 PM...6:00 PM...no change...8:00 PM more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt;...no change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;101.1 F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;102.8 F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poor baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218517771148459506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGvmQ5Nd_fI/AAAAAAAAAUI/YLQsTpA07n8/s200/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;washcloths&lt;/span&gt; on her body, trying to get the fever down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218517779661529138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGvmRY7JIDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Mf-x2U5o7-w/s200/IMG_0398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4773790836040954976?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4773790836040954976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4773790836040954976&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4773790836040954976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4773790836040954976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/poor-baby.html' title='poor baby'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGvmQfow-NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Y2bCTn8RbfQ/s72-c/IMG_0395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8998811239240136668</id><published>2008-06-30T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:24:11.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more...and counting</title><content type='html'>You all know the struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby fat. Those last few, unwavering pounds, that stick...well...like white on rice; closer than a brother; super glue on fingers; baby spit-up on cute outfits. You get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  I've done it. Only two more pounds to go before my pre-pregnancy weight has returned! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the pre-pregnancy body isn't included as a packaged deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my next mission.  Onwards....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8998811239240136668?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8998811239240136668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8998811239240136668&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8998811239240136668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8998811239240136668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-moreand-counting.html' title='2 more...and counting'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4914229552768080241</id><published>2008-06-27T13:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:19:08.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CEREAL TIME!!!</title><content type='html'>After many sleepless nights, due to a rumbly tummy, mommy and daddy were cleared to start feeding Miss Pris rice cereal! At first she was a little unsure as she looked at the spoon confused &lt;em&gt;"How am I supposed to get THAT in HERE? Mo-om!!!" &lt;/em&gt;Then there was a screech, unsure if she was supposed to lap it up like a dog (a scenario tried and failed quite quickly), suck it like her bottle, or simply lean face first and hope it absorbed through osmosis. Eventually, though, we had success! Mia learned to provide a gaping hole with her mouth while mommy ever so gently placed/poured the cereal onto her little tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216640853567154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU7N6WpKaI/AAAAAAAAATg/TZinXo-N1eM/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216640872251297714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU7O_9Sj7I/AAAAAAAAATw/UUC-d1MQnik/s200/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipppee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216640862419186370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU7ObVIcsI/AAAAAAAAATo/RmqhoJdNk-o/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mia's belly is finally full. She grins and kicks with joy, anticipating the next sweet bite that slowly turns her tummy from an empty black hole, to one happy little camper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216640879603810338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU7PbWRACI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2y2XVJzT_A4/s200/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet slumber. I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Here's a cute little video of Mia and her new words and jokes that make her laugh.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2cc0cb94abf561c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cc0cb94abf561c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331584688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F710A0FCCCEC535236C50AA151024086753B6A1.50F18C6E392001F5E62B1FBA02ED0AD45CC7700%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cc0cb94abf561c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ_WnMcmrXnkBqCF3zT3kH_JSWvQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cc0cb94abf561c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331584688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F710A0FCCCEC535236C50AA151024086753B6A1.50F18C6E392001F5E62B1FBA02ED0AD45CC7700%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cc0cb94abf561c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ_WnMcmrXnkBqCF3zT3kH_JSWvQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4914229552768080241?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2cc0cb94abf561c0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4914229552768080241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4914229552768080241&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4914229552768080241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4914229552768080241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/cereal-time.html' title='CEREAL TIME!!!'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU7N6WpKaI/AAAAAAAAATg/TZinXo-N1eM/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2843538302111374254</id><published>2008-06-27T12:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:02:36.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise gift</title><content type='html'>My lovely friend, &lt;a href="http://littlesweetheartsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tania&lt;/a&gt;, at Little Sweathearts, allowed me to win the surprise gift off of her drawing a few weeks back. Well, it arrived in the mail while I was away! I was so thrilled when I opened it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful, handmade bib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216638490516410786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU5EXTcUaI/AAAAAAAAATI/hn-62Z43FoU/s200/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216638495852094418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU5ErLkY9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/t2F1OOLED08/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a decoration with the perfect colors for Miss Mia's room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216638505250274754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU5FOMRPcI/AAAAAAAAATY/XtKNhJFLekg/s200/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much, Tania! We will treasure these always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2843538302111374254?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2843538302111374254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2843538302111374254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2843538302111374254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2843538302111374254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/surprise-gift.html' title='Surprise gift'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGU5EXTcUaI/AAAAAAAAATI/hn-62Z43FoU/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-3774792703745307096</id><published>2008-06-26T17:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:17:51.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a friend...</title><content type='html'>Life changes. New paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a friend we have in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;All our sins and grief’s to bear,&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything to God in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;O what peace we often forfeit,&lt;br /&gt;O what needless pain we bear,&lt;br /&gt;All because we do not carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything to God in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we trials and temptations?&lt;br /&gt;Is there trouble anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;We should never be discouraged;&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Can we find a friend so faithful?&lt;br /&gt;Who will all our sorrows share?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows our every weakness;&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we weak and heavy laden?&lt;br /&gt;Cumbered with a load of care?&lt;br /&gt;Precious Savior still our refuge;&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Do thy friends despise forsake thee?&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;In His arms He’ll take and shield thee;&lt;br /&gt;Thou wilt find a solace there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Joseph M. Scriven &amp;amp; Charles C. Converse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No matter what. Always there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guiding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Protecting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-3774792703745307096?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3774792703745307096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=3774792703745307096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3774792703745307096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3774792703745307096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-friend.html' title='What a friend...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-3691134073708805526</id><published>2008-06-25T08:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:13:45.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Things we discovered at the Dude Ranch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Mia loves to swim and splash with daddy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215837315181539042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJgZ0mfbuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YOSSTiAHzwU/s200/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215834649559276722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJd-qYnnLI/AAAAAAAAARg/9AMJzFCh73s/s200/IMG_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2. The mountain air is good for your health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215835303273241682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJektqLHFI/AAAAAAAAASo/7o7X-5VrtSc/s200/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215835275934937186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJejH0NsGI/AAAAAAAAASI/Imo1ylYLe7o/s200/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215835285915781250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJejs_1SII/AAAAAAAAASQ/Y_StU08hbic/s200/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;3. Time together can never be too much&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215837314912836626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJgZzmbXBI/AAAAAAAAATA/jAhTD9ydiDY/s200/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Afternoon naps are a definite must&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215834668291322002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJd_wKr8JI/AAAAAAAAARw/viK_H-Q_kso/s200/IMG_0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Mia can sleep through the night all week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. It is possible to get over 400 miles on a tank of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. Babies schedules must be followed in order to not drive one crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215835929400246306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJfJKKfACI/AAAAAAAAASw/jDL9OXu7kZY/s200/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 8. Hiking is a good way to get a tan (swimming doesn't hurt either)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215834677949455042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJeAUJXWsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/1ZvROVIQuq4/s200/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;9. It's always a blessing meeting new people in God's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Mommy really can kill a spider herself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Having meals cooked for you, and the dishes done by someone else will never get old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Deer really are cute when only a few feet away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215834686318887522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJeAzUywmI/AAAAAAAAASA/8nsiF3XVQrU/s200/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215835297021224978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJekWXk6BI/AAAAAAAAASg/hcVo2leMLRc/s200/IMG_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;13. Big rocks are not friends with vehicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Being a servant to others always pays off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-3691134073708805526?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3691134073708805526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=3691134073708805526&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3691134073708805526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/3691134073708805526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re BACK!'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SGJgZ0mfbuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YOSSTiAHzwU/s72-c/IMG_0359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4556302527333773068</id><published>2008-06-12T17:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:26:29.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M Day</title><content type='html'>Mommy is so tired from our excursions, so it is my turn to keep you posted on the latest happenings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's M&amp;amp;M day turned into a history lesson in the life of mommy. For some reason, we had to collect all of her addresses for the last seven years. Though I haven't been around long enough to learn the "ins and outs" of what is socially acceptible, I'm assuming that these many apartments, in that amount of time, is not the social norm. We drove around collecting addresses for what seemed like an eternity. Place like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211140045632680594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SFGwQv6_spI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ef1F0AwQT_o/s200/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211140054228651522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SFGwRP8bzgI/AAAAAAAAARA/ENexlzWDq2Y/s200/IMG_0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211140062174698146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SFGwRti62qI/AAAAAAAAARI/z5MxtIPLsmI/s200/IMG_0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that isn't even the half of it! Twelve different addresses in just seven years. I'd like to tell you that this was an enjoyable time; that I could not wait to see the next cramped in dwelling place, that housed my mommy for but a few months. That, however, would be a lie! After only a few short minutes, I just couldn't hold my eyes open any longer. I feel bad, as I know mommy was trying to show a little bit of herself, but, honestly...can you blame me!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day, we got to spend time with my friend Hannah and her mommy. That was super fun! We met at the mall, where Hannah and rode around in our own private carriages. Then we went to the play area. Hannah ran all around as I sat on my blanket and giggled at her. It was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211140066590946898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SFGwR9_1dlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2Q-tScD87j4/s200/IMG_0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211140071143331042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SFGwSO9NVOI/AAAAAAAAARY/l3jSfN3igbQ/s200/IMG_0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then mommy and I went home. I got a long afternoon nap in, so I could let mommy get my laundry done (the pile was getting out of control.) It was a lovely day all in all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the next one! Well, talk to you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4556302527333773068?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4556302527333773068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4556302527333773068&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4556302527333773068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4556302527333773068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/m-day.html' title='M&amp;M Day'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SFGwQv6_spI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ef1F0AwQT_o/s72-c/IMG_0348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-580040152111157968</id><published>2008-06-10T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:31:56.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twelve things I can't wait for, coming up next week! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Colorado, mountain air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. The smell of dirt walk ways, and horse stables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. One whole week with my fabulous husband, and beautiful daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Treating other families to an enjoyable time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Reading a "no-brainer" book in the glorious sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Playing with Mia in the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Watching my husband enjoy not working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Letting someone else cook and clean for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. A few, invigorating hikes to get my blood flowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. A cabin all to ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Burning extra calories just because there are no cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Afternoon naps &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm headed to &lt;a href="http://www.deervalleyranch.com/"&gt;Deer Valley Dude Ranch&lt;/a&gt; for a business trip. Casey and Mia get to join me! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yee-HAW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-580040152111157968?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/580040152111157968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=580040152111157968&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/580040152111157968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/580040152111157968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesdays-twelve.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Twelve'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-9145068094691585431</id><published>2008-06-09T07:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:45:49.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The clocked glared back at me. 4:32 AM? I blinked. Are you sure? Did I totally sleep through my Mia feeding? Is the monitor on? *breathe in...breathe out...* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHE DID IT! I was completely shocked...I hadn't felt this rested in a long time. She did it! Little Miss Mia actually slept through the night! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, Erin. Calm down. You still have 28 precious minutes to enjoy sweet slumber before you have to face the day. Go back to sleep and don't spoil this moment! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, how excited I was. My heart was pounding. I just couldn't be more proud of this moment - nor more thankful for a great night sleep. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How should we celebrate, I wonder...hmmmm... GO TO SLEEP, Erin! Now you only have 20 minutes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh...beautiful sleep! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Beep Beep Beep* Rise and shine, the alarm says, in it's own very annoying morning way. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casey! Casey! Mia just slept through the night! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We both jumped out of bed. Tiptoed to her room. Ever so gently opened the squeakiest door in the neighborhood. There she was. Peaceful. Still breathing. Snuggly in her own little bed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We smiled. Mouthed how cute she was. We are proud parents! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Hugs to Mia Bella* Mommy and Daddy love you so much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-9145068094691585431?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9145068094691585431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=9145068094691585431&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/9145068094691585431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/9145068094691585431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-girl-moments.html' title='Big Girl Moments'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8962950308704427668</id><published>2008-06-06T07:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:42:41.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW Hits 1</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you listen to the WOW CD's...it's a combination of all the popular Christian artists today, full of music that helps you connect in worship.  Click on the picture below to check out all the wonderful artists featured on this new CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowonline.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208762874785901410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEk-PMbbK2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/_4QGqJT0W9o/s200/WOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8962950308704427668?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8962950308704427668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8962950308704427668&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8962950308704427668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8962950308704427668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-hits-1.html' title='WOW Hits 1'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEk-PMbbK2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/_4QGqJT0W9o/s72-c/WOW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2708979130721077440</id><published>2008-06-04T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:11:44.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEfl5tj_C-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/YIPL3EwEcig/s1600-h/simming+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208384273723100130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEfl5tj_C-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/YIPL3EwEcig/s200/simming+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEfl5_LimuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/I6yHep0lfcQ/s1600-h/sunbathing+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208384278452411106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEfl5_LimuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/I6yHep0lfcQ/s200/sunbathing+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEfl6beCPhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c9lq1_-1iYw/s1600-h/swimming+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208384286046174738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEfl6beCPhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c9lq1_-1iYw/s200/swimming+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEfl6h4D19I/AAAAAAAAAQY/jIuEaO4D7P4/s1600-h/swimming+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208384287765944274" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVM2uzN0HI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CS2FkDmbJ1Q/s200/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June 1st marked Casey and my one year anniversary, and what a year it has been! Not only have we waded through the normal first year struggles, we have welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world, moved one time, sold an old car and bought a new one, worked through two new jobs, and many other little life lessons and experiences that make each day so wonderfully interesting. It's been a crazy, wonderful year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate our little milestone, Casey planned a wonderful weekend away for the both of us, without me knowing any of the details - everything was a complete surprise. Mia was planned to stay with grandparents all weekend while mommy and daddy escaped life. &lt;em&gt;This is our weekend story...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207650692771011938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVKtrju3WI/AAAAAAAAANw/5Lns_wMnu0I/s200/IMG_0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, we headed out on our adventure, stopping briefly for some lunch in order to make it to our destination. We headed south-west, enjoying the gorgeous backdrop of the Rocky Mountains for our drive. Coming into Fairplay, CO, I noticed a sign saying "Breckenridge - right- 42 miles." Casey drove right on pass this sign, thoroughly confusing me, slowly getting me to the point of frustration because, DANG IT, I wanted to figure this trip out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207650741121954034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVKwfrfsPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-zaJ-TK1ZXA/s200/IMG_0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207650747149277522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVKw2IhWVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/e7oib7Na5SM/s200/IMG_0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope I wasn't supposed to turn there. I don't think I was," says Casey, pondering intently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well," I said, "If you wanted to go to Breckenridge, you did need to turn there, or so says the sign."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Dang it!" (insert quick U-Turn here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, there it was. I had figured out our little adventure, and boy was I excited! A weekend away in Breckenridge!? This was going to be so relaxing! I could hardly wait to pull into that cute little town. Casey and I had been there last summer when I first found out I was pregnant (another story for another time) and it was so lovely. So...we drove on, enjoying each others company, talking about everything imaginable, and staring at the beautiful creation of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After stopping for homemade Buffalo and Venison jerky on the side of the road, we pulled into Breckenridge, CO shortly after 2:00 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well, we can't check in until about 4:00 PM. What would you like to do?" Casey questioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Um, I think I'd like ice-cream." I said, very matter-of-fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got some ice cream...it was so delicious - just melted right in your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Would you like to drive up the road to Vail and do a little shopping? I haven't been there, but that's where the rich people go...might be fun to mingle with them for a little while!" Casey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"SURE! I am ALWAYS up for shopping."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207651538974038274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVLe76QWQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VYjdrjZ_aoQ/s200/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207651541662240450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVLfF7LDsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D2k_uumUeWI/s200/IMG_0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207651556303137410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVLf8d1aoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UUhuH9Y4J00/s200/IMG_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, we hit I-70, enjoying the ride, talking about where we would like to eat for dinner in Breckenridge, planning out our next moves. We joked together, and had a wonderful ride. Pulling into Vail, we could see all the grand, million dollar homes. We quickly tried to find the right exit to take to hit all the fun, unique shops that Vail Village had to offer. We pulled of the interstate and took the frontage road back to where we were sure the shopping would be. I wasn't quite sure we were going the right way, but Casey thought that the road followed the entire length of the interstate, so I kept my mouth shut sure we would find it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we saw it...the most beautiful resort we had ever seen. It was huge, and luxurious, sitting right up against the mountain next to a rushing river. How lovely. Casey pulled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207650761945868226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVKxtQTZ8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/h4pM0DMcNe4/s200/IMG_0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;"Welcome to your weekend resort!" Casey said with a huge grin across his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"WHAT? Are you SERIOUS?!" I stammered, "But, how?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was completely shocked! I TOTALLY thought we were staying in Breckenridge. This was such a treat and I couldn't wait to check in and settle down into a few days of relaxation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207653038713338786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVM2O39-6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/7q6CkH9n4kc/s200/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked into the &lt;a href="http://www.vailcascade.com/photo-gallery.php"&gt;Vail Cascade Resort &amp;amp; Spa&lt;/a&gt; and went up to our room. It was so lovely, overlooking the rushing river below. No cars in sight. No noise but that of the mountains behind us. Our own little haven for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207650767080410930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVKyAYeTzI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wMhzNpAq478/s200/IMG_0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We enjoyed many little excursions including shopping in Vail village, sitting by the river enjoying the sounds that it brought rushing by, relaxing by the pool for hours at time, working out in their impressive Club &amp;amp; Spa area, and of course eating way too much food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207652325991043874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVMMvxu0yI/AAAAAAAAAPI/S4p7pqJr0jM/s200/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday was our actual anniversary. We participated in many of the activities listed above, and then enjoyed a lovely Surf &amp;amp; Turf dinner at The George Pub and Grill. It was super delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a lovely weekend with so many stories that I'll have to spread out over some time here. Below are some more pictures of our weekend. The captions will let you in on some more of our adventures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207651564821726146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVLgcM0w8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/tvDPF_26QYI/s200/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207652263320076066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVMJGTzvyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/esWMAoRSh0E/s200/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hotel delivered chocolate strawberries and champagne since we were celebrating our anniversary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207652390165515010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVMQe2HiwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/g4LpZZFKRpw/s200/IMG_0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of the really FREAKY manikins that were in Vail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207652400917974082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVMRG5tDEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2l5jOQLF0XE/s200/IMG_0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207652425756629506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVMSjbs2gI/AAAAAAAAAPg/c3g6bW_tIqI/s200/IMG_0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A 27 million dollar home located on Vail Avenue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207653055799829138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVM3OhtIpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/o4_1HN74UCE/s200/IMG_0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8858504314785136126?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8858504314785136126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8858504314785136126&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8858504314785136126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8858504314785136126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEVM2uzN0HI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CS2FkDmbJ1Q/s72-c/IMG_0335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-6495245840269395186</id><published>2008-05-30T07:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:00:53.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blur...</title><content type='html'>This week has been a blur! From a wonderful three day weekend, rolled into a fun day with daddy and then a special M&amp;amp;M day, Mia has been on cloud nine with all her personal attention. Here are snapshots of this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161049454669282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SD__5Bw4beI/AAAAAAAAAMY/S2qeDsqVOYU/s200/IMG_0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161058044603890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SD__5hw4bfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5QqzvZ3_XlI/s200/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206170455433047682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEAIchw4boI/AAAAAAAAANo/-Pe9PRBTliM/s200/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mia played with Aunt Amanda as we ate at delicious CiCi's pizza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161066634538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SD__6Bw4bgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dUULI7-7Jr4/s200/IMG_0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Took a nap with Great Uncle Jeff at Great-Grandpa's Birthday Party Bash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161655045058130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEAAcRw4blI/AAAAAAAAANQ/L2z0hwiMMoY/s200/IMG_0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161646455123522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEAAbxw4bkI/AAAAAAAAANI/NiRr29uwU1Y/s200/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spent an afternoon of fun and giggles with just Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161075224473106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SD__6hw4bhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3wrgKUO8_9c/s200/IMG_0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161083814407714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SD__7Bw4biI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CuPzfPbx7QQ/s200/IMG_0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161637865188914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEAAbRw4bjI/AAAAAAAAANA/q84NqAvbFMQ/s200/IMG_0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Visited her friends Miss Laurie and Miss Jean. They spoil her rotten...can you tell!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161659340025442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEAAchw4bmI/AAAAAAAAANY/NEqCKQ7cUeQ/s200/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161663634992754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SEAAcxw4bnI/AAAAAAAAANg/bs8Pfqrc8mA/s200/IMG_0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watched the Thunderbirds fly for the Airforce Graduation. (Looks like they are really capturing her attention, huh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a fun last few days! Mommy and Daddy enjoyed all the time we had with Miss Mia. Now she looks forward to a weekend spent with both grandmas and grandpas...I'll keep you posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-6495245840269395186?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6495245840269395186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=6495245840269395186&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6495245840269395186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6495245840269395186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/blur.html' title='A Blur...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SD__5Bw4beI/AAAAAAAAAMY/S2qeDsqVOYU/s72-c/IMG_0286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5809203891069208129</id><published>2008-05-25T15:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:38:44.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*Sing to the tune of "Fera Jaqua" (I think that's how you spell it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogger Blo-ock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogger Blo-ock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like your tactics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't like your tactics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm fed up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm fed up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I hope to write something great soon...but it isn't coming to me yet.  Hopefully I'll have some good pictures and funny stories to share after this long, beautiful weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5809203891069208129?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5809203891069208129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5809203891069208129&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5809203891069208129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5809203891069208129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogger-block.html' title='Blogger Block'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2100499575521503588</id><published>2008-05-22T07:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:47:10.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M Day + D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was lovely M&amp;amp;M Day - just what I needed for the current funk I've been in. Casey ended up taking the day off, too, because cousin Justin's graduation was in the morning and we both wanted to be there. So, Mia got to spend the whole day with both mommy and daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early (early for a day off that is) in order to get ready for graduation. The graduation started at 9:00 am at the World Arena here in Colorado Springs. Upon getting there, we quickly put Mia in the Baby Bjorn, because who wants to carry around the car seat carrier in an arena, and hurried inside to find the family. Graduation was the typical 2.5 hour special, with many LONG speeches and the watching all the smiling faces walk across stage to receive their empty diploma case. When it was all over, we waited outside for Justin to make his presence known. Many hugs were exchanged and pictures snapped. It was a fun time, and Justin seemed to be relieved that he was finally entering the "real world" - or many more years of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4UeynpSI/AAAAAAAAALw/hKyLf28uBH8/s1600-h/IMG_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203197237754570018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4UeynpSI/AAAAAAAAALw/hKyLf28uBH8/s200/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(our little family)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4UuynpTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P1RMPugre6U/s1600-h/IMG_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203197242049537330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4UuynpTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/P1RMPugre6U/s200/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Grandmama and Daddy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4VOynpUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/lOVVTg8SAfA/s1600-h/IMG_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203197250639471938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4VOynpUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/lOVVTg8SAfA/s200/IMG_0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(The view from our seats)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4V-ynpVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HiOJXzvWFaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203197263524373842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4V-ynpVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HiOJXzvWFaQ/s200/IMG_0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4WeynpWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4tGShq5rzt4/s1600-h/IMG_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203197272114308450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4WeynpWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4tGShq5rzt4/s200/IMG_0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Daddy and Cousin Justin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it through the traffic exiting the arena. With all of our bellies completely empty, we made our way to Chick-fil-A (Note: LMYC was NOT there) to get some delicious grub. It was seriously yummy; just what the doctor ordered. Then we made our way home where all collapsed on mommy and daddy's bed for a short nap, so mommy could take a walk before both grandma and grandmama came for dinner. Well, 3 hours later we all work up. Sweaty. Foggy. Feeling much better. Forget the walk! It was then a mad dash to get everything ready for our dinner company, while still trying to hatch from our long, winters nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmama and Grandma showed up for a lovely dinner of Turkey Chili and croissants. It was fun to hang out with them and let Mia have some fun spoiling. We sat out on the deck for a relaxing, summer evening. They both did mommy's dishes and then grandmama rocked Mia to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day--even better with Casey home. Now I can't wait for the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2100499575521503588?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2100499575521503588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2100499575521503588&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2100499575521503588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2100499575521503588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/m-day-d.html' title='M&amp;M Day + D'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDV4UeynpSI/AAAAAAAAALw/hKyLf28uBH8/s72-c/IMG_0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4161015520068706113</id><published>2008-05-20T07:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:44:20.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Private Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;**Please note that this email is fully intended to blow off steam and seek council from those who have already taken the path I'm currently walking. I, in no way, am trying to sound whiny or am looking for sympathy in order to set myself above the rest. I completely understand that life can be difficult at times, and I intend to conquer it with grace and wisdom. I will succeed...I just don't know how to at the moment.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't know how women juggle career and motherhood. I must not be very good at because every little detail in my life is slowing falling apart. In the minor scheme of things, I leave for work with my house looking like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLVAM_dPNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SLHY-QKlHVw/s1600-h/IMG_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202454719030443218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLVAM_dPNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SLHY-QKlHVw/s200/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLVAc_dPOI/AAAAAAAAALY/pgBM2VMlRHA/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202454723325410530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLVAc_dPOI/AAAAAAAAALY/pgBM2VMlRHA/s200/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLVBM_dPPI/AAAAAAAAALg/oHrDMceyJ8U/s1600-h/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202454736210312434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLVBM_dPPI/AAAAAAAAALg/oHrDMceyJ8U/s200/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and when I get home, the house looks like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLUac_dPII/AAAAAAAAAKo/c-ep3qFkzpo/s1600-h/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202454070490381442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLUac_dPII/AAAAAAAAAKo/c-ep3qFkzpo/s200/IMG_0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLUbM_dPJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iUZPR8OzYzs/s1600-h/IMG_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202454083375283346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLUbM_dPJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iUZPR8OzYzs/s200/IMG_0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLUbc_dPKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yqDgKeU-0s8/s1600-h/IMG_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202454087670250658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLUbc_dPKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yqDgKeU-0s8/s200/IMG_0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLUb8_dPLI/AAAAAAAAALA/9GArnFYEPAU/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202454096260185266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLUb8_dPLI/AAAAAAAAALA/9GArnFYEPAU/s200/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about anyone else, but when things aren't at least a little tidy, it makes me feel way more stressed out. I'm not a neat freak, I just like things to be somewhat in their place, so you don't feel like you are wading through junk just to live comfortably in your own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other feelings that overwhelm me at the moment, as well. To best describe how I feel, I'll show you an email I wrote my husband a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. Sweetheart. I’m TOTALLY losing it. I’m doing both my jobs half as good as I probably could, because I just don’t seem to have enough time or energy to do them both amazingly. I’m dropping the ball in so many areas at work. I’m not able to be part/lead the team very well. I’m forgetting things, or spending too much time on certain things when it isn’t necessary. I don’t have the energy to “go the extra mile” or think ahead and outside the box to make my events extra special. And let’s not forget about being mom/wife (the job I actually love). I can’t get the laundry done to save my life. I have WAY TOO MUCH ironing to do. The kitchen always stinks of dirty dishes. The floors need to be vacuumed and/or swept and mopped. The bathrooms are absolutely disgusting. Mia will need to be snuggled and held after stimulating day at daycare. So that means two/three hours of holding baby time, which I thoroughly enjoy, but can’t get anything else done in that time frame. I already feel like I’m not giving her enough attention to allow her to grow and blossom how she needs too. I don’t have time to clean out Mia’s clothes of those she can’t fit in, in order to make room for the new ones. I barely get dinner done every night. And every time an option to do something fun comes up, I have this internal struggle with all that needs to be done and what I actually want to do. Throw in the fact that there are so many things I want to do with you, or things I want to do for just me. I’d love to sit down and feel like I can just talk to you without there being other things I need to do or feeling extremely exhausted/spent. I would enjoy the opportunity to work out, and not feel like it’s just another thing to cram into a quick evening schedule. I’d love the time to sit down and do some reading…or plant flowers…or anything else fun, but know that everything is already taken care of so it isn’t looming over my head. I’m not complaining…just failing. I can’t do all of this. I can’t be everything to everyone. It’s too much pressure. Too much responsibility. I can’t do it. I’m sorry I’m failing. I’m sorry I’m cracking. I’m sorry I want to scream and through in the towel. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the wonderful husband that he is, he responded gently, encouraging me that, "I am a great woman" and that I'm "succeeding with flying colors." But no one sees the ways I'm truly falling part inside. I can't even enjoy being a mom most of the time, because I worry too much about my &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; job. The job that, more and more, I dread going to because it takes way too much of the energy I need to devote elsewhere. My loving husband told me that he was "going to try and pick up things around the house like the dishes and other things that need to be cleaned up" which I thoroughly appreciate. He is really trying to help me out which I love. But there is still so many things that I still have to do. Laundry...dinner every night after working 10 hours a day...working out so that I don't feel like such a fatty...taking care of Mia when she wakes up throughout the night...trying desperately to spend the time I need to with the Lord. Mornings prove to be the most difficult, as Mia wakes up for the day around 6:30 am. At that time, I have to leave in about 15 minutes for work, and am not able to devote to her the time she needs. So, instead, she lays there and cries wanting desperately for mommy to play with her or give her a little attention. I do my best, at the expense of being perpetually late to work, but it just isn't the same. My heart breaks watching her crave my attention - or any attention - and she isn't receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; of these jobs much longer. My family is suffering for it - I'm suffering for it - and I'm not going to let my daughter get the short straw. It isn't fair. She didn't do anything to deserve that. She is a beautiful gift that we only have for a short time, and I'm slowly starting to miss it as I learn to just survive the long days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I do? How do I learn to juggle everything and not loose myself, my husband, and my daughter in the process? How do I learn to enjoy my life again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4161015520068706113?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4161015520068706113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4161015520068706113&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4161015520068706113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4161015520068706113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/private-conversation.html' title='A Private Conversation'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDLVAM_dPNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SLHY-QKlHVw/s72-c/IMG_0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-4222867344922435156</id><published>2008-05-19T07:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:52:37.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M Day</title><content type='html'>So, I know that you all have been on pins and needles waiting to hear all about last weeks M&amp;amp;M Day. I do apologize that it has taken me until now, but life just gets away from me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was our scheduled M&amp;amp;M day. We had the usual morning grins and giggles, dropping daddy off at work, and taking hours to get ready as we laughed and played in-between each step. We did run many errands though. Since &lt;a href="http://www.thesamuellife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Uncle Eric and Aunt Emily&lt;/a&gt; decided that they would indeed like mommy to do their &lt;a href="http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/creative-touch-or-so-i-pretend.html"&gt;wedding invitations&lt;/a&gt;, we had to go all over town to get the supplies (insert &lt;a href="http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-miss-yellow-convertable.html"&gt;LMYC story here&lt;/a&gt;). It was a wonderful day. People love being around Mia, seeing her smiling little face, and it is such a treat to spend every day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SURPRISE! We got another M&amp;amp;M day on Friday. My work was having a day at the park and authorized me to bring Mia along. We got up bright and early to get to work by 7:00 am. (I let Mia stay in her pajamas because who honestly wants to get dressed that early). We did some work at the office so that mommy could honestly clock her 10 hours. At 8:30 am, Amanda met us at work and we all piled in our cars to head off to the park. Well, in true Colorado spring/summer time, it surprised us with rediculously cold temperatures. Looking out the window you would have thought it was a beautiful, breezy 75 degree day with all the sunshine. However, it was only about 45-50 degrees. Way too cold for the little princess. Mia and mommy sat snuggled close under the gazebo. We had two HUGE blankets wrapped around us which was perfect for the time being as she slept soundly in my arms. But I just knew that this wasn't going to work for the whole day. So, we ended up going home around lunch time. Mia ate a little bit of her delicious formula, and then we crawled in mommy &amp;amp; daddy's bed to thaw out. After a glorious 4 hour nap, we woke up, giggled and played, did some laundry, started some dinner, and waited anxiously for daddy to come home and play with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the weekend continued on in the same fashion. A little bit of lazy, a little bit of chores, seeing friends and family, and all in all enjoying our little family and the time it had together. It was a wonderful weekend with a few extra special days to make the week that much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few Mia pictures taken over the course of this weekend....Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFm8_dPEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dOusKsFgDnI/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202085948843441218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFm8_dPEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dOusKsFgDnI/s200/IMG_0272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFos_dPFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t3ii-fRq6TY/s1600-h/IMG_0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202085978908212306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFos_dPFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t3ii-fRq6TY/s200/IMG_0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFo8_dPGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5La_EYOBwWk/s1600-h/IMG_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202085983203179618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFo8_dPGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5La_EYOBwWk/s200/IMG_0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFpc_dPHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xAVAYwGfBfE/s1600-h/IMG_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202085991793114226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFpc_dPHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xAVAYwGfBfE/s200/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-4222867344922435156?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4222867344922435156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=4222867344922435156&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4222867344922435156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/4222867344922435156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/m-day_19.html' title='M&amp;M Day'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SDGFm8_dPEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dOusKsFgDnI/s72-c/IMG_0272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1912485409753946462</id><published>2008-05-15T17:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:32:03.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Yellow Convertable</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(M&amp;amp;M Day post is forthcoming. Today I shall write about my most bizarre experience that happened yesterday. Some people!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day full of errands. In order to enjoy the fun filled day of driving all over the city, I decided to treat myself to some delicious &lt;a href="http://www.chickfila.com/#home"&gt;Chick-Fil-A&lt;/a&gt;. SUPER Yummy!  It happened to be precisely the exact time that everyone and their mom's decided to eat lunch as well, so the restaurant, parking lot, and drive through were all completely chaotic.  After driving around the parking lot a few times, I notice a lady getting into her car.  I stopped. Put on my turn signal to politely communicate with my fellow Chick-Fil-A goers that I will be moving. I patiently waited, with a cheerful smile, for this lovely lady to move her car.  After what seemed like eternity (approximately three minutes) I leaned forward to see if this lady actually wanted to pull out or was going to sit there for the rest of her lunch break. &lt;em&gt;That's when I saw her...Little Miss Yellow Convertible...sitting in the drive through lane flagging me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMYC:&lt;em&gt; "Um, YOU have cars backed up behind you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*I shrugged and smiled* "Sorry! Waiting for this lady to pull out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;LMYC:&lt;em&gt; "Oh! So I guess you don't care. WOW!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"I don't really think it is any of your business, but I'm just waiting to get a spot to park. Sorry!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMYC:&lt;em&gt; "Of COURSE it's my business!  You have cars waiting behind you! *HMPH!*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; "Maybe you should just focus on your drive through line...you're moving forward."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMYC:&lt;em&gt; "WHAT A BRAT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  So many things that I actually wanted to say were going through my brain, like, "Who died and made you Chick-Fil-A Police?"  And..."If you are so concerned about this, maybe you should get out of your own backed up line and direct traffic."  But instead, I rolled up my window and decided not to pay attention to the lady who had nothing better to do than be all up in my business!  I couldn't even believe the attitude over something like that.  I mean, I'm sure the cars behind me would have honked if &lt;u&gt;they&lt;/u&gt; were irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-1912485409753946462?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1912485409753946462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1912485409753946462&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1912485409753946462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1912485409753946462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-miss-yellow-convertable.html' title='Little Miss Yellow Convertable'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-5249014825328324371</id><published>2008-05-12T07:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:20:33.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCkM_dPDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OnPC5h-FWKA/s1600-h/IMG_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199478959529344050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCkM_dPDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OnPC5h-FWKA/s200/IMG_0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCDc_dO-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/nUqsVHrODNo/s1600-h/IMG_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199478396888628194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCDc_dO-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/nUqsVHrODNo/s200/IMG_0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mia put on her pretty little dress, along with her &lt;a href="http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/m-m-day.html"&gt;new shoes&lt;/a&gt;, so that she would look super pretty for mommy.  I got out the camera and she literally started posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCEM_dPAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/j2E0foukud4/s1600-h/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199478409773530114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCEM_dPAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/j2E0foukud4/s200/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After church, and brunch, Mia, mommy and daddy just hung out.  Mommy and daddy enjoyed playing with little Mia and making her laugh.  Such a happy baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCEc_dPBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NR6NNy27Dts/s1600-h/mothers+day+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199478414068497426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCEc_dPBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NR6NNy27Dts/s200/mothers+day+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and the hubby!  He could not stop telling me how much he loved me and that I was such a wonderful mommy.  What a wonderful husband!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here is a Mother's Day story sent by my Grandpa and Grandma Samuel:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A newborn's conversation with God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A baby asked God, 'They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?' God said, 'Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.' The child further inquired, 'But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.' God said, 'Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy.' Again the child asked, 'And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?' God said, 'Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.' 'And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?' God said, 'Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.' 'Who will protect me?' God said, 'Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.' 'But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.' God said, 'Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.' At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, 'God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.' God said, 'You will simply call her, 'Mom.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-5249014825328324371?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5249014825328324371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=5249014825328324371&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5249014825328324371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/5249014825328324371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-pictures.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Pictures'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChCkM_dPDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OnPC5h-FWKA/s72-c/IMG_0254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-750308488087271905</id><published>2008-05-09T21:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:05:24.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Little Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChAhc_dO9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CgV--pt5OQ0/s1600-h/sleep+tight.BMP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199476713261448146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChAhc_dO9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CgV--pt5OQ0/s200/sleep+tight.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia has always been a happy baby. She smiles and her eyes sparkle. She coos and giggles and a smile spreads across your face. And, lately, she has found the art of laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to laugh at daddy when he "toots" on her tummy with his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to laugh when she is laying on her play mat, watching the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to giggle when mommy says, "You got a nakey bottom! What are you doing with a nakey bottom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all....&lt;br /&gt;She loves to laugh when she is falling asleep. Here is my theory: I truly believe she is dreaming about Jesus. Like she and Jesus have these little inside jokes, so when she falls asleep, they giggle over something that I can never understand, but it puts her to rest in His arms. It is certainly the best security I could ever wish for her. I just wish I could be in on the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-750308488087271905?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/750308488087271905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=750308488087271905&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/750308488087271905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/750308488087271905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-little-dreams.html' title='Sweet, Little Dreams'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SChAhc_dO9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CgV--pt5OQ0/s72-c/sleep+tight.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-7625683500422538044</id><published>2008-05-07T07:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:19:20.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are FAMOUS</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official...we have bears.  I'm not even talking cute, soft, cuddly teddy bears that surround Mia in her room.  I'm talking about real life, should be in the zoo, brown bears!  NOT joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Casey broke one of our glasses and, since it was trash night and everything was already on the curb, he went to put it outside.  Upon doing so, he noticed all these people outside our townhouse with video cameras, along with the news and tons of headlights pointed in the same direction.  After the brief fleeting thought of paparazzi, Casey's curiosity was sparked and he ran outside to see what was the "big to do."  Up in the tree were two bear cubs and scattered across our lawn was all the trash we had been saving all week!  The little bear cubs had sifted through our garbage carefully picking out all of Mia's empty formula bottles.  Totally serious!  I didn't get a chance to take pictures of the bottles, but I will just to prove it.  All the Similac bottles are completely mangled - squished with big teeth marks as if they were trying to get the last few drops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news crew told Casey that it would be on the 10 PM news, so we quickly turned it on assuming they were going to make an example out of us -- &lt;em&gt;"Make sure you are careful not to leave food laying around that could attract the beautiful wildlife we live with here in Colorado."&lt;/em&gt;  They didn't though, because I guess there had been many bear spotting's (momma and 2 cubs) within the last few days, up in our area.  The footage they shot right outside our house was " this just in" footage with the little bears climbing up in the trees, licking their lips after such delicious tasting formula.  LOL!  It gave us a good chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the garbage men are not going to be too happy with us, as all of our garbage is now decorating the sidewalk (even though Casey tried to clean it up as much as possible) rather than neatly confined to multiple bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-7625683500422538044?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7625683500422538044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=7625683500422538044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7625683500422538044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/7625683500422538044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-are-famous.html' title='We are FAMOUS'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-8699720159544525032</id><published>2008-05-06T07:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:33:17.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was our second M&amp;amp;M day. After a weekend of sickies, I woke up feeling as if nothing had happened within the last few days. Praise the Lord! This was our M&amp;amp;M day and I didn't want anything to spoil it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular M&amp;amp;M day was to be filled with many "have to's" and only a few "want to's," but it didn't even matter. Time together is more precious as the days wear on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping daddy off at work, Mia and I promptly attended her 2 month check-up (already 2 months - WOW). She did wonderfully, weighing in at 10 lbs. and measuring at 23 inches! I was totally shocked. I knew she had grown, but I didn't expect her to shoot up like that! She, of course, was all smiles as the nurses loved up on her. They were totally impressed with how much she was showing off. Then came the awful part -- her first immunizations. There she was, laying on the table, wiggling and giggling then...POKE! She let out the biggest scream I've ever heard (minus the one that happened the first few moments of her life) and could barely breathe she was crying so hard. My heart just ached as I tried to calm her down through the 3 shots she had to get. "Mommy's here...Mommy's here, Princess..." was all I could whisper. Nothing helped until I could pick her up and cradle her close. She gave me this look that said it all - "Why did they have to do that to me?" So precious...my heart just melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to my friend &lt;a href="http://billandtaraexcellentadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara's&lt;/a&gt; house to see her and her new baby.  Life has been so crazy, lately, that we haven't been able to get together.  Mia and I could hardly wait to meet baby Ian.  He was so tiny!  Tara looks wonderful too, as she slips right into Mommy-hood.  She's a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; 30 minutes (BUMMER) with Tara and Ian, Mia and I were off to get new tires on our car.  Hubby and I have been needing to get new tires for a long time, so this was such a blessing to be able to do.  My friend Jennifer was there when we arrived (her hubby owns the car shop) so we sat and chatted while my car was getting worked on.  The minutes just flew by, which is always nice when you are getting car maintenance done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only a little nap, dinner preparation, and mommy's doctor appointment squeezed into the last few hours of the day, we finally ended up at daddy's work to finish out our day.  It was a beautiful day together in the midst of all our chores and errands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-8699720159544525032?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8699720159544525032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=8699720159544525032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8699720159544525032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/8699720159544525032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/m-day.html' title='M&amp;M Day'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1908580526194489748</id><published>2008-05-04T18:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:50:37.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Of Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What was planned for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nice homemade dinner to start off the weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good rented movie to watch when Mia was in bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running errands with the hubby - including shopping for new pants and getting groceries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking through my "old body" clothes to see if any could fit my "new body"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning the house, getting it ready for the week to come&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completely finishing all the laundry and ironing so hubby wouldn't have to go to work naked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A movie night, with good friends, full of popcorn and other goodies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A beautiful morning, at church, where we would dedicate Mia to the Lord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch with the extended family, celebrating Mia and all that happened at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working out at the gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What REALLY happened this weekend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hubby came home sick from work, so I made chicken broth for him and a turkey sandwich for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rented a &lt;u&gt;horrible&lt;/u&gt; movie that allowed me a few extra hours of sleep, and completely wasted 2 hours of Casey's life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to bed with a husband who had a fever of 99.5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran a few errands - barely got the grocery shopping done for the next 2 weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invited some good friends over for a movie. I was upstairs the whole night throwing up while they were downstairs feeling sorry for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had to wake hubby up from a great dream so he could feed Mia -- I could barely even move&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed in bed all morning, missing the chance for Mia's dedication&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a single yogurt for breakfast, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jamba&lt;/span&gt; Juice smoothie for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stripped and washed all of our bedding, hoping to get rid of germs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Searched hubby's closet to make sure he had something to possibly wear tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally did the dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ready for another nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of my husband, of me being sick. After he took them, I said "What in the WORLD are you doing?!" He matter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt; responded, "I figured you'd want them to blog about this experience." It's pretty scary how right he was! Don't I look pathetic? :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SB5ZsGEGDNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8Ffe_DRpdYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196689634109033682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SB5ZsGEGDNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8Ffe_DRpdYQ/s200/IMG_0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SB5ZsWEGDOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9DO8ouTBHCY/s1600-h/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196689638404000994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SB5ZsWEGDOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9DO8ouTBHCY/s200/IMG_0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-1908580526194489748?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1908580526194489748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1908580526194489748&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1908580526194489748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1908580526194489748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/change-of-plans.html' title='Change Of Plans'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SB5ZsGEGDNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8Ffe_DRpdYQ/s72-c/IMG_0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-1610399636515494306</id><published>2008-04-30T16:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:03:02.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M &amp; M Day</title><content type='html'>Since I woke up at 5:00 am Monday morning, I have been looking forward to the weekly "Mommy &amp;amp; Mia Day" happening today. I began to day dream about the wonderful things we would do, not including any chores that could spoil our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been such a wonderful day. This morning we woke up with Daddy so we could take him to work. With smiles and kisses, we sadly said goodbye to daddy, excited to see him in just a few hours. Then our day began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a ride to &lt;a href="http://www.family.org/"&gt;the Focus on the Family Bookstore&lt;/a&gt; where we were able to buy Mia some new books and a toddler bible. We got books that included "If Jesus Came to Visit Me," "The Tale of Three Trees," "You are Special," and "A Bug Collection." SO CUTE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; Mia picked them all out herself, so I couldn't say no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5yGEGDJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X7Vnb33WDJk/s1600-h/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195176809188428946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5yGEGDJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X7Vnb33WDJk/s200/IMG_0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj6K2EGDKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cKhf1_Sapgo/s1600-h/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195177234390191266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj6K2EGDKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cKhf1_Sapgo/s200/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mia's Uncle Nate met us at the bookstore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; his classes to take us to lunch. After much debate, Uncle Nate concluded that the ever delicious Fat Burger Restaurant would be the best choice for our lunch outing. As mommy wolfed down a delicious turkey burger, Mia sat there patiently, trying to get Uncle Nate to feed her a few french fries. Good thing mommy was there...no need to start fattening her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5wmEGDFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jXOPxdy9bVw/s1600-h/IMG_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195176783418625106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5wmEGDFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jXOPxdy9bVw/s200/IMG_0228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5w2EGDGI/AAAAAAAAAII/VYAngCoCDwk/s1600-h/IMG_0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195176787713592418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5w2EGDGI/AAAAAAAAAII/VYAngCoCDwk/s200/IMG_0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After lunch, Mia and mommy made our way to the mall where we were both able to get a brand new pair of shoes. Mia got some adorable little white shoes with hearts around the side. They will be perfect with her dress for dedication this Sunday. Mommy got a brand new pair of black high heels -- they make her legs look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5xWEGDII/AAAAAAAAAIY/oLI-FfJW7Uk/s1600-h/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195176796303527042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5xWEGDII/AAAAAAAAAIY/oLI-FfJW7Uk/s200/IMG_0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After all that adventure, it was definitely time to go home for a nap. With out belly's full, we took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; nap on the big recliner. It was so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5xGEGDHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_BaobQmpd8M/s1600-h/IMG_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195176792008559730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5xGEGDHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_BaobQmpd8M/s200/IMG_0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, it's finally time to go pick up daddy! I wonder if his day was as exciting as ours?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-1610399636515494306?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1610399636515494306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=1610399636515494306&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1610399636515494306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/1610399636515494306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/m-m-day.html' title='M &amp; M Day'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBj5yGEGDJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X7Vnb33WDJk/s72-c/IMG_0241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-6739049094773825831</id><published>2008-04-29T07:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:39:22.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Great</title><content type='html'>This weekend was jam packed with fun and adventure for Miss Mia. From a special party thrown in her honor, to dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.thechambs.blogspot.com/"&gt;the oldtime pizza place&lt;/a&gt; with extended family, to a special snuggly time with daddy at church, it was a weekend to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a post-pregnancy baby shower thrown by my inlaws! It was so much fun. The party was held at the &lt;a href="http://www.monalisafondue.com/"&gt;The Mona Lisa&lt;/a&gt; which is a fondue restaurant in Manitou Springs here in Colorado. The restaurant is in an old house, so every room is unique and different, making your time there never dull and boring. Mia was showered with many gifts, which mommy so generously opened for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjTWEGC9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/5eKGLGzBWT0/s1600-h/IMG_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194659510442396626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjTWEGC9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/5eKGLGzBWT0/s200/IMG_0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjT2EGC-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/zIxMXvLYOCU/s1600-h/IMG_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194659519032331234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjT2EGC-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/zIxMXvLYOCU/s200/IMG_0214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From many handmade articles such as blankets, booties and sweaters...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjUWEGC_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IqsaAEJblNU/s1600-h/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194659527622265842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjUWEGC_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IqsaAEJblNU/s200/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...to an itty-bitty swim suit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjU2EGDAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lQl1yxoPSJU/s1600-h/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194659536212200450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjU2EGDAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lQl1yxoPSJU/s200/IMG_0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBckSmEGDDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/47yg5xIMdDo/s1600-h/IMG_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194660597069122610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBckSmEGDDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/47yg5xIMdDo/s200/IMG_0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBckS2EGDEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n1wpGQpg4y0/s1600-h/IMG_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194660601364089922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBckS2EGDEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/n1wpGQpg4y0/s200/IMG_0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;...and plenty of adorable outfits, Mia was litterally spoiled and she absolutely LOVED it! Mommy and Daddy even got a few gifts that included a few gift cards for date nights (WAHOO) and a few gift cards to go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, my inlaws wanted to go out for pizza at the oldtime pizza place. This restaurant is a long time favorite of the Price-Gerster family and it is always a good time when we all gather around the table to chat it up. Mia decided that this was getting to be a little too long of a day, and though daddy was holding her tight, decided to through a fit the entire time. She was so exhausted/tired/cranky, but nothing would help until we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjVGEGDBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MDesHgKzA8c/s1600-h/IMG_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194659540507167762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjVGEGDBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MDesHgKzA8c/s200/IMG_0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was full of relaxation, naps, and chinese food. The perfect day before a new work week! Mia got in plenty of snuggling time with both mommy and daddy as we got ready to pass her onto someone else for the daytimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcj4WEGDCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k21Lqxh8z-I/s1600-h/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194660146097556514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcj4WEGDCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/k21Lqxh8z-I/s200/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, it was a wonderful weekend. Just what the doctor ordered!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-6739049094773825831?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6739049094773825831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=6739049094773825831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6739049094773825831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/6739049094773825831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-of-great.html' title='A Weekend of Great'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/SBcjTWEGC9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/5eKGLGzBWT0/s72-c/IMG_0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294766054814186788.post-2107667544243990228</id><published>2008-04-25T14:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:26:02.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it...</title><content type='html'>...my last day of maternity leave. Granted, I do have the weekend, but this is officially the last day of recorded maternity leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early today, hoping to thoroughly enjoy this day to the max. How, though, do I manage to squeeze all the hours, moments, and giggles into one last 24 hour period? I've painstakingly tried to plan out the last perfect day, but fear that I may be spending more time trying to plan the day than actually enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, though I know that I need to go back to work, and most likely it will get a little easier once in the swing of the new routine, I am completely dreading Monday.  I fear that Mia will forget all of our fun, and not desire her mommy as much.  I get nervous about her crying and the fact that I won't be there to comfort her.  I dream of those precious little moments that I will miss, not gettng a chance to see all the little ways she slowly changes.  Oh how my heart breaks when I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, please pray for me.  I know that I'm not the first woman to go back to work, leaving her precious little one behind, but it is a new experience for me.  I hope to handle it with grace and strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294766054814186788-2107667544243990228?l=gersterfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2107667544243990228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294766054814186788&amp;postID=2107667544243990228&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2107667544243990228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294766054814186788/posts/default/2107667544243990228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gersterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-it.html' title='This is it...'/><author><name>The Gerster Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00980149780055748736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1gfNmdhjDcY/R_UCfSokOSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l8FgfjsbKQI/S220/Erin+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
