<?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-1031078177037796740</id><updated>2012-02-06T14:50:43.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hurst's</title><subtitle type='html'>Abundant Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-3694896190480113348</id><published>2012-02-06T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:50:43.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post in down-right ancient.  Mom and I took Grace Louise to the Children's Museum of the Highlands in Sebring in December... and I'm just getting these pics posted!  I thought about leaving them out all together, but when I came across them last night, I was reminded what a fun outing this was and couldn't leave it out of my "scrapbook"!  I highly recommend this place for kids.  I'm thinking a future birthday party here would be spectacular! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8VGCm4UknY/Ty8sRPo57-I/AAAAAAAACo8/rN2eevbCgdI/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8VGCm4UknY/Ty8sRPo57-I/AAAAAAAACo8/rN2eevbCgdI/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705827927669207010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzV4PMGNAO8/Ty8sQ_yRq2I/AAAAAAAACos/tdw2P3wlFxQ/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzV4PMGNAO8/Ty8sQ_yRq2I/AAAAAAAACos/tdw2P3wlFxQ/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705827923413543778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhstjdTPOyo/Ty8sQjb5JCI/AAAAAAAACok/u_0ln7Zfeug/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhstjdTPOyo/Ty8sQjb5JCI/AAAAAAAACok/u_0ln7Zfeug/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705827915803468834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace Louise was in heaven!  She has a very active imagination and particularly enjoyed grocery shopping in the little "Publix".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96MGBizJXXk/Ty8rzIxo_0I/AAAAAAAACoY/qyWvaYQb2wI/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96MGBizJXXk/Ty8rzIxo_0I/AAAAAAAACoY/qyWvaYQb2wI/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705827410430721858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5DVYILMVxM/Ty8rjUS5xyI/AAAAAAAACoM/BhrQIAZLitU/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5DVYILMVxM/Ty8rjUS5xyI/AAAAAAAACoM/BhrQIAZLitU/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705827138645116706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqO6FY8K7gI/Ty8rjGGrAFI/AAAAAAAACoA/E5Kb-I87v7I/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqO6FY8K7gI/Ty8rjGGrAFI/AAAAAAAACoA/E5Kb-I87v7I/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705827134835720274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seniorita Waitress taking our lunch order at the Global Cafe!  She did such a great job, asking, "What would you like to eat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuGOSbkRcMM/Ty8riCwhJoI/AAAAAAAACn0/w8GcSrLpFO0/s1600/DSC_0074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuGOSbkRcMM/Ty8riCwhJoI/AAAAAAAACn0/w8GcSrLpFO0/s320/DSC_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705827116757624450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on to the theatre and puppet show! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atMEgcqMiZ8/Ty8rh0ZvPXI/AAAAAAAACno/28AhpfhaGkA/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atMEgcqMiZ8/Ty8rh0ZvPXI/AAAAAAAACno/28AhpfhaGkA/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705827112903982450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, we ALL had fun playing dress up!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dv4MnSQVJc/Ty8qpMLDBwI/AAAAAAAACnc/-fUctVfBu5M/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dv4MnSQVJc/Ty8qpMLDBwI/AAAAAAAACnc/-fUctVfBu5M/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705826140032272130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5r1K-ekC73U/Ty8qnxU90jI/AAAAAAAACnU/75CYXz5bQQw/s1600/DSC_0094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5r1K-ekC73U/Ty8qnxU90jI/AAAAAAAACnU/75CYXz5bQQw/s320/DSC_0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705826115646247474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making big bubbles in the water center!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AieaYuM0RJs/Ty8qnn9Ws4I/AAAAAAAACnA/VNFBTJDAWbI/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AieaYuM0RJs/Ty8qnn9Ws4I/AAAAAAAACnA/VNFBTJDAWbI/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705826113131295618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Checking out the camera and forecasting the weather :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xU4180-jK50/Ty8qna3lyxI/AAAAAAAACm4/0SCbTs67nBA/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xU4180-jK50/Ty8qna3lyxI/AAAAAAAACm4/0SCbTs67nBA/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705826109617457938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing Grace Louise play in this environment really opened my eyes to how much she is picking up from me on a daily basis.  Letting our kids simply live our lives with us (the best part of being a stay at home mom) is invaluable for their development.  Grocery shopping, going to the post office, running errands, etc. teaches life and social skills even at a young age.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-3694896190480113348?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/3694896190480113348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=3694896190480113348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3694896190480113348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3694896190480113348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2012/02/childrens-museum.html' title='Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8VGCm4UknY/Ty8sRPo57-I/AAAAAAAACo8/rN2eevbCgdI/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5209990460123402830</id><published>2012-02-05T19:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:09:23.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Either the Florida summer is starting early, or winter never really came.  We are experiencing higher than normal temperatures, which means outdoor fun is limitless, but, honestly, this is totally messing with my mind.  I find myself basking in the sun thinking for sure that it is the beginning of summer.  I just can't believe we still have a potentially cold February and March ahead, followed by a rainy April before the heat really kicks up in May.  Heck, Grace Louise and I have even been enjoying our lake beach!  Jimmy caught us out one day, me in my bathing suit, sitting in a lounge chair, reading a book, Grace Louise splashing in the lake shore.   He accused me of having my seasons mixed up.  Nevertheless, we're taking it as it comes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYDUvMxgXXA/Ty8jNdF0_BI/AAAAAAAACkg/wxq-Uis-jzA/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYDUvMxgXXA/Ty8jNdF0_BI/AAAAAAAACkg/wxq-Uis-jzA/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705817966956051474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pants on the ground, pants on the ground...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLAKMcTeUis/Ty8jMsPWK3I/AAAAAAAACkY/yrLDfrrLS1Y/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLAKMcTeUis/Ty8jMsPWK3I/AAAAAAAACkY/yrLDfrrLS1Y/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705817953842637682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking for shells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QrJH2VII9g/Ty8jMU0KyjI/AAAAAAAACkM/on_g4fQ18gc/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QrJH2VII9g/Ty8jMU0KyjI/AAAAAAAACkM/on_g4fQ18gc/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705817947554630194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sweet girl loves the lake and playing the sand.  Could do it for hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5209990460123402830?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5209990460123402830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5209990460123402830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5209990460123402830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5209990460123402830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2012/02/lake-beach.html' title='Lake Beach'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GYDUvMxgXXA/Ty8jNdF0_BI/AAAAAAAACkg/wxq-Uis-jzA/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-3296966295223147522</id><published>2012-01-21T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:28:53.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yogi in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Grace Louise always loves to join me in "yoda", but this particular day she was striking out on her own.  I will make no bones about it... she is really good for a 2 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlTAOr8QtSU/TxuA69UKjMI/AAAAAAAACj8/m7geYKDUiB4/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlTAOr8QtSU/TxuA69UKjMI/AAAAAAAACj8/m7geYKDUiB4/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700291503747402946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Warrior 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JSsHH0zSxo/TxuA6UyvDTI/AAAAAAAACj0/ziHbwN3VZ5U/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JSsHH0zSxo/TxuA6UyvDTI/AAAAAAAACj0/ziHbwN3VZ5U/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700291492869770546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Downward Facing Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4KlufwGmpI/TxuAODRM4jI/AAAAAAAACjo/wKZHUtTNpEI/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y4KlufwGmpI/TxuAODRM4jI/AAAAAAAACjo/wKZHUtTNpEI/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700290732251472434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBSBFK5IHb8/TxuANsBKMyI/AAAAAAAACjg/uasZ6uHX-ok/s1600/DSC_0008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBSBFK5IHb8/TxuANsBKMyI/AAAAAAAACjg/uasZ6uHX-ok/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700290726010172194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing straddle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eG8W1OrL8ec/TxuANFa2WYI/AAAAAAAACjQ/LeHljwB8QSY/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eG8W1OrL8ec/TxuANFa2WYI/AAAAAAAACjQ/LeHljwB8QSY/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700290715648940418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And look at that beautiful Triangle Pose!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-3296966295223147522?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/3296966295223147522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=3296966295223147522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3296966295223147522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3296966295223147522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/yogi-in-making.html' title='A Yogi in the Making'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlTAOr8QtSU/TxuA69UKjMI/AAAAAAAACj8/m7geYKDUiB4/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-2456194936742570948</id><published>2012-01-11T13:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:56:33.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Surprise!  I'm going to be a big sister!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are having another baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew! What a relief! We've been waiting for the perfect time to share our happy news and excitement with everyone for what seems like forever! Five weeks of nausea with no way to complain has been... well, probably a blessing in disguise. Hopefully that is nearing the end anyway, since we are almost out of the first trimester. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt; for the glory of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Trimester... my favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling the news is always the most fun, knowing you have the power to bring a crazy kind of joy to a few grandparents. I found an idea on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pinterest&lt;/span&gt; that we were going to use, but that never panned out. We opted for one fairly traditional idea and one pretty darn original one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2UBqb1J3E0/Tw3Su48ZqmI/AAAAAAAAChY/OFFpkw_e6rY/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2UBqb1J3E0/Tw3Su48ZqmI/AAAAAAAAChY/OFFpkw_e6rY/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696440806695086690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace Louise is the proud owner of an "I'm the Big Sister" shirt that she showed off for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BeBe&lt;/span&gt;, Pops, and Uncle Marsh on Tuesday night. We sent a picture of the shirt to Aunt Lindsey in Kentucky. We practiced all day, "Surprise! I'm going to be a big sister!" which she never ended up saying, of course! It was still a special way of spilling the beans. When I told them the due date, August 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I got an interesting response from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BeBe&lt;/span&gt;. "What's significant about that?" I asked. Only my husband/baby daddy's birthday. Oh dear. I'm in trouble.  Pretty neat, although odds are Baby Hurst will not arrive so early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mama found out on camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkpDcyF1dBU/Tw4q0SbQO4I/AAAAAAAACjE/2R0THqWAh24/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkpDcyF1dBU/Tw4q0SbQO4I/AAAAAAAACjE/2R0THqWAh24/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696537656457968514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a sweet picture with her granddaughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPhzuB0bHVE/Tw4q0OfMCyI/AAAAAAAACi4/DOZtnD5ufi0/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vhxjNHSP_6E/Tw4qz5CdjKI/AAAAAAAACis/mQaBqatfQqU/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696537649643097250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Grace Louise, look at the camera.  Say 'Surprise'!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LaLa&lt;/span&gt; clearly didn't know the surprise yet!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rukUx7xmyQc/Tw4p8kpu_-I/AAAAAAAACig/M8v5ku9DftQ/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rukUx7xmyQc/Tw4p8kpu_-I/AAAAAAAACig/M8v5ku9DftQ/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696536699277869026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm going to be a big sister!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LaLa&lt;/span&gt; is questioning the surprise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4lzDRDsLqo/Tw4p8Bb1o9I/AAAAAAAACiU/73sZeRA8wMw/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4lzDRDsLqo/Tw4p8Bb1o9I/AAAAAAAACiU/73sZeRA8wMw/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696536689824342994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Stop it!" she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace Louise, totally uninterested, is now playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;itsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bitsy&lt;/span&gt; spider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yep!  August 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm 11 weeks!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNyFgl8cxKk/Tw4p8AQtmMI/AAAAAAAACiI/jf3Oj4RC1gY/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNyFgl8cxKk/Tw4p8AQtmMI/AAAAAAAACiI/jf3Oj4RC1gY/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696536689509243074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I knew it!" as she points her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gnarly&lt;/span&gt; finger at me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx1ISakyD6Y/Tw4pEiBBzzI/AAAAAAAACh8/RFwG-xnXQm8/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx1ISakyD6Y/Tw4pEiBBzzI/AAAAAAAACh8/RFwG-xnXQm8/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696535736497590066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're really pregnant?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrgXqWFnIOU/Tw4pEGRkUVI/AAAAAAAAChw/T8-lGOaudSo/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrgXqWFnIOU/Tw4pEGRkUVI/AAAAAAAAChw/T8-lGOaudSo/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696535729050767698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Are you serious?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCcnDY2sOJg/Tw4pD6SeA0I/AAAAAAAAChk/XiLw2yrGWQY/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nCcnDY2sOJg/Tw4pD6SeA0I/AAAAAAAAChk/XiLw2yrGWQY/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696535725833323330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh my gosh.  I can't believe it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of love and hugs and chatter to follow these priceless photos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So glad to share this joy with my family :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbEEtEnuAdQ/Tw3St1aGqnI/AAAAAAAAChQ/7ogE9MN8doc/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbEEtEnuAdQ/Tw3St1aGqnI/AAAAAAAAChQ/7ogE9MN8doc/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696440788566059634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pinterest&lt;/span&gt; idea that we obviously couldn't make work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wIrQmZW6Qw/Tw3StXt10AI/AAAAAAAAChA/2Hro0DUdX8w/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wIrQmZW6Qw/Tw3StXt10AI/AAAAAAAAChA/2Hro0DUdX8w/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696440780595777538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we did a cute grin from this 2 year old... who is going to make an amazing big sister!&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/1031078177037796740-2456194936742570948?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/2456194936742570948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=2456194936742570948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2456194936742570948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2456194936742570948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/surprise-im-going-to-be-big-sister.html' title='&quot;Surprise!  I&apos;m going to be a big sister!&quot;'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2UBqb1J3E0/Tw3Su48ZqmI/AAAAAAAAChY/OFFpkw_e6rY/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5969263587403444986</id><published>2012-01-10T19:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:27:11.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A little late in posting these.  My new friend, &lt;a href="http://www.gingerunzuetaphotography.com/"&gt;Ginger&lt;/a&gt;, did an amazing job capturing the light and type of pictures I'd hoped for this year.  Our neighbors were gracious to let us use their "yard" (although I'd hardly say this classifies as a yard... more like an estate) which proved to be a lovely backdrop for the pics.  As usual, the more candid shots are most special and I thank Ginger for giving us a few of those.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CeGEJyqdDU/TwzfcYLlAlI/AAAAAAAACgQ/RZ2sp4XSSh8/s1600/GIU_9942.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CeGEJyqdDU/TwzfcYLlAlI/AAAAAAAACgQ/RZ2sp4XSSh8/s400/GIU_9942.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696173307337179730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple pics from the balcony of our own castle :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTNJ6zSzQ2Y/TwzfcGedAZI/AAAAAAAACgE/eJlXaDBCgL0/s1600/GIU_9950.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTNJ6zSzQ2Y/TwzfcGedAZI/AAAAAAAACgE/eJlXaDBCgL0/s400/GIU_9950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696173302584508818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cx63avEA1Rw/TwzfGrrVO9I/AAAAAAAACf4/yOFjsLW7ZHg/s1600/GIU_9966.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cx63avEA1Rw/TwzfGrrVO9I/AAAAAAAACf4/yOFjsLW7ZHg/s400/GIU_9966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696172934613515218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mat9-8KoLTQ/TwzeqvzLqfI/AAAAAAAACfs/GbD4VsZUvhs/s1600/GIU_9996.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mat9-8KoLTQ/TwzeqvzLqfI/AAAAAAAACfs/GbD4VsZUvhs/s400/GIU_9996.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696172454683847154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gOJoJfQXio/TwzbdGCsN5I/AAAAAAAACfU/HfLygXlOhZ8/s400/GIU_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696168921601423250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4KhRskyPdg/TwzasNKi3zI/AAAAAAAACfI/e9WNXBwyU2s/s1600/GIU_0083b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4KhRskyPdg/TwzasNKi3zI/AAAAAAAACfI/e9WNXBwyU2s/s400/GIU_0083b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696168081699823410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vV4ry9PXO48/TwzYoOZJXqI/AAAAAAAACe8/b7L5cySlWdY/s1600/GIU_0095.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vV4ry9PXO48/TwzYoOZJXqI/AAAAAAAACe8/b7L5cySlWdY/s400/GIU_0095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696165814286769826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbqX9KJOx5I/TwzYneWEDeI/AAAAAAAACew/OdlmO3rES6I/s1600/GIU_0100.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbqX9KJOx5I/TwzYneWEDeI/AAAAAAAACew/OdlmO3rES6I/s400/GIU_0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696165801388936674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow4WecSv0Tc/TwzYm4BLs8I/AAAAAAAACek/e6wEX3Yhtd0/s1600/GIU_0121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow4WecSv0Tc/TwzYm4BLs8I/AAAAAAAACek/e6wEX3Yhtd0/s400/GIU_0121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696165791100810178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a26PSy8CTXc/TwzXKUi3sII/AAAAAAAACeU/JJeENDH5CmA/s1600/GIU_0163.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a26PSy8CTXc/TwzXKUi3sII/AAAAAAAACeU/JJeENDH5CmA/s400/GIU_0163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696164201030463618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a970QrMHtXA/TwzXIXdc2iI/AAAAAAAACeI/gvb9hOQJQIQ/s1600/GIU_0165.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a970QrMHtXA/TwzXIXdc2iI/AAAAAAAACeI/gvb9hOQJQIQ/s400/GIU_0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696164167453301282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edG-of8Od8A/TwzXHxbiUJI/AAAAAAAACd8/GvHVFVtq8GA/s1600/GIU_0177.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-edG-of8Od8A/TwzXHxbiUJI/AAAAAAAACd8/GvHVFVtq8GA/s400/GIU_0177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696164157244723346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swinging next door at Uncle Dave's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ojh9Vf6YcPU/TwzXHdp2atI/AAAAAAAACdw/xiWWA9GMWSc/s1600/GIU_0180.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ojh9Vf6YcPU/TwzXHdp2atI/AAAAAAAACdw/xiWWA9GMWSc/s400/GIU_0180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696164151936051922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5969263587403444986?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5969263587403444986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5969263587403444986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5969263587403444986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5969263587403444986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-family-pics.html' title='2011 Family Pics'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CeGEJyqdDU/TwzfcYLlAlI/AAAAAAAACgQ/RZ2sp4XSSh8/s72-c/GIU_9942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5282457938837461212</id><published>2012-01-07T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:30:48.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Traditionally, we spend Christmas evening with my mom and family, enjoying an amazing prime rib dinner that is a truly heartfelt gift from my mom, born out of the hard work and week of preparation to pull it all off!  Not surprisingly, it was delicious again!  This Christmas celebration was more packed than usual... family from out of town and friends joining us to make this evening something special.  Quarters were close, but I wouldn't exchange the time with friends and family for more elbow room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AJvaA1v4MM/TwNpZ-BN0XI/AAAAAAAACb4/xwQHg84pt8k/s1600/386539_2947748094762_1293092866_33231462_576158232_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AJvaA1v4MM/TwNpZ-BN0XI/AAAAAAAACb4/xwQHg84pt8k/s320/386539_2947748094762_1293092866_33231462_576158232_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693510248792183154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new Minnie Mouse suitcase from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CaCa&lt;/span&gt; and Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jJUm_6bbtUg/TwNpZI3xyUI/AAAAAAAACbs/g4RrcoMWxHE/s1600/394467_2947756734978_1293092866_33231487_737789315_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VYQClzy8uAQ/TwNpY64aTFI/AAAAAAAACbU/jAEfJ5IiSnc/s320/389414_2947769975309_1293092866_33231542_1911278940_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693510230770076754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDjJc8BDygY/TwNkPszbj5I/AAAAAAAACbI/Ry17-OJyl2Q/s1600/408367_2947770775329_1293092866_33231543_774540542_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDjJc8BDygY/TwNkPszbj5I/AAAAAAAACbI/Ry17-OJyl2Q/s320/408367_2947770775329_1293092866_33231543_774540542_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693504574814130066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYi6wYMQ9kc/TwNkOsATQ8I/AAAAAAAACa8/Zl8F_twdLY8/s1600/374612_2947771255341_1293092866_33231545_478662817_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYi6wYMQ9kc/TwNkOsATQ8I/AAAAAAAACa8/Zl8F_twdLY8/s320/374612_2947771255341_1293092866_33231545_478662817_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693504557419807682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAzOH61BcLQ/TwNkOuw9QFI/AAAAAAAACas/-Q8xjKX-Y5k/s1600/400835_2947771735353_1293092866_33231546_1417407271_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAzOH61BcLQ/TwNkOuw9QFI/AAAAAAAACas/-Q8xjKX-Y5k/s320/400835_2947771735353_1293092866_33231546_1417407271_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693504558160756818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoZnRwfRHOE/TwNkOmuImqI/AAAAAAAACak/NR6VvxyP4CA/s1600/397626_2947778815530_1293092866_33231557_1928267461_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoZnRwfRHOE/TwNkOmuImqI/AAAAAAAACak/NR6VvxyP4CA/s320/397626_2947778815530_1293092866_33231557_1928267461_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693504556001434274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing Aggie the craft supplies she bought with her Christmas money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K4VIUlqMwg/TwNjQnjBpMI/AAAAAAAACaY/y_M3YECLze4/s1600/404214_2947785295692_1293092866_33231565_1633495839_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K4VIUlqMwg/TwNjQnjBpMI/AAAAAAAACaY/y_M3YECLze4/s320/404214_2947785295692_1293092866_33231565_1633495839_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693503491071386818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYCScipN04U/TwNjP1HRmKI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Vc4ymGNvtmc/s1600/384758_2947785735703_1293092866_33231566_335480737_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYCScipN04U/TwNjP1HRmKI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Vc4ymGNvtmc/s320/384758_2947785735703_1293092866_33231566_335480737_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693503477533218978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnvujTGPA9s/TwNjP36AwPI/AAAAAAAACZ8/xJisaZz2W00/s1600/399140_2947790415820_1293092866_33231576_396848583_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnvujTGPA9s/TwNjP36AwPI/AAAAAAAACZ8/xJisaZz2W00/s320/399140_2947790415820_1293092866_33231576_396848583_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693503478282895602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our most honored guest of the evening... Papa's sister, Aunt Ginny, from North Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i58Eajad52E/TwNjPhMOJRI/AAAAAAAACZ0/bz4m1IbZHZs/s1600/378826_2947796175964_1293092866_33231588_2047204124_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i58Eajad52E/TwNjPhMOJRI/AAAAAAAACZ0/bz4m1IbZHZs/s320/378826_2947796175964_1293092866_33231588_2047204124_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693503472185255186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A doll high chair- for more imaginative play!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5282457938837461212?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5282457938837461212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5282457938837461212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5282457938837461212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5282457938837461212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-more.html' title='And more!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AJvaA1v4MM/TwNpZ-BN0XI/AAAAAAAACb4/xwQHg84pt8k/s72-c/386539_2947748094762_1293092866_33231462_576158232_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-8463004295890824033</id><published>2012-01-03T21:45:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:21:35.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We were glad to celebrate Christmas on a Sunday this year.  We enjoyed some nice family time in the morning- reading the entire Advent Story.  Sharing our gifts with one another.  And then heading off to church for a really special Christmas service.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_METTmjv9NE/TwdjHL20jtI/AAAAAAAACdY/c8yAsMBpjUE/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_METTmjv9NE/TwdjHL20jtI/AAAAAAAACdY/c8yAsMBpjUE/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694629228926242514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually the first two pictures are from Christmas Eve Eve, which we celebrated with Jimmy's family here at the house.  Grace Louise is sporting her new owl slippers from Uncle Marsh and delivering gifts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrBoPxUVflU/TwdjGu1UpZI/AAAAAAAACdM/Q8JQEw0QKgc/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrBoPxUVflU/TwdjGu1UpZI/AAAAAAAACdM/Q8JQEw0QKgc/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694629221135328658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new baby from Aunt Lindsey!  And a fishing pole from Pops and Bebe.  More pics of the fishing sure to come... after all fishing is a daily activity around here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FzWYtL5MMz8/TwdjGIiUnfI/AAAAAAAACdA/ImQLgNawknM/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FzWYtL5MMz8/TwdjGIiUnfI/AAAAAAAACdA/ImQLgNawknM/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694629210855087602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0l5zwUmGHY/TwdjF_ta2nI/AAAAAAAACc0/3m8k9xCR2WQ/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0l5zwUmGHY/TwdjF_ta2nI/AAAAAAAACc0/3m8k9xCR2WQ/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694629208485714546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy helping Grace Louise open her "big" gift from mommy and daddy.  A cabbage patch baby for the bathtub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58sfM07LXn4/TwO-4KuhzxI/AAAAAAAACco/ejy29XR0Tgo/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58sfM07LXn4/TwO-4KuhzxI/AAAAAAAACco/ejy29XR0Tgo/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693604226087898898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BoVEXU0wRhI/TwO-39x20QI/AAAAAAAACcc/YEmwUzoiNRc/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BoVEXU0wRhI/TwO-39x20QI/AAAAAAAACcc/YEmwUzoiNRc/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693604222612197634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7m16IZVoR8c/TwO-3dr4dFI/AAAAAAAACcQ/RY-DozQxqR4/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7m16IZVoR8c/TwO-3dr4dFI/AAAAAAAACcQ/RY-DozQxqR4/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693604213997204562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;likes it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjUCtWYfDBM/TwO-3YN4k8I/AAAAAAAACcE/qOBwK7Ld9G4/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjUCtWYfDBM/TwO-3YN4k8I/AAAAAAAACcE/qOBwK7Ld9G4/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693604212529206210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a doll house from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LaLa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Poppee&lt;/span&gt;.  We actually waited several days after Christmas for this big gift.  It needed a morning all its own!  It's been really fun watching her use her imagination with this toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-8463004295890824033?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/8463004295890824033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=8463004295890824033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8463004295890824033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8463004295890824033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-christmas.html' title='More Christmas...'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_METTmjv9NE/TwdjHL20jtI/AAAAAAAACdY/c8yAsMBpjUE/s72-c/DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-4920387991200855333</id><published>2012-01-03T21:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:42:49.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, my blogging during the Christmas season really suffered, but better that than more important things, right?!  We had a great and meaningful Christmas, characterized by both great blessing and loss.  We incorporated a few new traditions, spent oodles of time with family and friends, and enjoyed some really fun Christmas festivities that Grace Louise wouldn't have enjoyed or appreciated in past years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also grieved the imminent loss of Jimmy's Papa Hurst, visiting him at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sebring&lt;/span&gt; Hospice House many times during and after Christmas week. He went to be with Jesus on January 1st of this New Year.  I know time does not exist beyond this earth, but I have to imagine it must have been very neat to enter the New Year at the feet of Jesus, with a new mind, a new body and a crown of righteousness to present to the King!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our newest tradition in helping keep our hearts and minds on Christ Jesus during the Christmas season was adding the celebration of Advent.  Advent is a liturgical tradition that hasn't been observed in any church Jimmy and I have ever attended.  Our thoughts on including this in our family are very simple... #1 keep in simple #2 no legalism- keep the tradition because you can and want to, not because you have to and #3 let the experience of the tradition draw you closer to Jesus and remember Him more during the Christmas season.  I will admit, our first go-round was wobbly.  I don't think any of us really understood the meaning of the candles, although at the very end of advent we were given a really helpful handout that gives suggested meaning for each of the candles, scripture readings, stories, etc.  Using this new handout will certainly bring more meaning to this tradition next year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Louise and I made our own version of an advent wreath.  Since I had never done this before, I decided to label the candles so we would be reminded of their meanings.   Ta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIvmkODo3g4/TvKOKfVJExI/AAAAAAAACZo/BSJFlQkExzY/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIvmkODo3g4/TvKOKfVJExI/AAAAAAAACZo/BSJFlQkExzY/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688765590182368018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom bought Grace Louise and our family &lt;a href="http://www.adventbook.com/"&gt;The Advent Book&lt;/a&gt; as a gift.  It is a beautiful hardback book with doors that open for each day (Dec 1-25) telling the story of Christ's birth. Grace Louise really enjoyed this tradition and looked forward to reading the book every evening.  Several nights we skipped the book and would catch up later in the week... again, the joy is that we &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt; to enjoy this tradition, not that we &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to!  I would highly recommend this book for any family looking for another way to point to Jesus during the Christmas season.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JeA_iUNg1Y8/TwdlCQvUlyI/AAAAAAAACdk/X9toLWYTcUY/s1600/adventbook-cover.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JeA_iUNg1Y8/TwdlCQvUlyI/AAAAAAAACdk/X9toLWYTcUY/s320/adventbook-cover.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694631343360874274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-4920387991200855333?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/4920387991200855333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=4920387991200855333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4920387991200855333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4920387991200855333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2012/01/celebrating-advent.html' title='Celebrating Advent'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eIvmkODo3g4/TvKOKfVJExI/AAAAAAAACZo/BSJFlQkExzY/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-4586105728726934838</id><published>2011-12-19T15:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:38:18.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This Christmas season has so far, been very fun and meaningful for our family. Continuing traditions that we started in the previous two years and creating some new ones. Each year is proving to be more exciting as Grace Louise gets older and can be involved more in the Christmas festivities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbuoHBfEvAw/TvKBo0j9cLI/AAAAAAAACZc/tangXYQIYdI/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbuoHBfEvAw/TvKBo0j9cLI/AAAAAAAACZc/tangXYQIYdI/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688751817626579122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeLQxXWEiqw/TvKBoNrhNmI/AAAAAAAACZQ/mBZTdqN1NJU/s1600/DSC_0109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeLQxXWEiqw/TvKBoNrhNmI/AAAAAAAACZQ/mBZTdqN1NJU/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688751807189300834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This child is crazy about a sucker!  Her all time favorite treat, reserved for parades and trips to the bank :-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyeeUlulVfg/TvKBncDCz5I/AAAAAAAACZE/0ZYnb0mOEtg/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyeeUlulVfg/TvKBncDCz5I/AAAAAAAACZE/0ZYnb0mOEtg/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688751793866198930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the local churches had a band on their float playing worship music.  I told Grace Louise they were praising the Lord.  So, here she is praising the Lord too.  Precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lNOuiKSXMw/TvKBm0kuwAI/AAAAAAAACY4/W0R1OAm3jqY/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--lNOuiKSXMw/TvKBm0kuwAI/AAAAAAAACY4/W0R1OAm3jqY/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688751783270072322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kid next to her was eating an airhead.  She was so intrigued, bending over and invading his personal space.  He never seemed to notice her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tree trimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JTDC9bcEOU/Tu-oQ3F63vI/AAAAAAAACYw/bdnTrXbh-4Q/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JTDC9bcEOU/Tu-oQ3F63vI/AAAAAAAACYw/bdnTrXbh-4Q/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687949862012378866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing proud next to our first handmade ornament as we started decorating the tree for Christmas.  As I'm sure I've mentioned before, we've chosen to trim our tree with ornaments that remind us of Jesus.  Lots of manger scenes, &lt;/span&gt;angels, doves and word ornaments like Joy, Hope, and Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pw9zjDWC8o/Tu-oQoezrdI/AAAAAAAACYg/ViExsHbLwoo/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pw9zjDWC8o/Tu-oQoezrdI/AAAAAAAACYg/ViExsHbLwoo/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687949858090233298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Totally taking a break from tree decorating to get some knee sugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;downtown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGnKzG2ESLk/Tu-nFz3973I/AAAAAAAACYY/gGR-OPeutIw/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGnKzG2ESLk/Tu-nFz3973I/AAAAAAAACYY/gGR-OPeutIw/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687948572658364274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Mom and I took Grace Louise to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frostproof&lt;/span&gt; Christmas party at the Methodist Church. ...listening to the story of Jesus' birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t92yqs7UbFo/Tu-nFHUNskI/AAAAAAAACYI/nv83rW3xTPc/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t92yqs7UbFo/Tu-nFHUNskI/AAAAAAAACYI/nv83rW3xTPc/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687948560697242178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;First time in a bounce house!  I think we're hooked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ec7DifQ_9A/Tu-nErKhizI/AAAAAAAACX8/88dkdoPo6Mk/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Ec7DifQ_9A/Tu-nErKhizI/AAAAAAAACX8/88dkdoPo6Mk/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687948553140407090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She was fearless... mostly &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt; bounced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KBOgxFiPcak/Tu-nEIdbppI/AAAAAAAACXw/75HXUVDt4wo/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687948543824471698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;This was as close as she would get to the ponies, despite the fact that she was most excited about this attraction.  Before leaving she decided she would make a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; attempt to ride.  She even let them put the helmet on.  But no riding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-4586105728726934838?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/4586105728726934838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=4586105728726934838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4586105728726934838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4586105728726934838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UbuoHBfEvAw/TvKBo0j9cLI/AAAAAAAACZc/tangXYQIYdI/s72-c/DSC_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7406122644286548303</id><published>2011-12-09T00:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:34:55.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiggles and Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hoped to pair these current pics of Grace Louise at the library with some pictures of her during Wiggles last year. Apparently I never took any... Nevertheless, here she is enjoying some books and time with mama.  Something we do (almost) every Tuesday for over a year now. We've just started checking out books to take home, beginning with some seasonal books at Thanksgiving.  A few of my favorite Christmas books so far have been The Crippled Lamb by Max Lucado and A Counting Christmas by Karen Katz.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtUey0-c774/TuGe7VpB3UI/AAAAAAAACXk/j_AnRb3jsrc/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtUey0-c774/TuGe7VpB3UI/AAAAAAAACXk/j_AnRb3jsrc/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683998946976980290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HG7NWNovKB0/TuGe7IyvaGI/AAAAAAAACXY/x2fipy1tku8/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HG7NWNovKB0/TuGe7IyvaGI/AAAAAAAACXY/x2fipy1tku8/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683998943528052834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPdt1aNDTHA/TuGeeXyMPlI/AAAAAAAACXM/377drIxSHHk/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPdt1aNDTHA/TuGeeXyMPlI/AAAAAAAACXM/377drIxSHHk/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683998449336073810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cU-moUqses/TuGedloTgXI/AAAAAAAACXE/IvYf_3_WbhM/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cU-moUqses/TuGedloTgXI/AAAAAAAACXE/IvYf_3_WbhM/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683998435872833906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying, "I want an orange!"  We enjoyed a little tangerine snack on the grass before driving home from the library last week.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IfR3k9VVMM/TuGedN2kM5I/AAAAAAAACW0/M65mC9fQvPw/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1IfR3k9VVMM/TuGedN2kM5I/AAAAAAAACW0/M65mC9fQvPw/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683998429490197394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QwYz4LYxWMc/TuGec70k6hI/AAAAAAAACWo/g5ftw-fFTNM/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QwYz4LYxWMc/TuGec70k6hI/AAAAAAAACWo/g5ftw-fFTNM/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683998424650017298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading The Christmas Tree Farm, one of Grace Louise's favorites especially since we read this many times leading up to purchasing and decorating our own tree.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KylfL_HDfGQ/TuGechJsJ1I/AAAAAAAACWc/Swca3uvZxbI/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KylfL_HDfGQ/TuGechJsJ1I/AAAAAAAACWc/Swca3uvZxbI/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683998417490814802" /&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/1031078177037796740-7406122644286548303?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7406122644286548303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7406122644286548303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7406122644286548303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7406122644286548303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/12/wiggles-and-giggles.html' title='Wiggles and Giggles'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtUey0-c774/TuGe7VpB3UI/AAAAAAAACXk/j_AnRb3jsrc/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-8249679733429202775</id><published>2011-12-08T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:20:28.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Gaming with Grace Louise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My brothers and I have a favorite past time, playing at video arcades on weekends with my dad. Air hockey was a personal fave.  That and earning as many tickets as I could playing skee-ball. (And then, of course, spending $20 in tickets on a 5 cent plastic ring and wishing I had 5,000 to buy the life size panda bear hanging on the wall). I have memories of my dad dishing out tons of tokens and being right in the mix, playing like a big kid!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Louise is far from extreme gaming, but here are some pics from our recent trip to the arcade at the Lake Wales mall.  A fun, Sunday afternoon... totally worth 5 bucks in tokens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geY9NJPUK2M/TuGISsn4GjI/AAAAAAAACWQ/_FHQegXjYS4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geY9NJPUK2M/TuGISsn4GjI/AAAAAAAACWQ/_FHQegXjYS4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683974059515714098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YMNOz94gyk/TuGISpXMSTI/AAAAAAAACWA/i9Q4SkF0XtM/s1600/DSC_0013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YMNOz94gyk/TuGISpXMSTI/AAAAAAAACWA/i9Q4SkF0XtM/s320/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683974058640427314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZF43diR3XI/TuGISBpz27I/AAAAAAAACV4/V-p8LElqLGQ/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZF43diR3XI/TuGISBpz27I/AAAAAAAACV4/V-p8LElqLGQ/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683974047981099954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mADZmcoT3ZI/TuGIRy0W4aI/AAAAAAAACVs/djU5TJTCKBk/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mADZmcoT3ZI/TuGIRy0W4aI/AAAAAAAACVs/djU5TJTCKBk/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683974043998806434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkIBLBA_hbg/TuGIRsAT3PI/AAAAAAAACVg/Gb-PMIkgNDo/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkIBLBA_hbg/TuGIRsAT3PI/AAAAAAAACVg/Gb-PMIkgNDo/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683974042169892082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-8249679733429202775?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/8249679733429202775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=8249679733429202775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8249679733429202775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8249679733429202775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/12/extreme-gaming-with-grace-louise.html' title='Extreme Gaming with Grace Louise'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geY9NJPUK2M/TuGISsn4GjI/AAAAAAAACWQ/_FHQegXjYS4/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-843318924769941422</id><published>2011-12-01T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:31:15.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving at the Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All holidays of the year for our family are filled with yummy food, lots of quality family time, and sweet traditions.  We enjoyed Thanksgiving lunch with Jimmy's family and then headed back home to prepare a turkey for our first ever personally hosted Thanksgiving dinner.  Being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delegator&lt;/span&gt; that I am...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... others brought the side dishes.  I've watched my mom do this virtually solo my whole life, so I've learned a few things along the way.  That's a lot of work for one person!  The food was great, the family time even better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlKstZM6uE/Ttg-fDs85LI/AAAAAAAACVU/M1uQvaPl0nk/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlKstZM6uE/Ttg-fDs85LI/AAAAAAAACVU/M1uQvaPl0nk/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681359633218593970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our annual Hurst family photo.  I love this tradition we keep each year at Thanksgiving!  I think we have been consistent four or five years now.&lt;div&gt;(Check out those two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yella&lt;/span&gt; heads!  We might stand out a bit!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FosiReZLY84/Ttg-eGQRbBI/AAAAAAAACVI/4_AwjGEL-aU/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FosiReZLY84/Ttg-eGQRbBI/AAAAAAAACVI/4_AwjGEL-aU/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681359616723741714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back at our house... the Thanksgiving table.  My mom and I worked on this together, designing the meal and planning to use family heirloom china, crystal, and silver.  Like two girls at a tea party.  It was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTMuHE8VKKQ/Ttg-dUue18I/AAAAAAAACU8/y-ucYwK_1tE/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KTMuHE8VKKQ/Ttg-dUue18I/AAAAAAAACU8/y-ucYwK_1tE/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681359603428677570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying desperately to recreate a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; commercial, we even insisted on having all of the food adorn the table, the turkey taking center stage at the head.  Everyone passed the food around... "potatoes, anyone?"  Well, we had good intentions, but the consensus was... buffet style next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2J87uHH8oSI/Ttg-dF7kZvI/AAAAAAAACUs/cfoAiW1tD-Q/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2J87uHH8oSI/Ttg-dF7kZvI/AAAAAAAACUs/cfoAiW1tD-Q/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681359599457036018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-36rk8wGtz5k/Ttg-c249owI/AAAAAAAACUk/L4er83cdP-w/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-36rk8wGtz5k/Ttg-c249owI/AAAAAAAACUk/L4er83cdP-w/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681359595419575042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little post dinner fun with the family.  We played board games... and our little techie, Grace Louise, played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ipad&lt;/span&gt;.  Jimmy started a fire outside by the lake and the kids were running in and out, chasing each other, playing hide and seek, and contributing lots of laughter and good memories to the night.  Thankful for getting to glorify the Savior through a functioning family. For the giving of ourselves to each other in genuine relationship. Looking forward to more at Christmas!&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/1031078177037796740-843318924769941422?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/843318924769941422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=843318924769941422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/843318924769941422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/843318924769941422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-at-castle.html' title='Thanksgiving at the Castle'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ymlKstZM6uE/Ttg-fDs85LI/AAAAAAAACVU/M1uQvaPl0nk/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1831950232269227740</id><published>2011-12-01T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:50:06.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to peddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sweet munchkin girl finally learned to peddle her tricycle!  We've been biking for a year now- with a push trike and the child's seat on my bike.  Grace Louise got a tricycle from my mom for her birthday and is finally able to ride it after weeks of struggling with coordination/strength.  We're still working on steering!  She is so proud and loves to ride around the circle drive by our house.  Here she is... happy to be chasing mommy with her wheels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XXwZ7zHBjQ/TtfqrSJsP9I/AAAAAAAACUY/4avbok_VV68/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XXwZ7zHBjQ/TtfqrSJsP9I/AAAAAAAACUY/4avbok_VV68/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681267484278931410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xQybyMYwfo/TtfqqjfCrII/AAAAAAAACUM/75gtKHlzgoI/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xQybyMYwfo/TtfqqjfCrII/AAAAAAAACUM/75gtKHlzgoI/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681267471752014978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo-vwc_7nPA/TtfqqRjJiyI/AAAAAAAACUA/K_0GjR_rJuM/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo-vwc_7nPA/TtfqqRjJiyI/AAAAAAAACUA/K_0GjR_rJuM/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681267466937404194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-1831950232269227740?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/1831950232269227740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=1831950232269227740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1831950232269227740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1831950232269227740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/12/learning-to-peddle.html' title='Learning to peddle'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XXwZ7zHBjQ/TtfqrSJsP9I/AAAAAAAACUY/4avbok_VV68/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7561830473004571369</id><published>2011-11-28T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:33:53.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little mosaic artist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our lovely friends, Mebbie and Alfonse, (who also treated us to a rather splendid vacation in North Carolina this summer) entrusted mom and I with the work of making a mosaic art piece out of their fireplace.  Mebbie is a master crafter and her hubby, Alfonse, a true saint.  We love them!  As usual Grace Louise raided Mebbie's endless jewelry supply and tormented Mocha, their cat, while mom and I honed our artistic abilities.  Can't wait till next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yx9fnTlo1qo/TtRB75kGP4I/AAAAAAAACT0/370PfbTapfE/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yx9fnTlo1qo/TtRB75kGP4I/AAAAAAAACT0/370PfbTapfE/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680237527341350786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFCbSTqVgBM/TtRB65zapvI/AAAAAAAACTo/CIrSrLBq_0Q/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFCbSTqVgBM/TtRB65zapvI/AAAAAAAACTo/CIrSrLBq_0Q/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680237510225733362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGQtC1JAeds/TtRB66KOO2I/AAAAAAAACTY/KcFaWbMf5Ec/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGQtC1JAeds/TtRB66KOO2I/AAAAAAAACTY/KcFaWbMf5Ec/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680237510321388386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTNFtCa0MeA/TtRB6g10T0I/AAAAAAAACTQ/0CC8d6lyoFQ/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTNFtCa0MeA/TtRB6g10T0I/AAAAAAAACTQ/0CC8d6lyoFQ/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680237503524917058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-7561830473004571369?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7561830473004571369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7561830473004571369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7561830473004571369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7561830473004571369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-little-mosaic-artist.html' title='Our little mosaic artist!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yx9fnTlo1qo/TtRB75kGP4I/AAAAAAAACT0/370PfbTapfE/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7944754437109734930</id><published>2011-11-28T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:56:24.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year one is filled with many recorded firsts.  Then, as our babies grow and life with a toddler gets busier and more engaging, there comes a tendency to overlook some of these special moments.  Grace Louise is exploring the world around her with such enthusiasm, and I can't imagine not getting to witness these moments of growth and discovery!  There are more to come (checking out books at the library, going to the movie theatre, playing in the arcade) but here are a few firsts I captured recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;First Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tangled.  Such a cute movie, and it held her attention for longer than I thought!  She watched 45 minutes of it one day (as seen here with a bowl of yummy yeasty popcorn) and the rest of it the next day.  We sat on our respective ends of the couch with our bowls and blankets.  What a big ole' girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezZnaGy9gp8/TsL9r2IwYlI/AAAAAAAACRI/-s05j_VmB3I/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezZnaGy9gp8/TsL9r2IwYlI/AAAAAAAACRI/-s05j_VmB3I/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675377410148688466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8_fjKSANNg/TsL9rtbK1iI/AAAAAAAACRA/C6Ospe7CCE8/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8_fjKSANNg/TsL9rtbK1iI/AAAAAAAACRA/C6Ospe7CCE8/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675377407810000418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;First time picking oranges!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uncle Dave, who is not our uncle at all, but rather a neighbor, has made fast friends with Grace Louise and lets us pick oranges any time we want!  We are especially grateful for our free fruit, because my papa won't be keeping us in oranges anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Earlier this summer, my family sold their groves...  Papa getting too old for the tedious work required and no one to continue in the family business.  Such a huge part of my childhood was playing and working in and amongst those trees, learning much more than I thought at the time.  Oh, gosh.  I think I might cry... moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZeWt5_BxBY/TsL8FFzf8LI/AAAAAAAACQE/L4KZzJRqx1g/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZeWt5_BxBY/TsL8FFzf8LI/AAAAAAAACQE/L4KZzJRqx1g/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675375644827971762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCRoAvUtX5c/TsL79kdVUjI/AAAAAAAACP8/K-9qsB3VS4E/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCRoAvUtX5c/TsL79kdVUjI/AAAAAAAACP8/K-9qsB3VS4E/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675375515617546802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YB9jYPMeSiQ/TsL79Ec2xYI/AAAAAAAACPs/KrrPgNGBfGc/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YB9jYPMeSiQ/TsL79Ec2xYI/AAAAAAAACPs/KrrPgNGBfGc/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675375507025610114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;First Marshmallow Roasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was also at Uncle Dave's, along with his children and grandchildren.  "The Grandkids" as Grace Louise appropriately calls them.  It was actually a chilly night, so perfect for a fire, good company, and special memories.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1NtttwC3zc/TsL78gy6igI/AAAAAAAACPg/KOW1nj5d8m0/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" style="font-family: arial; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v1NtttwC3zc/TsL78gy6igI/AAAAAAAACPg/KOW1nj5d8m0/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675375497454455298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBVd_26Anoc/TsL78GbQTTI/AAAAAAAACPU/EDTQ5fl5tzw/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" style="font-family: arial; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBVd_26Anoc/TsL78GbQTTI/AAAAAAAACPU/EDTQ5fl5tzw/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675375490375896370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5Sq8opE3rE/TsL77xyiNaI/AAAAAAAACPI/sCUfXXD8B3I/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5Sq8opE3rE/TsL77xyiNaI/AAAAAAAACPI/sCUfXXD8B3I/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675375484836394402" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Why no fire?  Because these pictures are from a reenactment, of course.  Much too busy enjoying the moment to have remembered my camera!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-7944754437109734930?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7944754437109734930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7944754437109734930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7944754437109734930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7944754437109734930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-firsts.html' title='More Firsts'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezZnaGy9gp8/TsL9r2IwYlI/AAAAAAAACRI/-s05j_VmB3I/s72-c/DSC_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1406792730631646521</id><published>2011-11-16T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:18:48.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal Yoga Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You have to understand something first. I grew up with three older brothers, rode horses and ATV’s daily, and worked like a man in the orange groves every summer and then every day after school from the time I was old enough to drive until I moved away for college.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was rough and tumble to say the least.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would have never been pegged as the yoga-type.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I was, however, voted most likely to be president in high school… for what that’s worth.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My first experience with yoga, other than a home-exercise video, began in early 2008.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was just pregnant for the first time, giddy about the healthy and joyous pregnancy I anticipated, and looking forward to giving birth to my baby!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My teacher was kind, generous, grounded, Jewish, of all things, and incredibly encouraging.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She taught me about breath, correct postures, and most importantly, how to listen to my body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never before had I been so aware of what was going on inside my own body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This invaluable awareness carried me through two naturally passed miscarriages, and ultimately through a natural, undirected, and very inward focused birthing experience with Grace Louise.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me clarify, my yoga experience has not taught me to trust my body as some kind of deity or supernatural power, but to trust in the God of the Universe, who created this body and to believe in all He intended it to do!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My yoga teaching career began with a friend and fellow expecting mama, our babies born just a month apart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She needed the exercise; I needed a student; a win win.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure I was horrible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A year later, my opportunity grew to a group of five pregnant women.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, they needed the exercise, I needed a class of students, preferably women I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t know so well (as incessant laughter has proven to be a hindrance in previous experiences); another win win.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our group grew a bit, and I had the best time with these women, watching their bellies grow and their bodies blossom into motherhood!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I first voiced my thoughts about pursuing yoga teacher training, Jimmy notably had some reservations.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We read an article together that sparked great conversation and a journey of prayer and seeking God on His desires for me in this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I began with reading the thoughts of others; many Christians have shared their views of yoga through blogging, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found stories and opinions on both ends of the spectrum. Some believing that the practice of anything similar is altogether evil and others practicing in total liberty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reminded that everything is permissible, but not all things are beneficial, I continued seeking truth, reading scripture and simply asking God to give me wisdom and discernment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end, I made a decision to pursue teacher training only under the assumption that I could find a training program that was a) affordable and b) did not include mantras and chanting or other New Age or Hindu saturated teachings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t think I would be training any time soon, because other than two Christian based yoga organizations, which lacked credibility, I had not yet seen anything that fit the above description.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In April of 2011, I finally pursued training through a YogaFit, fitness-minded yoga company I found while searching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They offer Yoga Teacher training in levels, perfect for my financial situation and season of life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; completed the first step, which fully certifies me to teach, but anticipate completing the entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RYT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1000 program.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; recently started teaching my first regular yoga class, missing the mamas in a prenatal setting, but enjoying the challenge of something new.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With several twists and turns, the process of finding the right environment for my current class was a journey all its own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am right where God wants me for now, enjoying the support of many and offering something a bit different for our community.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, my convictions regarding the practice of yoga as a Believer…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are thoughts I have pondered and wrestled with, now confident that God has helped me to see these matters through the lens of His truth and grace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:27.0pt;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:27.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Simply changing the names of the physical postures to something more Biblical or “Christian”, does not in fact make the practice of yoga &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; different.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Jesus pointed out, we can be as whitewashed tombs, presenting one thing on the outside and another on the inside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The matter is one of the heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With that said, the precept of making choices so as to not cause another to stumble, prompts me to omit most of the Sanskrit language in my practice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have also abandoned clearly ungodly ideas, language, and posture names that may be found in other traditional yoga practices.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:27.0pt;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:27.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:27.0pt;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:27.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:27.0pt;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:27.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;God created my body and enables it to be healthy and flexible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gave me breath and designed my body to coordinate beautifully with the inhale and exhale.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God orchestrated the whole idea of rest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heck, He took an entire day of rest and encourages us to do the same! Meditation, breath, exercise, rest— the idea of these components of yoga come from Him! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:27.0pt;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:27.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:27.0pt;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:27.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:27.0pt;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:27.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;Rest, relaxation, and meditation in yoga does not have to leave you absent-minded or open to mind control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, God tells us to be alert, continually renewing our minds, setting them on things above.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can think on those things that are pure, lovely, upright, just, and praise-worthy!  We can self-inspect or to ask God to search and know our hearts. In other words, yoga &lt;i&gt;can &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;be a wholesome, personal spiritual experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I certainly don’t expect everyone to agree with my views.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Making choices on issues that are not absolute truths is difficult.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It requires that we step away from man’s teaching and ask for the Holy Spirit for wisdom and good judgment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So for those reading this, whether you practice yoga or not, I hope you are spurred on to be prayerful, intentional, and thoughtful about the passions in your life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.&lt;/i&gt;                             -1 Corinthians 10:31&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-1406792730631646521?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/1406792730631646521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=1406792730631646521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1406792730631646521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1406792730631646521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-personal-yoga-journey.html' title='My Personal Yoga Journey'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-997473245908335971</id><published>2011-11-15T19:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:11:39.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; check on Veteran's Day left me with inspiration to do something patriotic, fun, and crafty with Grace Louise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This child, by the way, LOVES crafts!  I all to often find her digging in the guest room dresser where I keep my craft supplies.  "I wanna mate a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt;, mommy!  Mommy wanna mate a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt; too?"  I hear that a lot.  So, yes, we make many cards in this house.  We also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;finger paint&lt;/span&gt;, color, sculpt (play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;), cut, glue... usually just random things, but I'm thinking I will start incorporating more themes in our activities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veteran's Day was a great place to start.  We made a flag.  I must say, I was swelling with American pride as I told Grace Louise about the flag and we began cutting and gluing the pieces.  We practiced drawing stars, and when we were all done, said the Pledge of Allegiance. Okay, well, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; said the Pledge, but she listened enthusiastically.  I will teach it to her soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something about having kids that reawakens us to celebrating holidays, even the smaller ones.  We want to see the traditions of our country continued through our children. And we in return remember and become more mindful.  More thankful.  I am certainly thankful for those who have served and are currently serving our great country!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n97eVBw2R_4/TsMAkTfhNMI/AAAAAAAACTE/9LVIDWmOlfg/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n97eVBw2R_4/TsMAkTfhNMI/AAAAAAAACTE/9LVIDWmOlfg/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675380579124720834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIuxyjoWxEQ/TsMAkFuLMTI/AAAAAAAACS4/jIePqa7rmj0/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIuxyjoWxEQ/TsMAkFuLMTI/AAAAAAAACS4/jIePqa7rmj0/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675380575428096306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiFlYmejVn8/TsMAjT97vfI/AAAAAAAACSs/FXKfbVjKMfg/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiFlYmejVn8/TsMAjT97vfI/AAAAAAAACSs/FXKfbVjKMfg/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675380562072419826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw5PbuCSNGM/TsMAjfLTLFI/AAAAAAAACSc/YlSnYwH2WNU/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw5PbuCSNGM/TsMAjfLTLFI/AAAAAAAACSc/YlSnYwH2WNU/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675380565081271378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slH3aHmoOQQ/TsMAjCrKoKI/AAAAAAAACSU/hiyebCHI3PM/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slH3aHmoOQQ/TsMAjCrKoKI/AAAAAAAACSU/hiyebCHI3PM/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675380557430300834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-997473245908335971?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/997473245908335971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=997473245908335971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/997473245908335971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/997473245908335971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/veterans-day-craft.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day Craft'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n97eVBw2R_4/TsMAkTfhNMI/AAAAAAAACTE/9LVIDWmOlfg/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5072735710375555089</id><published>2011-11-15T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:50:44.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed the luxury of (true) high speed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; this evening, and uploaded some pictures from the past few weeks...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jimmy and I took Grace Louise down to our community tennis courts for the fall festival on Halloween night.  They had all of the typical festival games- duck pond, beanbag toss, ring toss, hit the "thing" with the hammer to send the rubber chicken in the air... and Grace Louise enjoyed them all.  We don't really celebrate Halloween, so we didn't have a costume, but her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; outfit was warm, cute, and appropriate for a little hunter girl :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do so many fun things with Grace Louise and our extended family; it was nice to make memories with just the three of us :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70rKRhQgTVQ/TsL9HAk9XqI/AAAAAAAACQw/wzKN2cuZBNI/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70rKRhQgTVQ/TsL9HAk9XqI/AAAAAAAACQw/wzKN2cuZBNI/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675376777296174754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UVLwcv8NoWQ/TsL9Gz0YxGI/AAAAAAAACQo/BErRwRUa6vA/s1600/DSC_0017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UVLwcv8NoWQ/TsL9Gz0YxGI/AAAAAAAACQo/BErRwRUa6vA/s320/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675376773871223906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mNkCSggnOXM/TsL9GAt654I/AAAAAAAACQc/w0ceCROgKbA/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mNkCSggnOXM/TsL9GAt654I/AAAAAAAACQc/w0ceCROgKbA/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675376760153892738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!  Her candy loot for the night was a cherry sucker!  And she couldn't have been happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e51EivVTWxY/TsL9F6f4SjI/AAAAAAAACQQ/cSPDMOml3ik/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e51EivVTWxY/TsL9F6f4SjI/AAAAAAAACQQ/cSPDMOml3ik/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675376758484388402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5072735710375555089?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5072735710375555089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5072735710375555089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5072735710375555089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5072735710375555089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/community-fall-festival.html' title='Community Fall Festival'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-70rKRhQgTVQ/TsL9HAk9XqI/AAAAAAAACQw/wzKN2cuZBNI/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7044898531199353254</id><published>2011-11-15T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:53:08.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Gator Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNQ8jM5XUYc/TsL_c61e1EI/AAAAAAAACSI/IxL0J9_Ghic/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNQ8jM5XUYc/TsL_c61e1EI/AAAAAAAACSI/IxL0J9_Ghic/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675379352735241282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXuI9ONopOw/TsL_bUbnviI/AAAAAAAACRw/SEbvFiWzm-I/s1600/DSC_0058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXuI9ONopOw/TsL_bUbnviI/AAAAAAAACRw/SEbvFiWzm-I/s320/DSC_0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675379325246357026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwsUSdrUCn8/TsL_bH-WNJI/AAAAAAAACRg/YD_ozlWLqJM/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwsUSdrUCn8/TsL_bH-WNJI/AAAAAAAACRg/YD_ozlWLqJM/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675379321902347410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5j7IFoRYEo/TsL_a_OcR9I/AAAAAAAACRY/5vCVh5TzfF4/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5j7IFoRYEo/TsL_a_OcR9I/AAAAAAAACRY/5vCVh5TzfF4/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675379319553935314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-7044898531199353254?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7044898531199353254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7044898531199353254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7044898531199353254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7044898531199353254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-gator-girl.html' title='Our Gator Girl!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNQ8jM5XUYc/TsL_c61e1EI/AAAAAAAACSI/IxL0J9_Ghic/s72-c/DSC_0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-3597093385665426469</id><published>2011-10-30T18:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:30:17.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday to our Gator Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For Grace Louise's birthday this year, we decided to throw a tailgating themed bash at our new house! Eager to fill our home with the love and laughter of many people who care about our sweet girl, the guest list grew...and boy, was it a party!!!  If you are reading this and were part of making this great day happen by helping out or simply joining us to celebrate, THANK YOU!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1cMsr2pwtg4/Tq3bORg5aqI/AAAAAAAACO0/CVYhBAOBXN0/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1cMsr2pwtg4/Tq3bORg5aqI/AAAAAAAACO0/CVYhBAOBXN0/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669428544195357346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Plenty of ORANGE and BLUE!  Guests came sporting their team colors (mostly orange and blue- with a few party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; exceptions).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTGrEu3QbZM/Tq3bNsb25EI/AAAAAAAACOs/Q91lhn7XLWI/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTGrEu3QbZM/Tq3bNsb25EI/AAAAAAAACOs/Q91lhn7XLWI/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669428534242108482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Big thanks to my sweet and very creative friend, Stephanie, for helping me create this AMAZING banner.  It was just what I was hoping for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tPQJC4NbCc/Tq3bM1WWOXI/AAAAAAAACOc/zlh_lu7MHIg/s1600/DSC_0045.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_tPQJC4NbCc/Tq3bM1WWOXI/AAAAAAAACOc/zlh_lu7MHIg/s320/DSC_0045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669428519455046002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My little family :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVFn_mfwN0c/Tq3bMjYsVjI/AAAAAAAACOM/GNSLPPtCKLw/s1600/2011-10-29_13-55-52_167.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVFn_mfwN0c/Tq3bMjYsVjI/AAAAAAAACOM/GNSLPPtCKLw/s320/2011-10-29_13-55-52_167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669428514633045554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j16VoGIfTQA/Tq3bMsgMQ5I/AAAAAAAACOE/UB6JzqZCb04/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j16VoGIfTQA/Tq3bMsgMQ5I/AAAAAAAACOE/UB6JzqZCb04/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669428517080417170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grace Louise and her friends loved trying out her new sandbox!  I anticipate lots of creative play time in this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WwYWh_PkiGI/Tq3Z_ruRzXI/AAAAAAAACN0/NtLh6KCpY3g/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WwYWh_PkiGI/Tq3Z_ruRzXI/AAAAAAAACN0/NtLh6KCpY3g/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669427194021137778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This year Grace Louise got a normal cupcake like everyone else.  Quite a treat!  I only gave her a smidgen of icing, but as you can see, she somehow got a bit more!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;... I'm so glad I don't have to defend my parenting choices concerning her diet on a daily basis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXDYD0V0Rbo/Tq3Z-yi_NZI/AAAAAAAACNo/QrXngRZT2bQ/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXDYD0V0Rbo/Tq3Z-yi_NZI/AAAAAAAACNo/QrXngRZT2bQ/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669427178672960914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;PRESENTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;With no older sibling, Grace Louise is accumulating her own collection of toys, one birthday and Christmas at a time!  She was blessed with so many great gifts and art supplies!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oNppQp2YMw/Tq3Z-kIbC9I/AAAAAAAACNc/z0BQi6FBbvM/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oNppQp2YMw/Tq3Z-kIbC9I/AAAAAAAACNc/z0BQi6FBbvM/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669427174803442642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our attempt at getting all of the Gator Cheerleaders together for a picture.  Try convincing a bunch of toddlers... we only got three!  But there were many and they were oh so cute in their Gator garb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Apparently Grace Louise thought this was silly face time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qstlMEEaL98/Tq3Z9i_DilI/AAAAAAAACNQ/sm4orCTs1JU/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qstlMEEaL98/Tq3Z9i_DilI/AAAAAAAACNQ/sm4orCTs1JU/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669427157315848786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hugs for Addy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5NmLvbP3gM/Tq3Z9a84TRI/AAAAAAAACNE/nRi9DFa9y-o/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5NmLvbP3gM/Tq3Z9a84TRI/AAAAAAAACNE/nRi9DFa9y-o/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669427155159239954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Baby Hayden wanted to be in the mix too!  The girls were so sweet with her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grace Louise has always loved her so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmU8K31Jd5Y/Tq3YJobl7BI/AAAAAAAACM0/nwEvXK0A_xU/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmU8K31Jd5Y/Tq3YJobl7BI/AAAAAAAACM0/nwEvXK0A_xU/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669425165912894482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The big surprise from Pops and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BeBe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.  Her very own Gator Jeep!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xahG-SlLXHg/Tq3YIrwp-9I/AAAAAAAACMs/TnmTbws4s_o/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xahG-SlLXHg/Tq3YIrwp-9I/AAAAAAAACMs/TnmTbws4s_o/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669425149626678226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Taking Addy for a ride and having way too much fun chasing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BeBe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; around the yard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSW8FI1-oG8/Tq3YISc8PMI/AAAAAAAACMY/7hr-IOaTztk/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSW8FI1-oG8/Tq3YISc8PMI/AAAAAAAACMY/7hr-IOaTztk/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669425142833102018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DeVane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; great-grands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quinten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, Grace Louise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Triston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, and baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dF6p9clguSg/Tq3YHkj53HI/AAAAAAAACMQ/p5OmhwlxUPs/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dF6p9clguSg/Tq3YHkj53HI/AAAAAAAACMQ/p5OmhwlxUPs/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669425130514275442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAetLpUNZ2k/Tq3YHOr92II/AAAAAAAACME/v8pauCY-zhU/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAetLpUNZ2k/Tq3YHOr92II/AAAAAAAACME/v8pauCY-zhU/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669425124642510978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;All tuckered out from the BEST party ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-3597093385665426469?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/3597093385665426469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=3597093385665426469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3597093385665426469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3597093385665426469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-2nd-birthday-to-our-gator-baby.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday to our Gator Baby!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1cMsr2pwtg4/Tq3bORg5aqI/AAAAAAAACO0/CVYhBAOBXN0/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-4512367759617519411</id><published>2011-10-20T14:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:18:35.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouth of my babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Driving home in the car yesterday evening, I was praying aloud, chatting with God about my first official, paying yoga class that I just taught (wahoo!!!).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Well, how do you think that went, God?  I know that you will bring whoever needs to be there and that I have nothing to worry about.  I think it went well!  It was fun!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grace Louise chimes in, &lt;i&gt;“Who are you talking to, mommy?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Jesus,”&lt;/i&gt; I say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She predictably responds, &lt;i&gt;“I talk to Jesus too!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s her new thing… whatever I like, she likes too; whatever I do, she does too.&lt;span&gt;  (&lt;/span&gt;I guess that means I better be saying and doing only things that can be repeated!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ask her,&lt;i&gt; “What does Jesus say to you?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And she replies so matter of factly, &lt;i&gt;“Hey Buddy!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not exactly King James language, but oh, out of the mouth of babes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grace Louise is not quite two, but, WOW, her vocabulary is ridiculous.  And the way she puts together sentences, the things she remembers from previous conversations; she's keeping me on my toes, for sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other day Jimmy was leaving for work and after giving a good-bye kiss, Grace Louise reminded him, &lt;i&gt;“Be careful, daddy!”  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;WHAT?!?!  He stopped dead in his tracks.  Yes, Yes, your (almost) two year old just issued a bid for your safety.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She told me something similar a few weeks ago while riding our bike around the neighborhood.  About half way into our ride, me a little wobbly from peddling up hill, Grace Louise reminded me,&lt;i&gt; “Be careful mommy.  Don’t fall off!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess from her point of view, my biking skills were sub-par.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another line she's notorious for: &lt;i&gt;"I wanna hold that baby right there!"&lt;/i&gt; (said with a really sweet southern twang).  I think she might be a great big sister one day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She puts in her requests at bedtime.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve always sang two particular songs to her while rocking (since the day she was born, actually), I Love You Lord and Oh How I Love Jesus.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now-a-days, I start singing one of the two, only to be interrupted by my nursing piglet saying, &lt;i&gt;“I non't like dat one.  Sing Jesus Loves Me.”  &lt;/i&gt;So we sing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grace Louise recently told me&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I love you”&lt;/i&gt; first.&lt;span&gt;  Not a conditioned response to what I tell her a million times a day.  Just because.  Heart. Melted. Right. There.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've always loved those emails, "The Things Kids Say," line after line of hilarious, sweet, or even heart-gripping words spoken innocently by children. (notice I said innocent&lt;i&gt;ly&lt;/i&gt; by children, not by innocent children! lol!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I guess that's one of the perks of being a mom, your own personal spoken entertainment!  And many many memories of sweet first words and conversations.  From the mouths of our babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUQYVCVwVuY/TqBqkUiwunI/AAAAAAAACL4/qVeR2eaPlD4/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUQYVCVwVuY/TqBqkUiwunI/AAAAAAAACL4/qVeR2eaPlD4/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665645503454427762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nuk nuk nuk."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sound we use to make babies suckle.  Grace Louise is giving her baby ninny too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXjaoepAvDc/TqBpoXhxjGI/AAAAAAAACLs/LsmuwnGmxj4/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXjaoepAvDc/TqBpoXhxjGI/AAAAAAAACLs/LsmuwnGmxj4/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665644473463442530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yippee!  I made a tower!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She likes building towers more than cooking.  Architect or chef.  I'm cool with either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-4512367759617519411?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/4512367759617519411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=4512367759617519411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4512367759617519411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4512367759617519411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-mouth-of-my-babe.html' title='From the mouth of my babe'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUQYVCVwVuY/TqBqkUiwunI/AAAAAAAACL4/qVeR2eaPlD4/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-903651070445982452</id><published>2011-10-02T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:58:02.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a friend of God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To say I know the living God personally and that He’s my friend, must sound absolutely insane to someone who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t believe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the midst of a trial or in the busyness of life sometimes I find myself forgetting just how approachable God is. I act as though He can’t possibly understand my frustrations or how I feel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I distance myself from His answers instead of drawing near, opening my heart, and listening. I crowd out His soft-spoken assurances with worry and what ifs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In doing so I miss out on true companionship- the chance to be comforted by the Great Counselor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God wrapped His big sweet arms around me today and reminded me that He’s not only Sovereign God, He’s my friend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, to be a friend of Jesus!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no friendship more safe or true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fully understood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No words necessary.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fully accepted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No explanation needed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fully loved.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just receive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; – John 15:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-903651070445982452?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/903651070445982452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=903651070445982452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/903651070445982452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/903651070445982452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-friend-of-god.html' title='I am a friend of God!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-6971538310408253305</id><published>2011-09-28T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:40:01.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An actual conversation with my toddler today…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grace Louise: “Blue play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;, blue play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;,” pointing to the new jar of play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt; she wants to open.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “You have blue play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What color is this play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt;: “Pink.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “No, it’s not pink.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt;: “Yellow.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “No, it’s not pink or yellow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What color is the sky?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt;: “Yellow.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “No, the sky is blue and so is the play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What color is the play-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doh&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt;: “Pink.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I open my computer to write this down because I really can’t believe we just had this conversation…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-6971538310408253305?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/6971538310408253305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=6971538310408253305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6971538310408253305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6971538310408253305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/09/color-blind.html' title='Color Blind'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-567390490648469990</id><published>2011-09-26T12:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:35:39.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shortly before I was pregnant with Grace Louise I began having sort-of anxiety attacks- basically shortness of breath perpetuated by the very thought of the symptom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It went on for a month, until I was certain it was anxiety and learned how to deal with the onset of the symptoms.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never struggled with this again… until Friday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t say that I have a lot of stress in my life, by any means.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did notice, however, that I had been focusing a lot on my “to-do” list, allowing it to have reign over my thought life… What am I doing now? What needs to be done next?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is the best order to complete these tasks?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can I get more tasks done in one day?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I think I have a more severe case of this, called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCDWT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; with Toddler.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am very blessed this Monday morning to feel completely peaceful and content.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After noticing the shortness of breath on Friday afternoon, I shut my computer, prayed, and spent the rest of the afternoon laying on the floor playing with Grace Louise, followed by a bubble bath (only somewhat relaxing with a toddler), an evening alone with my husband, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chick flick&lt;/span&gt;, and a fairly early bedtime.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I committed the rest of the weekend to limited computer/technology use, lots of good company, and a Sunday of rest with family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m also rereading a book, Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World, that offers great perspective on balancing work, rest, and worship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s true, folks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one came and arrested me for failing to use each moment of the day completing things on my list.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t die and I don't regret a second. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As a matter of fact, detouring from the ordinary was refreshing!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am feeling recharged and refocused.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, I’m currently enjoying the breeze and glistening sun off the lake while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt; is pretending to kill “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dators&lt;/span&gt;” with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;over-sized&lt;/span&gt; bubble wand. Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be relaxed, right?!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“And let the peace of God rule in your hearts…” -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colossians&lt;/span&gt; 3:15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLitrqFuoos/ToCmWk20l_I/AAAAAAAACLk/gq3F-L7xAFU/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLitrqFuoos/ToCmWk20l_I/AAAAAAAACLk/gq3F-L7xAFU/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656704038758291442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGGcZz5zbv4/ToCl5QVzjMI/AAAAAAAACLc/9f2V02J7UxU/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaYzQvRO5Cg/ToClj8MxWkI/AAAAAAAACLU/GLXbyYo302w/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaYzQvRO5Cg/ToClj8MxWkI/AAAAAAAACLU/GLXbyYo302w/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656703168851040834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-567390490648469990?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/567390490648469990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=567390490648469990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/567390490648469990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/567390490648469990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/09/renewing.html' title='Renewing'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KLitrqFuoos/ToCmWk20l_I/AAAAAAAACLk/gq3F-L7xAFU/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7191970059542253839</id><published>2011-09-20T18:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:26:35.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mother Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At least two times a year you &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;to be on the water- Memorial Day and Labor Day.  We spent Labor Day this year fishing the sound of Pine Island with great friends.  We went down a day early to spend with each other while mom kept the baby, bracing ourselves for the longest stretch we've ever spent away from her.  Time together is so necessary for the health of a marriage, so we try to prioritize that for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day on the water, a slight overlook in the sunscreen department left me in a long-sleeved shirt and hat, vying for the shade offered by the t-top.  Thankfully, my skin was spared and we geared up for a second full day (with plenty of sunscreen) on the water with Jeremy and Erika.  A few keeper fish, lunch at Cabbage Key, a relaxing float in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cayo&lt;/span&gt; Costa lagoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvhlkE8mazM/Tnkr4d-uBsI/AAAAAAAACK8/fJWtP2UbNiw/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvhlkE8mazM/Tnkr4d-uBsI/AAAAAAAACK8/fJWtP2UbNiw/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654599056260728514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is such a cool picture only because Charlie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Weis&lt;/span&gt; (who?), the offensive coordinator for the Gators, is in the boat in front of us.  It was never officially confirmed (Jimmy would have me say), but the circumstantial evidence was overwhelming.  Other than the fact that he looked just like him, he arrived to his fishing cottage a few doors down from us in a limo and drove a King Ranch Ford with a Gator tag.  I think so.  Yeah, so I'm a bit starstruck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piM-TtPs-a0/Tnkr4NiYgMI/AAAAAAAACK0/TnfXoZ7YubI/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piM-TtPs-a0/Tnkr4NiYgMI/AAAAAAAACK0/TnfXoZ7YubI/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654599051846910146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUpvChOJ9WA/TnkrirRtqbI/AAAAAAAACKs/twmJj6y8Uvo/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUpvChOJ9WA/TnkrirRtqbI/AAAAAAAACKs/twmJj6y8Uvo/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654598681872935346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-un_KkQRRhg4/TnkriK_xzII/AAAAAAAACKc/dR_ei-no8HI/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-un_KkQRRhg4/TnkriK_xzII/AAAAAAAACKc/dR_ei-no8HI/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654598673207774338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ88MJE6ALA/TnkpwW1Za2I/AAAAAAAACKU/L23g2tp9nJ4/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ88MJE6ALA/TnkpwW1Za2I/AAAAAAAACKU/L23g2tp9nJ4/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654596717880372066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Captain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bh5FQSGrB9E/TnkXcN8RUsI/AAAAAAAACKM/YY5nMEvcQcE/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bh5FQSGrB9E/TnkXcN8RUsI/AAAAAAAACKM/YY5nMEvcQcE/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654576580686598850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5z0LCM79D8/TnkXbxm7lvI/AAAAAAAACKE/a1U_EzXesYA/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5z0LCM79D8/TnkXbxm7lvI/AAAAAAAACKE/a1U_EzXesYA/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654576573080901362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihw6qg_S_Dk/TnkXbhbxFtI/AAAAAAAACJ8/VSlblMWYUWA/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihw6qg_S_Dk/TnkXbhbxFtI/AAAAAAAACJ8/VSlblMWYUWA/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654576568739108562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw those babies back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bywwhQde-2w/TnkXbfSpS4I/AAAAAAAACJ0/geFdLQyWTRo/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bywwhQde-2w/TnkXbfSpS4I/AAAAAAAACJ0/geFdLQyWTRo/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654576568163978114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCnsdK83buI/TnkXbH6Gz0I/AAAAAAAACJs/WuTDwr-qDGc/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCnsdK83buI/TnkXbH6Gz0I/AAAAAAAACJs/WuTDwr-qDGc/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654576561887039298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; it.  I'm getting mirrored lenses for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;costas&lt;/span&gt; so I can be cool too.&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/1031078177037796740-7191970059542253839?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7191970059542253839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7191970059542253839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7191970059542253839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7191970059542253839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/09/mother-mother-ocean.html' title='Mother Mother Ocean'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvhlkE8mazM/Tnkr4d-uBsI/AAAAAAAACK8/fJWtP2UbNiw/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-8685413008656480442</id><published>2011-09-20T18:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:47:25.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What an awesome play date we had last week at Beans and Brushes, a local coffee house, children's boutique, and pottery painting shop.  Aunt Missy, Trey, and Joanna were great company and the combined artistic abilities were out-of-this-world amazing!  Check 'em out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIlJqd9br4c/TnkWEMZVOKI/AAAAAAAACJk/a_uxLRAtR3Y/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIlJqd9br4c/TnkWEMZVOKI/AAAAAAAACJk/a_uxLRAtR3Y/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654575068443130018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbn37Y5oi6o/TnkV2WsJS9I/AAAAAAAACJc/Jmdl6bauurg/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbn37Y5oi6o/TnkV2WsJS9I/AAAAAAAACJc/Jmdl6bauurg/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654574830688226258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qawAbT6qRWw/TnkV2CFJE4I/AAAAAAAACJU/5gymq_-CUtg/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qawAbT6qRWw/TnkV2CFJE4I/AAAAAAAACJU/5gymq_-CUtg/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654574825155924866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2te4NNPsX0/TnkV10V363I/AAAAAAAACJM/7eKdV94pJKY/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2te4NNPsX0/TnkV10V363I/AAAAAAAACJM/7eKdV94pJKY/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654574821468007282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFh67p3_EWc/TnkV1ooV4YI/AAAAAAAACJE/BDKZ4TgnxXo/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFh67p3_EWc/TnkV1ooV4YI/AAAAAAAACJE/BDKZ4TgnxXo/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654574818324242818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a little post-painting hugging, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bs0h9AzBh2E/TnkTdlNzIKI/AAAAAAAACI8/Ras5xdBYWpo/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bs0h9AzBh2E/TnkTdlNzIKI/AAAAAAAACI8/Ras5xdBYWpo/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654572206067490978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joanna is a bit aggressive with her love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnlynyxM8kQ/TnkTIzXgVrI/AAAAAAAACI0/a-8_SspqmqY/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnlynyxM8kQ/TnkTIzXgVrI/AAAAAAAACI0/a-8_SspqmqY/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654571849089046194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out Grace Louise's face!  She's can't wait to have a sibling to torture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As always.  Good times with friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-8685413008656480442?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/8685413008656480442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=8685413008656480442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8685413008656480442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8685413008656480442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/09/painting.html' title='Painting!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TIlJqd9br4c/TnkWEMZVOKI/AAAAAAAACJk/a_uxLRAtR3Y/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-8105784409572862136</id><published>2011-09-15T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:36:15.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Castle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bringing everyone up to speed on the Hurst living arrangements... over the summer, we made our first move since coming back down to Polk County six years ago.  We are renting one of the most unique homes in Lake Wales, commonly known as The Castle.  Since only royalty lives in castles, we had to hike up the social caste to become king, queen, and princess.  Not such a bad life, I tell ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've run into many people who are curious about what this house looks like on the inside, so I've decided to offer an exclusive inside look ;-)  The owners recently did some remodeling/updates and we painted (by &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; I mean me, Jimmy, and many awesome friends and family), totally transforming this formally dark, dated space.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The virtual tour is missing a few neat rooms- the office, upstairs kitchen (we've never used it, but its there just in case!), laundry room, woodworking shop, and the round storage room. Gotta leave some reason for you to come visit us in person!  (truth: they were not clean enough to photograph or I just forgot them!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1rSE0Zq6-Q/TmQOwDaeNQI/AAAAAAAACIs/7SLdlP2i288/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1rSE0Zq6-Q/TmQOwDaeNQI/AAAAAAAACIs/7SLdlP2i288/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648656051342292226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front yard view.  The garage, wood shop, and pole barn are to the left.  We have neighbors to the right and state park to the left.  We're in the back of a community, but love the secluded feel offered by these towering oaks.  This yard would drive most people nuts.  It's huge and completely random!  I personally love symmetry in my life, and in landscaping.  There's something about the eclectic-ness of this yard, though, that makes it &lt;i&gt;Secret Garden&lt;/i&gt;-like... estate-ish, whimsical.  Fig, hickory, lowquat trees.  Even bamboo! A few dainty palms.  Tropical elephant ears and fern.  Oh yes, and the gaudy patch of palm-thingys on the sides of the driveway reaching to the skies yelling "Look at me!  I'm the ugliest bunch of tree you'll ever see!"  I cut those out of the picture.  (And hope to cut them down eventually).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLiS1sCIcZM/TmQOwEYeLKI/AAAAAAAACIk/APRonXmnyiY/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLiS1sCIcZM/TmQOwEYeLKI/AAAAAAAACIk/APRonXmnyiY/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648656051602336930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The foyer, also known as the dungeon for those who misbehave.  Kidding.  It's just a little foyer that happens to make a big statement.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gBGp46cpSw/TmQON5SP20I/AAAAAAAACIc/YKALRRduQNk/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gBGp46cpSw/TmQON5SP20I/AAAAAAAACIc/YKALRRduQNk/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648655464507890498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the front door.  Its a very open space, always very bright and airy thanks to the sets of sliding glass doors facing the lake.  All of this used to be dark wood paneling... yuck!  This pic also includes our amazing 10ft dining table Jimmy's parents helped us buy from Craigslist... yay for a great deal!  We wanted this home to be a place where many could gather, eat, and fellowship together.  It is just that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the left of this area is the kitchen... I somehow missed a picture of that too.  Newly remodeled, which was SO in order... a red padded 70's style bar and black and red tile flooring is simply not acceptable in this decade.  We are enjoying the new non-70's style bar and appliances.  It even has a great place for Grace Louise to sit and help.  My little sous chef!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12BIvjWQjKo/TmQONVtEk5I/AAAAAAAACIU/A9J1Fa4TEvA/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12BIvjWQjKo/TmQONVtEk5I/AAAAAAAACIU/A9J1Fa4TEvA/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648655454956721042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMkTnh9Gdr8/TmQOMyTPjpI/AAAAAAAACIM/_XnYaRZRSMc/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMkTnh9Gdr8/TmQOMyTPjpI/AAAAAAAACIM/_XnYaRZRSMc/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648655445453147794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master bedroom and bath.  Loving the robin's egg blue.  Trying to bring the tranquility of the water indoors.  Its working.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the stone wall.  Every bedroom has one.  Like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UiuRiPvYvHw/TmQOMR8tqRI/AAAAAAAACIE/2V4SL4dKDeM/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UiuRiPvYvHw/TmQOMR8tqRI/AAAAAAAACIE/2V4SL4dKDeM/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648655436768717074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the living room where we do most of our... well, living.  It's open to the kitchen and dining area and offers exceptional views of the lake!  Still searching for a perfect (and affordable) club chair(s) and ottoman for the corner.  My future reading spot by the window.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8r3kYbY6GsE/TmQJ67TyjtI/AAAAAAAACH8/snhURFk8tBo/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8r3kYbY6GsE/TmQJ67TyjtI/AAAAAAAACH8/snhURFk8tBo/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648650740587204306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guest bedroom.  Complete with your own private bath, in-room vanity, balcony access, and sleep number bed.  Personal kitchen available upon request.  Please, come stay. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrJz84rwKTs/TmQJ6np9gZI/AAAAAAAACH0/RyzSde4ujpM/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrJz84rwKTs/TmQJ6np9gZI/AAAAAAAACH0/RyzSde4ujpM/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648650735311487378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-c3-Mb6gW4/TmQJ6NGB_1I/AAAAAAAACHs/VQ82mcErRxo/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-c3-Mb6gW4/TmQJ6NGB_1I/AAAAAAAACHs/VQ82mcErRxo/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648650728181464914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace Louise's bedroom.  The hardest room to bid farewell at the old house.  I am so happy with how her new room turned out, though.  Plenty of room for teaching and learning, playing, and sleeping.  She even has her own bath and vanity!  &lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Princess Quarters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q6zSYKK9iQ/TmQJhXmbNTI/AAAAAAAACHk/eKqaPGX4FsM/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q6zSYKK9iQ/TmQJhXmbNTI/AAAAAAAACHk/eKqaPGX4FsM/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648650301504959794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the back porch.  The beautiful lake and typical summertime Florida sky, thunderclouds brewing.  We spend a lot of time out here, fishing and playing... looking forward to spending even more as the weather cools.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yTqPFSBHWw/TmQJg2T_FfI/AAAAAAAACHc/4Rb7NPTe_LQ/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2yTqPFSBHWw/TmQJg2T_FfI/AAAAAAAACHc/4Rb7NPTe_LQ/s320/DSC_0037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648650292569249266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WapW2_L2Zmo/TmQJgclbRtI/AAAAAAAACHU/KQ4UuKEiFNg/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WapW2_L2Zmo/TmQJgclbRtI/AAAAAAAACHU/KQ4UuKEiFNg/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648650285663078098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The balcony doesn't get used much now, but two chase lounge chairs with comfy cushions are on my Celebration Yard Sale list.  I hope to rest, read, stargaze at night with my hubby, in the big balcony space to the left.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsySpLW71Gs/TmQJf5S5sbI/AAAAAAAACHM/NXxqBRMolDk/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsySpLW71Gs/TmQJf5S5sbI/AAAAAAAACHM/NXxqBRMolDk/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648650276190138802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hunters, take note!  This is how its done.  The turkeys come to you.  Open the kitchen window in the morning, and between sips of coffee... BANG!  Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh, come on.  We're sportsmen.  We wouldn't do that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We do throw feed out for the animals- turkey, squirrels, birds, fish, even some owls.   You'd think Dr. Doolittle lives here... We love watching the animals and Grace Louise delights in her chore of feeding them everyday.  "Come on, mama.  Feed da animals.  Come on, daddy.  Feed da fish."  Wish you could hear her say that.  Just presh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, there you have it.  The Castle and all its glory.  We are enjoying living here.  It's such a neat place and though we don't intend on staying here forever, we look forward to the next few years of filling this big house with lots of love, laughs, and adventures!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&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/1031078177037796740-8105784409572862136?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/8105784409572862136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=8105784409572862136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8105784409572862136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8105784409572862136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-to-castle.html' title='Welcome to the Castle!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1rSE0Zq6-Q/TmQOwDaeNQI/AAAAAAAACIs/7SLdlP2i288/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7023916961311598883</id><published>2011-08-31T14:26:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:00:59.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We officially have a swimmer on our hands here!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve heard she takes after her mama and uncles in the pool… a real fish!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After six weeks of Swim Float Swim lessons with Miss Michelle of Swim Tots Winter Haven, Grace Louise was confident in the water, swimming short distances, and floating to get air.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since then I’ve been making sure she swims at least once a week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve been to the beach twice, once with BeBe and Pops and just recently with my mom and grandparents, each time her swimming skills drastically improving.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love that she swims.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only because she enjoys every second, but also because I don’t have to worry about her in the water.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Home girl’s got mad skills.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After just the first week of lessons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JXn5nVblrY/Tl6cDwtkF8I/AAAAAAAACHE/E49FeWilVuE/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JXn5nVblrY/Tl6cDwtkF8I/AAAAAAAACHE/E49FeWilVuE/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647122571198732226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLc3aOBsdb4/Tl6bTXSP6qI/AAAAAAAACG8/bILNRfOMH5k/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLc3aOBsdb4/Tl6bTXSP6qI/AAAAAAAACG8/bILNRfOMH5k/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647121739739556514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 5 weeks of lessons.  Swimming at Fairway Pines, where Aggie lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-LYCHCl-ng/Tl6Yvwz0NaI/AAAAAAAACG0/buSlde2ji_c/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1-LYCHCl-ng/Tl6Yvwz0NaI/AAAAAAAACG0/buSlde2ji_c/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647118929092687266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g40qQMBdMnw/Tl6LcJaJZAI/AAAAAAAACGs/-O1CvIZ3vPk/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g40qQMBdMnw/Tl6LcJaJZAI/AAAAAAAACGs/-O1CvIZ3vPk/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647104298447365122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of swimming with BeBe, Pops, and Aunt Lindsey down at Stuart.  A little fishin' too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rdd-b0dPlw/Tl6IKTV1phI/AAAAAAAACGk/fKvIjKae3VA/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rdd-b0dPlw/Tl6IKTV1phI/AAAAAAAACGk/fKvIjKae3VA/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647100693341120018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5QWXI5BIMs/Tl6HhFpSbOI/AAAAAAAACGc/bOkGw8TddCs/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k5QWXI5BIMs/Tl6HhFpSbOI/AAAAAAAACGc/bOkGw8TddCs/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647099985289964770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGWBENH-5Wk/Tl6GgIwoGLI/AAAAAAAACGU/LmvFjHaczCI/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGWBENH-5Wk/Tl6GgIwoGLI/AAAAAAAACGU/LmvFjHaczCI/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647098869434554546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NvqNe9jWSc/Tl6FgGwitQI/AAAAAAAACGM/uV0klWgjwdo/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0NvqNe9jWSc/Tl6FgGwitQI/AAAAAAAACGM/uV0klWgjwdo/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647097769385702658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmey7z93BaA/Tl59W1n2CgI/AAAAAAAACGE/cRz9Q_DZhC8/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmey7z93BaA/Tl59W1n2CgI/AAAAAAAACGE/cRz9Q_DZhC8/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647088814073973250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah... and a little relaxing!&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/1031078177037796740-7023916961311598883?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7023916961311598883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7023916961311598883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7023916961311598883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7023916961311598883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/08/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JXn5nVblrY/Tl6cDwtkF8I/AAAAAAAACHE/E49FeWilVuE/s72-c/DSC_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-9153712079685318792</id><published>2011-08-26T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T11:17:12.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Crayon Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a couple of days of success in reading Grace Louise’s signs for going potty, I decided to take a more aggressive shot at potty training this morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked her if she wanted to wear a diaper or big girl panties and, as usual, she said “diaper or big girl panties.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t get the idea of choices yet, but instead repeats all options… funny).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I made the decision for her, put on big girl panties and rehearsed the protocol for &lt;i&gt;when wearing panties&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Grace Louise immediately wanted to give it a shot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After sitting unsuccessful for a few minutes, it was time for breakfast.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pee pee puddles underneath her chair.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clean up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that we’re undergarment-less (by &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; I mean &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt;) Grace Louise sits on the potty to see if #2 is close behind #1.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No such luck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m busy cleaning up from breakfast, trying to finish my now cold cup of coffee, when I look over just in time to see her returning from a squat over the crayon box… yes, IN the crayon box!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Admittedly, I scream, “You crapped in the crayon box!!!!???” and then set her back on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; potty until I can clean up the mess and wipe her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point she is so shocked at her mother’s behavior that she will do anything I say.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have a great conversation about where poo poo should and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t go and then alas, a diaper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love diapers!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daddy comes in the living room from making a few business calls and Grace Louise informs him that she has “crapped in the crayon box”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We fight back uncontrollable laughter and daddy affirms mommy’s words of wisdom regarding the appropriate places to poo and pee.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grace Louise, sporting her cuter than ever cloth diaper, is now instructing Jelly Baby (her doll) on how to use the potty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s kneeling in front of Jelly on the potty saying “Potty train.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Potty train.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m listening…”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh the things they say.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both frustrating and hilarious, I’m sure this is only one of many potty moments to come.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piYH70aj3-g/Tle26T-hUxI/AAAAAAAACF8/5NzbfSjI4Uk/s1600/DSC_0100.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piYH70aj3-g/Tle26T-hUxI/AAAAAAAACF8/5NzbfSjI4Uk/s400/DSC_0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645181770843378450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-9153712079685318792?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/9153712079685318792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=9153712079685318792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/9153712079685318792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/9153712079685318792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/08/poor-crayon-box.html' title='Poor Crayon Box'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piYH70aj3-g/Tle26T-hUxI/AAAAAAAACF8/5NzbfSjI4Uk/s72-c/DSC_0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5491296397080392061</id><published>2011-08-18T16:27:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:01:13.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long sleeved beach babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No family fishing trips yet this summer- the cost of a growing business.  I did hitch a stay, however, with my mom and grandparents in Englewood and another long weekend with Jimmy's parents in Stuart.  Some pics from our Englewood stay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukATC9FQVHs/Tk16h3S_fCI/AAAAAAAACF0/dxzfiM7Gip0/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukATC9FQVHs/Tk16h3S_fCI/AAAAAAAACF0/dxzfiM7Gip0/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642300630362979362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhVfxHYJ258/Tk16CGwkExI/AAAAAAAACFs/1fIRuzXERKw/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhVfxHYJ258/Tk16CGwkExI/AAAAAAAACFs/1fIRuzXERKw/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642300084757730066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9v59KWBfRY/Tk15gNBsEuI/AAAAAAAACFk/nKd04PQ1mjs/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9v59KWBfRY/Tk15gNBsEuI/AAAAAAAACFk/nKd04PQ1mjs/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642299502324617954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having this time with my grandparents- and my mom with her parents, was so special.  Thankfully, they joined us at the beach a few times and loved like crazy on one certain little girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fq1cN-Ggbtk/Tk15FeJRJHI/AAAAAAAACFc/BzNoHk_nN8I/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fq1cN-Ggbtk/Tk15FeJRJHI/AAAAAAAACFc/BzNoHk_nN8I/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642299043063342194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDKyC6BJGMY/Tk14xt9Eb4I/AAAAAAAACFU/sUmmYHI4xFM/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WDKyC6BJGMY/Tk14xt9Eb4I/AAAAAAAACFU/sUmmYHI4xFM/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642298703709761410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_T6zEE5RlJo/Tk14YvqUiZI/AAAAAAAACFM/dHekvcRJSbE/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_T6zEE5RlJo/Tk14YvqUiZI/AAAAAAAACFM/dHekvcRJSbE/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642298274671266194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace Louise hit it off with another family staying at the beach with three little boys!!!  Here she is sharing her pool time, again showing off her mad swimming skills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzdP5VIzXLM/Tk139fq0idI/AAAAAAAACFE/ZipxiFgycKA/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzdP5VIzXLM/Tk139fq0idI/AAAAAAAACFE/ZipxiFgycKA/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642297806521928146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7N6F-pKDqT4/Tk13j1cPVKI/AAAAAAAACE8/RmrJuiPSDgk/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7N6F-pKDqT4/Tk13j1cPVKI/AAAAAAAACE8/RmrJuiPSDgk/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642297365689750690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AvZM8BFFz0/Tk12iTYF2mI/AAAAAAAACE0/dlfy4qX-XeI/s1600/DSC_0080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AvZM8BFFz0/Tk12iTYF2mI/AAAAAAAACE0/dlfy4qX-XeI/s320/DSC_0080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642296239854049890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1dYyiFLgGI/Tk12AiAtFRI/AAAAAAAACEs/7QBt0G0ErSs/s1600/DSC_0088.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1dYyiFLgGI/Tk12AiAtFRI/AAAAAAAACEs/7QBt0G0ErSs/s320/DSC_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642295659666937106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5491296397080392061?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5491296397080392061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5491296397080392061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5491296397080392061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5491296397080392061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-sleeved-beach-babe.html' title='Long sleeved beach babe'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukATC9FQVHs/Tk16h3S_fCI/AAAAAAAACF0/dxzfiM7Gip0/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-4754539618626218966</id><published>2011-08-12T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T10:03:18.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last 15 minutes of my day... too good not to share... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Changed a poopy cloth diaper, changed another explosive poopy cloth diaper (didn't wait long enough apparently), stuck my poopy baby in the sink after running out of wipes downstairs, turned around to see the dog licking out the diaper on the floor, refrained from vomiting... sprayed out the remainder of the diaper, went to wash a load of cloth diapers to find my last load of whites from five days ago still in the wash (oops, must have forgot), *frustrated sigh... spilled the container of laundry soap on the floor... clean up clean up everybody everywhere... restarted the whites, came back to the living room to find GL typing on my new laptop saying "I doing it! I doing it!" with a really adorable grin on her face.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must laugh or I will cry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now looking at the bright side of things... today was mostly great!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Grace Louise loves friends, loves to play with other kids, and was in absolute heaven today with three other children to run around with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of my childhood friends, Brittany, came over with her mom and two sweet little boys, and mom brought Grace Louise’s friend, Jordan, to the castle for a playdate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We painted, play-doed, fished, swam, tortured lizards, made music, and had a yummy lunch before crashing for a two hour nap!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYFdgAELayw/TkZ-79gyWRI/AAAAAAAACEk/L_05-fFjvNI/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYFdgAELayw/TkZ-79gyWRI/AAAAAAAACEk/L_05-fFjvNI/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640335151917586706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5u1OKSoZknM/TkZ-jzLp0XI/AAAAAAAACEc/onfu9bHX3YU/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5u1OKSoZknM/TkZ-jzLp0XI/AAAAAAAACEc/onfu9bHX3YU/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640334736827732338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0eVQjNC8hY/TkZ-Qcg5ztI/AAAAAAAACEU/frjWchnBhVc/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0eVQjNC8hY/TkZ-Qcg5ztI/AAAAAAAACEU/frjWchnBhVc/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640334404325330642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebD95HUz3bk/TkZ90voGmyI/AAAAAAAACEM/_8f_Wn0taOo/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebD95HUz3bk/TkZ90voGmyI/AAAAAAAACEM/_8f_Wn0taOo/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640333928419466018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the day that the Lord has made.  Let us rejoice and be glad in it! -Psalm 118:24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-4754539618626218966?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/4754539618626218966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=4754539618626218966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4754539618626218966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4754539618626218966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-day.html' title='This is the day!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYFdgAELayw/TkZ-79gyWRI/AAAAAAAACEk/L_05-fFjvNI/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7871894764166298131</id><published>2011-07-29T21:18:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:51:53.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Travels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Let's see if I can still pull one of these blog posts together... forgive me if this one is boring, full of grammatical errors, or lacking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggish&lt;/span&gt; wit... I'm out of practice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a busy and exciting summer for us so far... living in our new home (we'll leave that for another post)... and having sluggish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; out here in the boonies of Walk In Water lake. Hence the lack of blog posting, though I have several posts on a to-do list as soon as I have both speedy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wifi&lt;/span&gt; and time at my disposal.  I'm thinking of making a weekly date with my mac in town so I can continue to enjoy my family blog.  We'll see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and I are just home from a spontaneous, but worthwhile trip to the mountains of North Carolina.  I'm proud of both of us for overcoming so many obstacles that we could have easily allowed to forbid our trip.  It was spectacular and I can't wait to go back!   Even though there are tons of other fun summer pics,  the ones from this trip made the cut for tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rented a car and drove, along with Grace Louise and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Triston&lt;/span&gt;, to Madison, Georgia on Monday.  We enjoyed the antebellum homes and hilly drive along 441.  After staying at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shotty&lt;/span&gt; hotel Monday night (all part of making memories, right?!), we conquered the last leg of the trip on Tuesday (minus a few wrong turns) and arrived in Highlands at noon.  We stayed with family friends at their mountain home- The Cherry House,  a lovely and comfortable cottage decorated with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mebbie's&lt;/span&gt; antique charm.  We could not have had more hospitable hosts, and we are grateful for the time they spent with us!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was eager to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mebbie&lt;/span&gt; design one of her famous vintage jeweled picture frames.  After watching her work the first couple of days, I starting picking through her treasures and designed my very own silver and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt; frame.  I wish I had a picture of the finished product! Here it is in progress.  By far the most fun I have ever had crafting!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9v4Q7Hm9Syo/TjNmGDZcmnI/AAAAAAAACEE/4gx1k7PMkG4/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9v4Q7Hm9Syo/TjNmGDZcmnI/AAAAAAAACEE/4gx1k7PMkG4/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634959812947909234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKbpLKUte4Y/TjNlrrUc8CI/AAAAAAAACD8/k3X5mwHH6ys/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKbpLKUte4Y/TjNlrrUc8CI/AAAAAAAACD8/k3X5mwHH6ys/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634959359807909922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hi Mountains!"  Grace Louise loved talking about the mountains and was quick to point them out as she saw them.  This was our first stop at the Tallulah Gorge overlook.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk02mumnkuA/TjNlaYPy1hI/AAAAAAAACD0/GkVpgnJXhn8/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk02mumnkuA/TjNlaYPy1hI/AAAAAAAACD0/GkVpgnJXhn8/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634959062630323730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first hike in Highlands was Sunset Rock.  A perfect place to hike in the evenings to watch the sunset.  I'll be doing that on the next trip!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Triston&lt;/span&gt; pushed Grace Louise in the Bob stroller on most of our hikes, although Grace Louise actually walked a few!  We took some pictures of the Bob in action, hoping to make the all-terrain page of their website ;-) We really put this off-road stroller to the test on this trip!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKFRowtno0Q/TjNlCcnkX3I/AAAAAAAACDs/s20-aSS6C3Y/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKFRowtno0Q/TjNlCcnkX3I/AAAAAAAACDs/s20-aSS6C3Y/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634958651486920562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this was my favorite overlook.  A secret path off of one of the hikes.  Perfect for a date.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpfPy9AF6g/TjNkmouUQHI/AAAAAAAACDk/TruVNQw23zk/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpfPy9AF6g/TjNkmouUQHI/AAAAAAAACDk/TruVNQw23zk/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634958173700112498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dry Falls.  One of the many waterfalls we visited while in North Carolina.  Is it possible to get sick of waterfalls?  I can't seem to get enough.  As a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;flat lander&lt;/span&gt;, I am in awe of the mountain rivers and streams.  I imagine that must be how visitors feel about our beautiful beaches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0wScc12PGs/TjNkFkf0yYI/AAAAAAAACDc/5TyW_A21Ajo/s1600/DSC_0197.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0wScc12PGs/TjNkFkf0yYI/AAAAAAAACDc/5TyW_A21Ajo/s320/DSC_0197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634957605629905282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, Grace Louise wanted to swim... no matter how cold the water!  This was a great little swimming hole we visited off the side of a road.  Mom and I played "pass the baby" to get Grace Louise from one granite boulder to another... until alas, a place for her to safely splash in the cold mountain water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a63lEZ6O_YE/TjNjiLV49iI/AAAAAAAACDU/47fYk_XWGZM/s1600/DSC_0223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a63lEZ6O_YE/TjNjiLV49iI/AAAAAAAACDU/47fYk_XWGZM/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634956997581927970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How cool is this God-made water slide?!  Sliding rock is a must for anyone visiting the area. Hidden down a trail off of a mountain road, this stream and waterfall/slide offer both fun and spectacular postcard-like views of the forest and stream ecosystems.  I tried to take as many mental pictures as physical ones, as this was a loveliness I didn't want to forget.  God is amazing, and His creation shouts His praises!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1YpkQTJQPw/TjNd9r4MVmI/AAAAAAAACDM/mqVdU_il_lU/s1600/DSC_0278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1YpkQTJQPw/TjNd9r4MVmI/AAAAAAAACDM/mqVdU_il_lU/s320/DSC_0278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634950873102440034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNt3qmD1I9A/TjNdh4ujSiI/AAAAAAAACDE/cgPvJyyZp7w/s1600/DSC_0324.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aNt3qmD1I9A/TjNdh4ujSiI/AAAAAAAACDE/cgPvJyyZp7w/s320/DSC_0324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634950395515324962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQjMHcyOujc/TjNdBxIm7ZI/AAAAAAAACC0/e6dkB7ps1l4/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQjMHcyOujc/TjNdBxIm7ZI/AAAAAAAACC0/e6dkB7ps1l4/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634949843721317778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last evening hike of the trip.  The Botanical Gardens in Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kB_uXddpLfA/TjNcfCcx2VI/AAAAAAAACCs/hqIDCB_Odyo/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kB_uXddpLfA/TjNcfCcx2VI/AAAAAAAACCs/hqIDCB_Odyo/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634949247073900882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up ditching the Botanical Garden trails at the end and jumping on this intermediate trail, which we had to walk... all of us, including Grace Louise!  This was the most challenging and dangerous hike, but offered the best nature experience, including the peaceful sound of a babbling brook.  So nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanking God for this opportunity to travel and explore, for keeping us safe, and for building relationships and fond memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-7871894764166298131?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7871894764166298131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7871894764166298131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7871894764166298131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7871894764166298131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-travels.html' title='Summer Travels'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9v4Q7Hm9Syo/TjNmGDZcmnI/AAAAAAAACEE/4gx1k7PMkG4/s72-c/DSC_0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-8121706621990918471</id><published>2011-06-09T14:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:13:03.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one gal sharing her notes...</title><content type='html'>See, when I don't have to spend my evening grading papers for the online courses I teach, I can watch The Voice and blog about completely random things, like this... HOME REMEDIES!  This makes me very happy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love home remedies and have always felt that they actually work better than pharmaceuticals. They are typically cheap, easier to get your hands on (many can be found in your pantry), and rarely have negative side effects!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love affair with tricks of the trade started with apple cider vinegar (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACV&lt;/span&gt;).  For as long as I can remember, my grandmother preached the glories of this miracle drink as a remedy for everything from a stomach ache to stinky feet.  We rolled our eyes and incessantly cracked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ACV&lt;/span&gt; jokes behind her back. &lt;i&gt;Need money to pay your bills?  Having relationship problems?  Drink apple cider vinegar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a desperate attempt to kick a cold, a couple of years ago I put the age old remedy to the test. My only disappointment?  That I hadn't tried it sooner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sip &lt;b&gt;ACV&lt;/b&gt; warm with some water (1-2 tsp in a small glass of H2O) and lots of honey, and lemon if you have it, to ease the inflammation of a sore throat, to prevent bacteria infection of the tonsils, or to thin out mucous.  For best results start sipping at the first sign of illness (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tickly&lt;/span&gt; throat, post nasal drip, etc).  For even better results have a glass once a week just for the heck of it... plus its great for your gut!  I even use it diluted with water as a toner for my face!  Works, well... beautifully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ACV&lt;/span&gt; is amazing... a great blessing God has given us for natural good health.  Pick up some high quality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ACV&lt;/span&gt; from a health food store... the kind that still has the "mother" floating on top. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few other remedies that I've had personal success with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garlic&lt;/b&gt;- a natural antibiotic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;antifungal&lt;/span&gt;.  Smells great too!- although your spouse may not agree.  Have a cold that has turned sinus, tonsil, or respiratory infection?  Chop up a few fresh cloves and swallow whole like a pill (or chew it if you can &lt;i&gt;take it like a man&lt;/i&gt;). Garlic oil for an ear infection can be made my warming a clove in olive oil... or just place a half garlic clove just on the outside of the ear and hold in place with a cotton ball.  Garlic is also the best treatment for a yeast infection!  Forget the messy and expensive creams!  Garlic is amazing!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tea Tree Oil&lt;/b&gt;- This is hands-down the best essential oil to have in your medicine cabinet.  The Apple Cider Vinegar of essential oils, if you will.  This volatile oil is easily absorbed into the blood stream and lymph system when applied in a carrier oil (such as olive oil) in the neck and chest area.  I've also used tea tree on Grace Louise's feet and chest during a cold.  It also works well at treating a yeast diaper rash (again, mixed with a carrier oil and applied).  Even one drop on a diaper can keep yeast at bay.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cayenne Pepper (capsicum)&lt;/b&gt;-  Capsicum works inside the body, as well as topically.  Add to warm salt water and gargle for almost immediate relief for a sore throat.  Ironically, it reduces inflammation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; pot&lt;/b&gt;- There's a current joke on the Joy FM radio station about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;neti&lt;/span&gt; pot.  Apparently J.R. thinks that it was created as a practical joke to see if people would deliberately drown themselves.  I'm a fan (both of the Joy FM and of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;neti&lt;/span&gt; pot) and have had great success with this remedy for years.  I use it at the first sign of a cold (again, post nasal drip and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tickly&lt;/span&gt; throat get me going every time).  Who knew drowning yourself on a small scale could promote good health?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lymph massage&lt;/b&gt;- My most recent area of interest.  I'm not sick often, but boy, this last cold threw me for a loop!  I started feeling bad just days before my yoga certification training weekend.  I rested Thursday and Friday, followed my remedies, and prayed for supernatural strength to make it through my class in Ft. Meyers.  I had a great weekend (which reminds me, I should write about that experience...), but noticed the sore throat coming back Saturday night and then even more so Sunday evening.  My glands were swollen severely and tender to the touch.  I did some reading and started massaging with a tea tree oil blend Sunday night.  I gave myself a mini anatomy lesson and then ensued an even longer lymph massage the next day.  By Tuesday morning my glands were neither enlarged nor tender.  This works, folks!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always my hope that sickness doesn't enter this home, but when it does, I've got a proven effective &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;repertoire&lt;/span&gt; of remedies.  Please share if you have any more to add!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-8121706621990918471?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/8121706621990918471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=8121706621990918471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8121706621990918471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8121706621990918471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/06/see-when-i-dont-have-to-spend-my.html' title='Just one gal sharing her notes...'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-6486899499671217350</id><published>2011-06-03T00:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:31:34.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="Body"&gt;Every major age milestone since Grace Louise was born, I've written her a little letter highlighting all the things she's doing and just sharing my heart at the moment.  I have a letter that my mom wrote for me while she was pregnant, which I absolutely treasure!  It is just so precious to have a glimpse into the heart of a mother, especially when its your own!  Passionate Homemaking just wrote a&lt;a href="http://www.passionatehomemaking.com/2011/06/the-power-of-a-letter.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PassionateHomemaking+%28Passionate+Homemaking%29"&gt; blog entry about the art of letter-writing&lt;/a&gt; today (which I didn't even see until after I wrote this... how cool!)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;An excerpt from GL's 18 month letter...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few truly precious things you do that make my heart melt...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;say “sit mommy” when you want to nurse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;say “wapoo” (I love you!) and “night night skeeter bite!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;mimick mommy’s yoga poses&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;sit in front of your bookshelf on the floor and read book after book by yourself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;sit on the big girl potty, get your own toilet paper, and wipe yourself (but you’re not potty trained yet!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;carry a purse and put small books and toys in it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;carry your baby dolls everywhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;play peek a boo with yourself and other random objects, saying “where’d go?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;say really sweet southern things like “bye y’all”, “bye now”, and “oh my!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body" style="margin-left: 9pt; text-indent: -9pt; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;cackle and shriek when you laugh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mommy and daddy must continue to ask the Lord to guide our footsteps in parenting, careful not to put ourselves on auto-pilot or forget the purpose of what we are doing... training you to know and the love the Lord and to desire to give Him glory with your life.  I want you to be smart.  I want you to be talented.  But most of all, I want you to desire after Jesus with your whole heart.  I am so able to mess this up.  I have a good chance of teaching you things I shouldn’t or not teaching you things I should.  Yet, God’s grace is sufficient even for this.  You are His.  And this is all for His glory. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="Body"&gt;18months- Memorial Day Weekend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RP61kdKNa6U/TehgkzAqY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/XDNLC6dDLi0/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RP61kdKNa6U/TehgkzAqY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/XDNLC6dDLi0/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613843120801866674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy8RzMYGv2g/TehgkuSvU3I/AAAAAAAACB0/-vwpO17F-5o/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy8RzMYGv2g/TehgkuSvU3I/AAAAAAAACB0/-vwpO17F-5o/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613843119535510386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1s1JRGEzig/TehgkGwx8RI/AAAAAAAACBs/Syhys9-fPGU/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1s1JRGEzig/TehgkGwx8RI/AAAAAAAACBs/Syhys9-fPGU/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613843108924092690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-6486899499671217350?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/6486899499671217350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=6486899499671217350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6486899499671217350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6486899499671217350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-letters.html' title='Love Letters'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RP61kdKNa6U/TehgkzAqY7I/AAAAAAAACB8/XDNLC6dDLi0/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5035031376551587261</id><published>2011-05-22T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:13:10.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Photo Series Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCRkIMHs1ro/Tdm0Wm2S8vI/AAAAAAAACA0/UcCs2I4Btkk/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCRkIMHs1ro/Tdm0Wm2S8vI/AAAAAAAACA0/UcCs2I4Btkk/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609713111345066738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbho_ek0tH0/Tdm0WZajc8I/AAAAAAAACAs/P7K6vP9sEXY/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sbho_ek0tH0/Tdm0WZajc8I/AAAAAAAACAs/P7K6vP9sEXY/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609713107739046850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IjUfZl-vUc/Tdm0WMbSrMI/AAAAAAAACAk/vIhy3QNc7ic/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IjUfZl-vUc/Tdm0WMbSrMI/AAAAAAAACAk/vIhy3QNc7ic/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609713104252480706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df5mSptyrmg/Tdmzp3lbb3I/AAAAAAAACAc/cqUp9UWvBeQ/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df5mSptyrmg/Tdmzp3lbb3I/AAAAAAAACAc/cqUp9UWvBeQ/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609712342743609202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubddnawNpQs/TdmzpvrBe8I/AAAAAAAACAU/aape_Cd-KBM/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubddnawNpQs/TdmzpvrBe8I/AAAAAAAACAU/aape_Cd-KBM/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609712340619590594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5035031376551587261?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5035031376551587261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5035031376551587261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5035031376551587261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5035031376551587261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-photo-series-ever.html' title='The Best Photo Series Ever'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CCRkIMHs1ro/Tdm0Wm2S8vI/AAAAAAAACA0/UcCs2I4Btkk/s72-c/DSC_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5958369178527603995</id><published>2011-05-22T20:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:19:05.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowry Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwxR0PX9mOE/Tdm1lLMkzKI/AAAAAAAACBk/G5zObALGusU/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwxR0PX9mOE/Tdm1lLMkzKI/AAAAAAAACBk/G5zObALGusU/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609714461131984034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJDSITXep1o/Tdm1lH-_NeI/AAAAAAAACBc/WAkJ9rKilNk/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJDSITXep1o/Tdm1lH-_NeI/AAAAAAAACBc/WAkJ9rKilNk/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609714460269688290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYqnVZYSqUw/Tdm1k6wQnvI/AAAAAAAACBU/X9msvqXMCSQ/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RYqnVZYSqUw/Tdm1k6wQnvI/AAAAAAAACBU/X9msvqXMCSQ/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609714456718253810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePoEcxfu-C4/Tdm1kugTI8I/AAAAAAAACBM/18l3TvfGTZ8/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePoEcxfu-C4/Tdm1kugTI8I/AAAAAAAACBM/18l3TvfGTZ8/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609714453430084546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdyrlWAKblg/Tdm0-DnQmpI/AAAAAAAACBE/0U1bbpcA5ik/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdyrlWAKblg/Tdm0-DnQmpI/AAAAAAAACBE/0U1bbpcA5ik/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609713789081524882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDJYgE6xchI/Tdm098LvGMI/AAAAAAAACA8/qwwfEzRYzWI/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDJYgE6xchI/Tdm098LvGMI/AAAAAAAACA8/qwwfEzRYzWI/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609713787087034562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child has been given no shortage of opportunities to see animals in her life.  We took a trip to Lowry Park on Friday, making her fourth zoo trip!  She was barely 8 months old the last time we took her, and wow what a difference one year makes at this age!  So interested in the animals, she said their names, made noises, and got oober excited about all kinds of sights at the park, including the other children!  She loved the animals, but I think the water attractions and train ride took the cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5958369178527603995?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5958369178527603995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5958369178527603995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5958369178527603995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5958369178527603995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/lowry-park.html' title='Lowry Park'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwxR0PX9mOE/Tdm1lLMkzKI/AAAAAAAACBk/G5zObALGusU/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-2985257288208452727</id><published>2011-05-14T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:34:38.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday was Mother's Day and I still haven't quite got over how spectacular that day was for me.  Last year Grace Louise was around 6 months old on Mother's Day, so&lt;i&gt; this ain't my first rodeo&lt;/i&gt;... My first Mother's Day wasn't all that memorable, though (apparently, because I can't remember much about it... except that I got two really special cards from my amazing in-laws... or was that for my birthday... see.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Mother's Day, on the other hand, is one I will never forget.  I took a break from all of my obligations, responsibilities, and traditions, and on a whim, went with my mom and baby girl to the beach!  We kept it simple (though the looks of my packed-like-sardines car wouldn't suggest so).  Driving over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vero&lt;/span&gt;, we only stayed for a couple hours, the most comfortable part of the day.  Clear skies and BIG waves.  We ate, we played, we read, we walked.  No agenda.  No distractions.  Just enjoying each moment and each other.  I loved every second :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way... You should hear this little girl say "seashells".  And the shrieks of delight when the waves come crashing in.  It will melt your heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWxbR4ANJfo/Tc9Eh2eAS7I/AAAAAAAACAA/LliJUJdsapQ/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWxbR4ANJfo/Tc9Eh2eAS7I/AAAAAAAACAA/LliJUJdsapQ/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775409447291826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfV25AhhnSs/Tc9EhndnZOI/AAAAAAAAB_4/MKD2V7D3U_Q/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfV25AhhnSs/Tc9EhndnZOI/AAAAAAAAB_4/MKD2V7D3U_Q/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775405419128034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGqCP0AynGg/Tc9EhbtP2SI/AAAAAAAAB_w/GWn_JaHBGZc/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dGqCP0AynGg/Tc9EhbtP2SI/AAAAAAAAB_w/GWn_JaHBGZc/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775402263468322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I think she's shrieking here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8-23TE1BVE/Tc9EhClvtaI/AAAAAAAAB_o/8BM_J3vXu6s/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8-23TE1BVE/Tc9EhClvtaI/AAAAAAAAB_o/8BM_J3vXu6s/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775395521115554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iNcVHfyEuQ8/Tc9Eg-_pn1I/AAAAAAAAB_g/gvzbJEoEp-M/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iNcVHfyEuQ8/Tc9Eg-_pn1I/AAAAAAAAB_g/gvzbJEoEp-M/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775394556026706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwUbrwIjNFE/Tc9D1SLuBDI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/4sGugZV676E/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwUbrwIjNFE/Tc9D1SLuBDI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/4sGugZV676E/s320/DSC_0072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606774643792675890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sILF5a0pYd0/Tc9DLjr1t1I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/xRCN2jOY4lI/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sILF5a0pYd0/Tc9DLjr1t1I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/xRCN2jOY4lI/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606773926936295250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPLl5_lppP4/Tc9DLrE2bzI/AAAAAAAAB_I/hIVib0DutU0/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPLl5_lppP4/Tc9DLrE2bzI/AAAAAAAAB_I/hIVib0DutU0/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606773928920248114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxbfO4f7JLo/Tc9DLWDy7wI/AAAAAAAAB_A/ljQOeDc6tJw/s1600/DSC_0114.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UxbfO4f7JLo/Tc9DLWDy7wI/AAAAAAAAB_A/ljQOeDc6tJw/s320/DSC_0114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606773923278679810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-2985257288208452727?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/2985257288208452727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=2985257288208452727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2985257288208452727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2985257288208452727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-mothers-day.html' title='The Best Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWxbR4ANJfo/Tc9Eh2eAS7I/AAAAAAAACAA/LliJUJdsapQ/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-130675762171325197</id><published>2011-05-04T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:07:03.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 months and Missed Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, my baby girl just turned 18 months old... 6 more months and we start counting her age in years!  Its funny how we start out meticulously counting those weeks, careful not to make our babies any older than they truly are- an effort to hold on to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toddlerhood&lt;/span&gt; we know will disappear so quickly.  We reluctantly count age in months... and then years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've read at 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; months toddlers experience "vocabulary explosion".  Grace Louise is out to confirm the theory, chattering away with more words than I can count.  Her voice is sweet and accent southern.  We have conversations, even if no one else knows what she's saying :-)  She's loving to be outside... always.  Swinging, herding the chicks in the yard, pushing her cozy coupe, stroller, or grocery cart, and using her growing imagination for play!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had so many adventures in the past month, I just haven't been able to keep up with blogging.  This is my last-ditch effort to capture some of the highlight moments... beginning with this post and continuing in a series of Missed Adventures... Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYYGUk_k27U/TcH_I2zTcCI/AAAAAAAAB-4/Gshs_LieE58/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYYGUk_k27U/TcH_I2zTcCI/AAAAAAAAB-4/Gshs_LieE58/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039939040342050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a sweet moment.  Grace Louise's first time playing with mommy's hair.  I look forward to braids and other beautiful styles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMBZKZImbdM/TcH-36TD_fI/AAAAAAAAB-w/3EcFhSx0sPI/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMBZKZImbdM/TcH-36TD_fI/AAAAAAAAB-w/3EcFhSx0sPI/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039647921077746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What?  You don't read the paper on the pot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ps8tA1lOKU/TcH-yJ6jLsI/AAAAAAAAB-o/xt_XF-3X-d0/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ps8tA1lOKU/TcH-yJ6jLsI/AAAAAAAAB-o/xt_XF-3X-d0/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039549034016450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gardenias at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BeBe&lt;/span&gt; and Pops' house.  She picks flowers every Tuesday, and they smell so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiEH9MAmaYI/TcH-ULkK6eI/AAAAAAAAB-g/RcHKCTiuJdo/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiEH9MAmaYI/TcH-ULkK6eI/AAAAAAAAB-g/RcHKCTiuJdo/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603039034080946658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out in our future backyard.  Move in date is June 1st!  Exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A prayer request for our family- please pray for a buyer for our current home and trusting hearts to follow God's direction in all things concerning this move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kmhhRgRZc/TcH-E2ckAaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/UzOzdn4IDy0/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kmhhRgRZc/TcH-E2ckAaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/UzOzdn4IDy0/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603038770713854370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A spring break visit from Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Linz&lt;/span&gt;.  Can't wait to see her again this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1_l7KNSR1M/TcH97mkceEI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/bH-XqLslcc0/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1_l7KNSR1M/TcH97mkceEI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/bH-XqLslcc0/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603038611833124930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, Grace Louise doesn't have a baby brother... this is the adorable end result of my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt; client!  It was a great learning experience for me, and I'm looking forward to my next delivery in June.  Jimmy and I will be heading down to Ft. Myers next weekend for my Prenatal Yoga certification training.  Lots of cool things happening with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doulasoflakewales.com/"&gt;Doulas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doulasoflakewales.com/"&gt; of Lake Wales&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-130675762171325197?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/130675762171325197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=130675762171325197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/130675762171325197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/130675762171325197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/18-months-and-missed-adventures.html' title='18 months and Missed Adventures'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYYGUk_k27U/TcH_I2zTcCI/AAAAAAAAB-4/Gshs_LieE58/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7100924016119426991</id><published>2011-05-04T20:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:07:42.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Adventure- LONG LOST FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was starting to wonder if this was ever going to happen, but FINALLY... my good friend Kristy and I got our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rugrats&lt;/span&gt; together for a day of fun.  Beckett and Evie entertained Grace Louise with a (poor) toad, among other things, and I got some sweet baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' from little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elin&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful for this lasting friendship!  Even if Kristy and I only catch up once a year, it is so easy to pick up where we left off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1j0bAFSczE/TcHvXvWeysI/AAAAAAAAB-I/ZeBg_7Z3iZc/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1j0bAFSczE/TcHvXvWeysI/AAAAAAAAB-I/ZeBg_7Z3iZc/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603022602552396482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wks2y-YR_vI/TcHvDkFnfZI/AAAAAAAAB-A/RrwQKhuYdvc/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wks2y-YR_vI/TcHvDkFnfZI/AAAAAAAAB-A/RrwQKhuYdvc/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603022255931489682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The (poor) toad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AniH1TJyF5w/TcHu60MkJ3I/AAAAAAAAB94/AyVex9Tmjqo/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AniH1TJyF5w/TcHu60MkJ3I/AAAAAAAAB94/AyVex9Tmjqo/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603022105636775794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace Louise was amused with the mussels in the lake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-7100924016119426991?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7100924016119426991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7100924016119426991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7100924016119426991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7100924016119426991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/missed-adventure-long-lost-friends.html' title='Missed Adventure- LONG LOST FRIENDS'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1j0bAFSczE/TcHvXvWeysI/AAAAAAAAB-I/ZeBg_7Z3iZc/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-3953820914011477202</id><published>2011-05-04T20:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:08:02.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Adventure- TURKEYS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not one, but two!  One of the most incredible experiences I have ever shared with my hubby, was this turkey hunt where we both took gobblers in back to back shots.  Everything about the hunt was perfect, from setting up our little palmetto blind, hearing the birds gobble in the tree as we were setting up, watching them come off the roost at daylight, and then calling them over to the decoys so we could make a shot.  A big thanks to my amazing father in law who made this great memory possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIChtoQkofw/TcHsWPLnqZI/AAAAAAAAB9w/F5iiwdxAlIs/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIChtoQkofw/TcHsWPLnqZI/AAAAAAAAB9w/F5iiwdxAlIs/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603019278202153362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTfk_y4ufjU/TcHsKDfYI8I/AAAAAAAAB9o/3wjOMFtheBQ/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTfk_y4ufjU/TcHsKDfYI8I/AAAAAAAAB9o/3wjOMFtheBQ/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603019068905366466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-3953820914011477202?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/3953820914011477202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=3953820914011477202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3953820914011477202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3953820914011477202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/missed-adventure-turkeys.html' title='Missed Adventure- TURKEYS!!!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIChtoQkofw/TcHsWPLnqZI/AAAAAAAAB9w/F5iiwdxAlIs/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-8144363109252942500</id><published>2011-05-04T14:50:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:08:39.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Adventure- EASTER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last year Grace Louise could sit in this Easter basket and this year, here she is toting it around, investigating the treasures inside, and hunting for eggs.  It's amazing how quickly they grow and change in these early years!  And again, we are enjoying creating our own traditions for the holidays, always trying to point Grace Louise to the glory of our Savior!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmMOsvJDghw/TcGh5gruKSI/AAAAAAAAB9g/akqdRX6ttQM/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmMOsvJDghw/TcGh5gruKSI/AAAAAAAAB9g/akqdRX6ttQM/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602937420823537954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resurrection Eggs- really cute way to tell the Easter story, each egg containing a symbol of some part of the story.  Grace Louise played with ones that I borrowed from a friend the week before Easter, and now has her very own dozen to enjoy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VeggieTales&lt;/span&gt;- Twas the Night Before Easter DVD- I played this for Grace Louise during breakfast on Easter morning, but she doesn't have the attention span for shows or movies yet.  It's the thought that counts, though, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easter Surprise- look/flap board book.  The best one I could find for her age at the Christian bookstore.  She LOVES this book and says "knock knock" on all the flap doors.  Very cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A stuffed bunny and duck that were given to her last Easter- one of the joys of the early years- they don't remember what you gave them last year and they are still just as excited to get it again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organic Surf Sweet Jelly Beans- the closest this child will get to candy for a while!  They're actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delicioso&lt;/span&gt;, made with apple juice concentrate!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FUoEOXUnnY/TcGhwg47kPI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/ZSA_FdoIiZY/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FUoEOXUnnY/TcGhwg47kPI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/ZSA_FdoIiZY/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602937266260119794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying her jelly beans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhMHk8JNiKo/TcGhoyksXaI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/bFXC4ME1Su0/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dhMHk8JNiKo/TcGhoyksXaI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/bFXC4ME1Su0/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602937133568122274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Grandaddy at church on Easter morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ9wWs70dFw/TcGhiCpFpII/AAAAAAAAB9I/PHiliZQ0Nsw/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJ9wWs70dFw/TcGhiCpFpII/AAAAAAAAB9I/PHiliZQ0Nsw/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602937017622439042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XLEN1HqwZAs/TcGhZLPOLMI/AAAAAAAAB9A/J8dhhQs6Fcs/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XLEN1HqwZAs/TcGhZLPOLMI/AAAAAAAAB9A/J8dhhQs6Fcs/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602936865311042754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loving on cousin Hayden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eA7dThfJQE/TcGhSfU6bKI/AAAAAAAAB84/p-L0B5snPlM/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eA7dThfJQE/TcGhSfU6bKI/AAAAAAAAB84/p-L0B5snPlM/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602936750444539042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wise/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DuBose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grandbabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_t7kUZb7sRU/TcGhI8YbU1I/AAAAAAAAB8w/NmFCvUIVRcY/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_t7kUZb7sRU/TcGhI8YbU1I/AAAAAAAAB8w/NmFCvUIVRcY/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602936586445214546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnriVGcwse4/TcGg8nJGaKI/AAAAAAAAB8o/xwonvVDuvWs/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnriVGcwse4/TcGg8nJGaKI/AAAAAAAAB8o/xwonvVDuvWs/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602936374585354402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instructions for the egg hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This brought back lots of memories for me, hunting eggs with cousins on Easter.  So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKDmP3Ks5Qc/TcGg03sDr0I/AAAAAAAAB8g/PJimz1aJW-0/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKDmP3Ks5Qc/TcGg03sDr0I/AAAAAAAAB8g/PJimz1aJW-0/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602936241587990338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZ1PqSgyAo/TcGgtDO1rAI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/I9IQyo2fa0M/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZ1PqSgyAo/TcGgtDO1rAI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/I9IQyo2fa0M/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602936107247709186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get by with a little help from my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eS730iY5yCU/TcGgZsG06AI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/FycGz7MxSaY/s1600/DSC_0080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eS730iY5yCU/TcGgZsG06AI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/FycGz7MxSaY/s320/DSC_0080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602935774622574594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Hope your Easter was just as blessed as ours and that you have true joy that comes from trusting in our resurrected Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-8144363109252942500?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/8144363109252942500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=8144363109252942500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8144363109252942500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8144363109252942500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/missed-adventure-easter.html' title='Missed Adventure- EASTER!!!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmMOsvJDghw/TcGh5gruKSI/AAAAAAAAB9g/akqdRX6ttQM/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-6234289905294079930</id><published>2011-05-04T14:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:10:24.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Adventure- CHICKS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just in time for Easter!  Pops surprised Grace Louise with four of her very own chicks (after consulting with mom first, of course)... And daddy was no chicken about it, he got out there, put his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ingenuity&lt;/span&gt; to work, and built one heck of a coop!  Check it out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MjssoFJnO8/TcGae01K3CI/AAAAAAAAB7o/3xhB1BqRBC8/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MjssoFJnO8/TcGae01K3CI/AAAAAAAAB7o/3xhB1BqRBC8/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602929265794014242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTVtLg9QurU/TcGaXfHhqOI/AAAAAAAAB7g/ue4EPKCi8RI/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTVtLg9QurU/TcGaXfHhqOI/AAAAAAAAB7g/ue4EPKCi8RI/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602929139706341602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEeY8FNq0Xg/TcGaOx9jgRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/UdMG5bvypZ4/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEeY8FNq0Xg/TcGaOx9jgRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/UdMG5bvypZ4/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602928990145970450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace Louise was a bit chicken at first, but now loves to chase these furry (feathery?) friends around the yard and desperately wants them to eat out of her hand.  Looking forward to all that personal poultry will bring to our lives (headache, eggs, lessons of responsibility and hard work...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-6234289905294079930?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/6234289905294079930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=6234289905294079930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6234289905294079930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6234289905294079930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/missed-adventure-4-chicks.html' title='Missed Adventure- CHICKS!!!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MjssoFJnO8/TcGae01K3CI/AAAAAAAAB7o/3xhB1BqRBC8/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5612904676564256341</id><published>2011-05-04T14:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:10:35.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Adventure- CONCERTS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Concert Under the Stars is something I look forward to every spring and fall here in Lake Wales.  I'm a lover of Bok Tower Gardens and especially love the fun and relaxing atmosphere that these events bring.  Everyone brings their favorite wine and cheese and at least acts a bit cultured for the evening.  The concert this past Saturday evening was also a celebration for our friend Erica's birthday!  So... Happy Birthday Erica and thanks for a hilarious adult evening out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_o5a3NyKRVM/TcGYc6hoEvI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RU-XrUhDUGg/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_o5a3NyKRVM/TcGYc6hoEvI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RU-XrUhDUGg/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602927033939661554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUMLDpiU60c/TcGYXDURKvI/AAAAAAAAB7I/23nBqTHJoDI/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUMLDpiU60c/TcGYXDURKvI/AAAAAAAAB7I/23nBqTHJoDI/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602926933220338418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEUr_lRF0wQ/TcGYR8XBM6I/AAAAAAAAB7A/_3n1T0-8Y4E/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cEUr_lRF0wQ/TcGYR8XBM6I/AAAAAAAAB7A/_3n1T0-8Y4E/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602926845453480866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcZFi1fWVmQ/TcGYHzBeNGI/AAAAAAAAB64/siJcElBE3mY/s1600/DSC_0035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BcZFi1fWVmQ/TcGYHzBeNGI/AAAAAAAAB64/siJcElBE3mY/s320/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602926671148495970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5612904676564256341?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5612904676564256341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5612904676564256341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5612904676564256341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5612904676564256341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/missed-adventure-5-concerts.html' title='Missed Adventure- CONCERTS!!!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_o5a3NyKRVM/TcGYc6hoEvI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RU-XrUhDUGg/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1326683468027554668</id><published>2011-05-04T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:10:08.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Adventure- SWIMMING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The first swim of the summer and another great birthday celebration for Brant, McKenzie, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Triston&lt;/span&gt;.  The twins have officially entered their teens!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Triston&lt;/span&gt; turned 9.  He was just born, wasn't he?!?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Louise loved watching all the kids swimming and riding the tube.  She would have joined right in if she could.  We settled for splashing and a boat ride with daddy.  We will be starting swimming lessons soon, though!  After seeing how interested and independent she was in the water, I'm sure its prime time to get this little fish moving.  More to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vI_PEPz9nF0/TcGddGUSvbI/AAAAAAAAB8I/uS0-r2ttdSQ/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vI_PEPz9nF0/TcGddGUSvbI/AAAAAAAAB8I/uS0-r2ttdSQ/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602932534663101874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TBNuAmlPrwE/TcGdW4sZbpI/AAAAAAAAB8A/tiPQ6VcSo7A/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TBNuAmlPrwE/TcGdW4sZbpI/AAAAAAAAB8A/tiPQ6VcSo7A/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602932427926892178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I will say CHEESE but not while looking at the camera."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gqrnh2EuyM/TcGdP_WZrWI/AAAAAAAAB74/_RJrBUt9F_g/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gqrnh2EuyM/TcGdP_WZrWI/AAAAAAAAB74/_RJrBUt9F_g/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602932309454597474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LB6d8J5dmLk/TcGdKLU0XJI/AAAAAAAAB7w/9ZXp2na34No/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LB6d8J5dmLk/TcGdKLU0XJI/AAAAAAAAB7w/9ZXp2na34No/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602932209589968018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-1326683468027554668?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/1326683468027554668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=1326683468027554668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1326683468027554668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1326683468027554668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/05/missed-adventure-swimming.html' title='Missed Adventure- SWIMMING!!!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vI_PEPz9nF0/TcGddGUSvbI/AAAAAAAAB8I/uS0-r2ttdSQ/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-6036572884123246213</id><published>2011-04-23T21:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:45:59.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmsm-pYuqhw/TbOAfNaUpkI/AAAAAAAAB6w/BqaoEl6Ma8k/s1600/DSC_0071.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmsm-pYuqhw/TbOAfNaUpkI/AAAAAAAAB6w/BqaoEl6Ma8k/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598960035416024642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4-vYP3Ua6A/TbOAWDdy3YI/AAAAAAAAB6o/fOhQJKMxuuA/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e4-vYP3Ua6A/TbOAWDdy3YI/AAAAAAAAB6o/fOhQJKMxuuA/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598959878127410562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GTaas2VDKE/TbOAQCTMAPI/AAAAAAAAB6g/RnpywJNWaMA/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8Uvjs_ZdbA/TbN_-DEnM_I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/obhzOY1hv1U/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598959465704928242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g81sfVvN-GI/TbN_1pcnkzI/AAAAAAAAB6I/6SKVLtm6Ig8/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g81sfVvN-GI/TbN_1pcnkzI/AAAAAAAAB6I/6SKVLtm6Ig8/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598959321387340594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch2v65RBfZM/TbN_upEghmI/AAAAAAAAB6A/TR-cdSK8MxM/s1600/DSC_0109.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch2v65RBfZM/TbN_upEghmI/AAAAAAAAB6A/TR-cdSK8MxM/s320/DSC_0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598959201027130978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAqITNHWAxI/TbN_lIP5cwI/AAAAAAAAB54/h0Az7GG_fAg/s1600/DSC_0113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAqITNHWAxI/TbN_lIP5cwI/AAAAAAAAB54/h0Az7GG_fAg/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598959037597709058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAtII00Y2xU/TbN_cbQP6NI/AAAAAAAAB5w/sDi3NU-KEC8/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAtII00Y2xU/TbN_cbQP6NI/AAAAAAAAB5w/sDi3NU-KEC8/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598958888080632018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-6036572884123246213?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/6036572884123246213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=6036572884123246213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6036572884123246213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6036572884123246213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-photo-shoot.html' title='Spring Photo Shoot'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nmsm-pYuqhw/TbOAfNaUpkI/AAAAAAAAB6w/BqaoEl6Ma8k/s72-c/DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-4992510744437718063</id><published>2011-04-12T12:04:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:36:05.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas the Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Florida Railroad Museum in Parrish hosted THE Thomas the Train engine a few weekends ago (and boy are they glad they did after that revenue!)  Even though Grace Louise doesn't know Thomas the Train from Adam's House Cat, I knew she would enjoy seeing the train and other children... so we went... and I was right... she had a blast!  We practiced "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chooing&lt;/span&gt;" the morning of, watched a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; video of Thomas during breakfast, and took advantage of Grace Louise's cousin's extensive knowledge of Thomas the Train in making the most of this educational opportunity!  Complete with hat, whistle, badge, and t-shirt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quinten&lt;/span&gt; was definitely the Thomas enthusiast of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMTm-7dN3is/TaR5dMBvlyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/tA_KbmSnTSc/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMTm-7dN3is/TaR5dMBvlyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/tA_KbmSnTSc/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594730179452704546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mini train ride before riding the REAL train!  This ride only lasted as long as it took to get the picture.  Grace Louise decided this wasn't for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1DkfwuNLSA/TaR5Xuvj7KI/AAAAAAAAB5g/BfCE0sDfzZE/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C1DkfwuNLSA/TaR5Xuvj7KI/AAAAAAAAB5g/BfCE0sDfzZE/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594730085692468386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead, she'll be a spectator, looking very cute with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Camelbak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znsAdv_EaqQ/TaR5NnxLoyI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/4KbVUwTFMIE/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-znsAdv_EaqQ/TaR5NnxLoyI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/4KbVUwTFMIE/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594729912021525282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6X9XxC_Sh4w/TaR5FPJcPtI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/3Cpr8TPtxsw/s1600/DSC_0032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6X9XxC_Sh4w/TaR5FPJcPtI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/3Cpr8TPtxsw/s320/DSC_0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594729767973437138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the train museum with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LaLa&lt;/span&gt;.  Checking out the sleeper cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKxykUPqZME/TaR46cu4z9I/AAAAAAAAB5I/SWFXplkUGmU/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jKxykUPqZME/TaR46cu4z9I/AAAAAAAAB5I/SWFXplkUGmU/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594729582641598418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heart cousin love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou6BJTDpJT4/TaR4zojhm4I/AAAAAAAAB5A/riLGS4oYs_Q/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou6BJTDpJT4/TaR4zojhm4I/AAAAAAAAB5A/riLGS4oYs_Q/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594729465556081538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how we trick her into smiling for pictures... say please! show me your teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wo-V63Ek24/TaR4sBAxscI/AAAAAAAAB44/M48jTD4yB1w/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wo-V63Ek24/TaR4sBAxscI/AAAAAAAAB44/M48jTD4yB1w/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594729334682268098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GSu6L5i7Zg/TaR4jmalZqI/AAAAAAAAB4w/t3hokXLvwM4/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0GSu6L5i7Zg/TaR4jmalZqI/AAAAAAAAB4w/t3hokXLvwM4/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594729190103803554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The train ride was only the beginning of the fun!  Mega blocks, games, crafts, picture booths, and LOTS of other children to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8S-nWNd4Nsk/TaR4VwSQXsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/M8AHI2vaB04/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8S-nWNd4Nsk/TaR4VwSQXsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/M8AHI2vaB04/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728952235056834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQfuPLus2io/TaR4PxW8vzI/AAAAAAAAB4g/sP4qihcRCPE/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQfuPLus2io/TaR4PxW8vzI/AAAAAAAAB4g/sP4qihcRCPE/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728849443962674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkHPCZiIgNY/TaR4Jd8-tbI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/GeBKXqVwyl4/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkHPCZiIgNY/TaR4Jd8-tbI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/GeBKXqVwyl4/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728741155550642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This face.  Every time the train whistled in and out of the station.&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/1031078177037796740-4992510744437718063?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/4992510744437718063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=4992510744437718063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4992510744437718063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4992510744437718063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/04/thomas-train.html' title='Thomas the Train'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMTm-7dN3is/TaR5dMBvlyI/AAAAAAAAB5o/tA_KbmSnTSc/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-460308381627435561</id><published>2011-04-12T11:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:04:33.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A train makes for a rich photograph...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDlawWh1zTk/TaR3fiZTASI/AAAAAAAAB4I/1dlEjQ2nz9c/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDlawWh1zTk/TaR3fiZTASI/AAAAAAAAB4I/1dlEjQ2nz9c/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594728020793557282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9SxUTmwLjE/TaR3UdLnmxI/AAAAAAAAB4A/K_6pI69mVDY/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9SxUTmwLjE/TaR3UdLnmxI/AAAAAAAAB4A/K_6pI69mVDY/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594727830415448850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTtV_CZFR9M/TaR29MenQBI/AAAAAAAAB34/H-7SCQFVVKo/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTtV_CZFR9M/TaR29MenQBI/AAAAAAAAB34/H-7SCQFVVKo/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594727430794723346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2WnIYY0e6Q/TaR22aPFI4I/AAAAAAAAB3w/EmngY85P3-w/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2WnIYY0e6Q/TaR22aPFI4I/AAAAAAAAB3w/EmngY85P3-w/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594727314228585346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-460308381627435561?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/460308381627435561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=460308381627435561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/460308381627435561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/460308381627435561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/04/train-makes-for-rich-photograph.html' title='A train makes for a rich photograph...'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDlawWh1zTk/TaR3fiZTASI/AAAAAAAAB4I/1dlEjQ2nz9c/s72-c/DSC_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-6834505240253097676</id><published>2011-04-09T14:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:36:31.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Place Where Dreams Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Speaking of dreaming... I never dreamed I'd take Grace Louise to Disney World this young... but we did.  And it was actually a great experience!  Such a great experience, in fact, that we've already gone back for more!  A lovely family friend with lifetime (yes, I said lifetime) Disney passes graciously took care of our admission and served as our guide on our first trip to Animal Kingdom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to this particular park both times and it truly is a great park for toddlers.  Its shaded with plenty of things for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-roller coaster riders to see and do.  Of course, its all about the animals, which Grace Louise loved- "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arghhhh&lt;/span&gt;!" all day long.  Apart from the animal exhibits, there is a petting zoo, safari, train ride, 3-D bug movie (so cute!), and tastiest of all, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rainforest&lt;/span&gt; Cafe!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't tote my camera on our trip this past Friday, but these are some shots from our first trip over spring break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSU5pD3J40U/TaCjiT-IDII/AAAAAAAAB3o/g8IclBVjKQQ/s1600/DSC01138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSU5pD3J40U/TaCjiT-IDII/AAAAAAAAB3o/g8IclBVjKQQ/s320/DSC01138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593650547065883778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIL3MuCY5Yg/TaCjRj6of9I/AAAAAAAAB3g/NOzVbZwryrI/s1600/DSC01142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIL3MuCY5Yg/TaCjRj6of9I/AAAAAAAAB3g/NOzVbZwryrI/s320/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593650259288424402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the safari ride.  Obviously, we are seeing something VERY interesting!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rhinos, hippos, a giraffe, maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqlsLenyQZg/TaCjK4_SG3I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/oYwTDQzGmJU/s1600/DSC01150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqlsLenyQZg/TaCjK4_SG3I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/oYwTDQzGmJU/s320/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593650144685988722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt; hopped over to sit with Miss G for a closer look at the elephants.  This ride is so neat!  Like a true safari, the animals are in their "natural" habitat, not in cages.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WkqI-tOloQk/TaCjBJfDYjI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/HGID_SAg-v8/s1600/DSC01151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WkqI-tOloQk/TaCjBJfDYjI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/HGID_SAg-v8/s320/DSC01151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593649977315516978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyfcPdSJoyU/TaCi1sefdlI/AAAAAAAAB3I/KhDahW81Isk/s1600/DSC01154.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wyfcPdSJoyU/TaCi1sefdlI/AAAAAAAAB3I/KhDahW81Isk/s320/DSC01154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593649780549973586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvdQ9LIcuv8/TaCinnTj9vI/AAAAAAAAB3A/jc3SSqvdizA/s1600/DSC01162.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvdQ9LIcuv8/TaCinnTj9vI/AAAAAAAAB3A/jc3SSqvdizA/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593649538643785458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Boneyard&lt;/span&gt; is a great play area for toddlers with slides, an enormous sandbox for finding fossils, and a little water to play in too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Alright now, Disney... that was a great plug for your park.  Now where's my paycheck??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-6834505240253097676?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/6834505240253097676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=6834505240253097676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6834505240253097676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6834505240253097676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/04/place-where-dreams-come-true.html' title='The Place Where Dreams Come True'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSU5pD3J40U/TaCjiT-IDII/AAAAAAAAB3o/g8IclBVjKQQ/s72-c/DSC01138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-6385956135466013606</id><published>2011-04-06T22:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:25:32.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28 things I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I intended to finish uploading some pics of our last few adventures and, in the process, came across this unpublished post.  One of my blogging friends (who I'm sure stole this from some other blogging friend, who stole it from her blogging friend...) did a post called "28 things I love" for the month of February.  I liked the idea, stole the idea, and had good intentions of coming up with "28 things that&lt;i&gt; I&lt;/i&gt; love" to share with whoever reads this.  I only made it to 17 and got distracted.  Well, tonight I finished my list.  And what appropriate timing it was, following an encouraging chat with a friend about accepting who we are and embracing the things we love to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.&lt;/i&gt; -1 Cor 10:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Learning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Apple Cider Vinegar (home remedies in general)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CrossRidge&lt;/span&gt; Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Being a mom and doing mom things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Worship music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Dark Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Sweaty horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Yoga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Pregnant women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Breastfeeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Saltwater fishing with my husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. My husband. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Gator Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. A good planner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Good coffee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Flan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tiramisu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Family vacations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Deliberate relaxation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Making lists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Honest friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.  The Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.  Beautiful scenery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.  Sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.  Family- old and new- love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;genealogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.  Being loved by my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Jesus, but He's definitely not last on the list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.  (Every four years there is an extra day in February, right?)  My mom, who couldn't be left out of such a list.  Yes, I love my momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-6385956135466013606?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/6385956135466013606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=6385956135466013606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6385956135466013606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6385956135466013606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/04/28-things-i-love.html' title='28 things I love'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-9107130513911035405</id><published>2011-04-01T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:55:46.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new dishwasher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm one of those stay-at-home moms who rarely stays at home. :-\  It seems that some weeks we have something planned every single day... in fact in doesn't just &lt;i&gt;seem &lt;/i&gt;that way; some weeks, that is the reality.  Yoga and groceries on Monday, Bible study on Tuesdays, play date and online work on Wednesday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;...  I've purposed to take it easy with my girl this week.  We had fun days with friends Monday and Tuesday, but have spent the rest of the week, hanging out all day in our pajamas, playing in the yard (when its not raining- heck who am I kidding?... even playing in the rain), cooking, cleaning, and just having quality time together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last MOPS meeting was on cooking together with your kids.  Inspired, I pulled up a chair for Grace Louise and let her "hep" mama in the kitchen.  She's even washing dishes!!!  Mostly she was interested in the bubbles, rubbing them on my arm, and then locking arms with me with her gaze upward, as if to say, "we are a team mom.  and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' love you to pieces!  i can't contain all this love for you, so I have to squeeze your arm like this."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love when she says things like that :-)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A41BCsJrqyU/TZSoolBntfI/AAAAAAAAB24/7Mx5kCs-0oQ/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A41BCsJrqyU/TZSoolBntfI/AAAAAAAAB24/7Mx5kCs-0oQ/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590278452560770546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuQvaJfVhhA/TZSoi1ISjgI/AAAAAAAAB2w/EQ8dNOgcs78/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuQvaJfVhhA/TZSoi1ISjgI/AAAAAAAAB2w/EQ8dNOgcs78/s320/DSC_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590278353804496386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZTKsN5HFe4/TZSodhkBoYI/AAAAAAAAB2o/60A2HpWCrqg/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZTKsN5HFe4/TZSodhkBoYI/AAAAAAAAB2o/60A2HpWCrqg/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590278262652772738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe0foVEv0WY/TZSoWpNKMtI/AAAAAAAAB2g/j4kioBqKdoM/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe0foVEv0WY/TZSoWpNKMtI/AAAAAAAAB2g/j4kioBqKdoM/s320/DSC_0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590278144445264594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a break from the hard work for a little dance.  Here we are spinning and dancing.  Loving every second.  Both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-9107130513911035405?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/9107130513911035405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=9107130513911035405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/9107130513911035405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/9107130513911035405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-dishwasher.html' title='A new dishwasher!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A41BCsJrqyU/TZSoolBntfI/AAAAAAAAB24/7Mx5kCs-0oQ/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-771742701347070306</id><published>2011-03-31T10:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:14:21.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... if not, she'll play anyway!  Jimmy and I were doing some office work the other day and left the back door open to enjoy the cool rainy breeze.  Plus, Grace Louise seemed to enjoy watching the rain fall.  Next thing we knew she was braving the elements and having a blast playing in the water!  I brought out a raincoat and water shoes... Go for it Sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5OWa4UUw5o/TZSKvtMEPWI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/N8r7ZPMGDXI/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5OWa4UUw5o/TZSKvtMEPWI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/N8r7ZPMGDXI/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590245589662317922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KAyPUyzOJs/TZSKqFqaABI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/9MgxI4y8CsU/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KAyPUyzOJs/TZSKqFqaABI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/9MgxI4y8CsU/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590245493152808978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Xxlos2csYY/TZSKkcMahfI/AAAAAAAAB2E/wQddWEnsGuY/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Xxlos2csYY/TZSKkcMahfI/AAAAAAAAB2E/wQddWEnsGuY/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590245396121814514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd4UV5UwEk8/TZSKfKbuixI/AAAAAAAAB18/JCvxrbQDnHs/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd4UV5UwEk8/TZSKfKbuixI/AAAAAAAAB18/JCvxrbQDnHs/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590245305454856978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-771742701347070306?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/771742701347070306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=771742701347070306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/771742701347070306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/771742701347070306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/03/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5OWa4UUw5o/TZSKvtMEPWI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/N8r7ZPMGDXI/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7677394227770254286</id><published>2011-03-28T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:47:28.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow!  Is my baby really old enough to play in the sprinkler?  Apparently so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXKfWK9L0_Q/TYpArXPAcCI/AAAAAAAAB10/B6EnbKEINjE/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXKfWK9L0_Q/TYpArXPAcCI/AAAAAAAAB10/B6EnbKEINjE/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587349401422032930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc_5kTSRHx4/TYpAgT9o5TI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Wx4Ae3PxQHg/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc_5kTSRHx4/TYpAgT9o5TI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Wx4Ae3PxQHg/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587349211565319474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9lkONZwsS4/TYpAWSA_g9I/AAAAAAAAB1k/NTUzUEOVNGw/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9lkONZwsS4/TYpAWSA_g9I/AAAAAAAAB1k/NTUzUEOVNGw/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587349039243822034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPz_pC6lXy8/TYpAP3jfF3I/AAAAAAAAB1c/snmP7nvXrk0/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPz_pC6lXy8/TYpAP3jfF3I/AAAAAAAAB1c/snmP7nvXrk0/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587348929061525362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to wear undergarments and bathing suits on her head.  Go figure!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It must bring out the inner-artist, as she prepares to draw a masterpiece on her easel.  Or anything she can scribble on before getting caught!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ril0ydFNEl0/TYpACuY76kI/AAAAAAAAB1U/Wlmp7h_gWYs/s1600/DSC_0114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ril0ydFNEl0/TYpACuY76kI/AAAAAAAAB1U/Wlmp7h_gWYs/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587348703263058498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play time with Joanna Fisher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmD_hySXI0Y/TYo_6HRylfI/AAAAAAAAB1M/8nQn4RVy3dM/s1600/DSC_0112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmD_hySXI0Y/TYo_6HRylfI/AAAAAAAAB1M/8nQn4RVy3dM/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587348555325150706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe9ZLpOyTtk/TYo_xnsi4kI/AAAAAAAAB1E/FMEQslh4DhQ/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe9ZLpOyTtk/TYo_xnsi4kI/AAAAAAAAB1E/FMEQslh4DhQ/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587348409408479810" /&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/1031078177037796740-7677394227770254286?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7677394227770254286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7677394227770254286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7677394227770254286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7677394227770254286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/03/backyard-fun.html' title='Backyard Fun!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXKfWK9L0_Q/TYpArXPAcCI/AAAAAAAAB10/B6EnbKEINjE/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-2350910644184787006</id><published>2011-03-23T14:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:51:23.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Fishing Trip of the Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First fishing trip of the year... and a much needed break!  Jimmy and I, along with our lovely friends Erika and Jeremy, headed over to Pine Island last weekend for some fun and sun.  As I mentioned a few posts back, the week prior was an emotionally heavy one, as someone dear to us lost a baby at birth.  As hard as it was to leave Grace Louise for the weekend, a break was definitely in order.  The skies were amazingly clear and blue, the air was crisp, and the sun was warm :-)  We caught a fair amount of fish, rocked out some Kenny Chesney music on the water, and ate a cheeseburger in paradise (Cabbage Key) before becoming landlubbers again.  It was a great trip!  I thank God for the opportunity to enjoy His creation, giving Him glory for all things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-My5Jj2-L_8k/TYo9Gy_S-sI/AAAAAAAAB08/E28oPLdYS1c/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-My5Jj2-L_8k/TYo9Gy_S-sI/AAAAAAAAB08/E28oPLdYS1c/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587345474682288834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0veeX5mIBw/TYo9ANfyyiI/AAAAAAAAB00/wjzCc_0y3Xc/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0veeX5mIBw/TYo9ANfyyiI/AAAAAAAAB00/wjzCc_0y3Xc/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587345361538828834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRNDQQBNAao/TYo84BwBWdI/AAAAAAAAB0s/yIZxV-o5KA0/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRNDQQBNAao/TYo84BwBWdI/AAAAAAAAB0s/yIZxV-o5KA0/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587345220946713042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZzNcJyBbVo/TYo8xz4x02I/AAAAAAAAB0k/WwuR5SaeG74/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZzNcJyBbVo/TYo8xz4x02I/AAAAAAAAB0k/WwuR5SaeG74/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587345114146132834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p8FFRS33SGg/TYo8rAylmzI/AAAAAAAAB0c/hHm77rCSB9k/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p8FFRS33SGg/TYo8rAylmzI/AAAAAAAAB0c/hHm77rCSB9k/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587344997350742834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-2350910644184787006?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/2350910644184787006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=2350910644184787006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2350910644184787006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2350910644184787006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-fishing-trip-of-year.html' title='First Fishing Trip of the Year!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-My5Jj2-L_8k/TYo9Gy_S-sI/AAAAAAAAB08/E28oPLdYS1c/s72-c/DSC_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-8667779968534974062</id><published>2011-03-17T14:35:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:04:35.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Set, Swim and Slide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya know... I'm really liking the colorful, plastic backyard decor. Seeing my daughter enjoying her play area brings me much more joy than expensive landscaping ever would. So, bring on the swings, slides, cars, pools, shovels, and bubbles- watch out for the land-mines (doggie presents), and let the landscaping begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKgL8htDixo/TYJaydSoUwI/AAAAAAAAB0U/YAAnGBZ1xs8/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKgL8htDixo/TYJaydSoUwI/AAAAAAAAB0U/YAAnGBZ1xs8/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585126310795563778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nif4xl6oIoI/TYJasf0T7tI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Lo7wPpCoXmE/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nif4xl6oIoI/TYJasf0T7tI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Lo7wPpCoXmE/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585126208394489554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYGBnxLO55w/TYJanGDgnaI/AAAAAAAAB0E/7C9EC-AT4m4/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYGBnxLO55w/TYJanGDgnaI/AAAAAAAAB0E/7C9EC-AT4m4/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585126115579567522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08nHBCBpaeM/TYJai-6kDhI/AAAAAAAABz8/nZTvvra-3r8/s1600/DSC_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08nHBCBpaeM/TYJai-6kDhI/AAAAAAAABz8/nZTvvra-3r8/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585126044943519250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYeBN5r8FJA/TYJacyzdbWI/AAAAAAAABz0/wVpTCJySSd4/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYeBN5r8FJA/TYJacyzdbWI/AAAAAAAABz0/wVpTCJySSd4/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585125938613284194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn1LW0Vga9s/TYJaWTHUBwI/AAAAAAAABzs/jGDS6NgHbq4/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn1LW0Vga9s/TYJaWTHUBwI/AAAAAAAABzs/jGDS6NgHbq4/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585125827027404546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Louise enjoying her new jungle gym/slide/swing in the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgBl97ceOo/TYJY181NMUI/AAAAAAAABzk/PdnQXZXzYtY/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgBl97ceOo/TYJY181NMUI/AAAAAAAABzk/PdnQXZXzYtY/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585124171778437442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWTEUEamvsw/TYJYttJAkGI/AAAAAAAABzc/aYQuY345PPU/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWTEUEamvsw/TYJYttJAkGI/AAAAAAAABzc/aYQuY345PPU/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585124030127575138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nLflmA-iyM/TYJYmn9qTsI/AAAAAAAABzU/T1k2FOwT_Oo/s1600/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nLflmA-iyM/TYJYmn9qTsI/AAAAAAAABzU/T1k2FOwT_Oo/s320/DSC_0076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585123908478717634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BE9cNANs72E/TYJUl728ImI/AAAAAAAABzM/knvj5Ia0PPg/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BE9cNANs72E/TYJUl728ImI/AAAAAAAABzM/knvj5Ia0PPg/s320/DSC_0083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585119498592854626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-8667779968534974062?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/8667779968534974062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=8667779968534974062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8667779968534974062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8667779968534974062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/03/ready-set-swim-and-slide.html' title='Ready, Set, Swim and Slide!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKgL8htDixo/TYJaydSoUwI/AAAAAAAAB0U/YAAnGBZ1xs8/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-6588160700865419444</id><published>2011-03-17T14:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:35:20.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt JuJu and Uncle Ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm back to the dashboard after a couple of heavy and busy weeks, eager to try out my new computer in the blogging world!  I have paid my dues, using the same laptop (pc, nonetheless) since 2002 and the same desktop since only a couple of years after that.  (I am driving the same car from high school, by the way.  Dave Ramsey all the way...)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've entered the mac world... the dark side, as many call it.  I'm amazed at how efficient this machine is and look forward to all the fun and creative things I can do with it (besides work, of course!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My great (as in wonderful and two generations older) aunt and uncle came down from New Hampshire for a visit two weeks ago.  Aunt JuJu (as Grace Louise says) and Uncle Ed joined the family for dinner at the Italian restaurant in town Friday night and then Bok Tower with Grace Louise and me on Saturday.  It was a beautiful day and the azaleas were stunning!  The heaviest bloom, the gardner said, in years!  We toured Pinewood, enjoyed lunch at the cafe, and pushed this little munchkin around on her bike, which I highly recommend over the stroller for an outing like this!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tP78XP8RuCo/TYJRfE2r_qI/AAAAAAAABzE/SqJ3hClEdtM/s1600/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tP78XP8RuCo/TYJRfE2r_qI/AAAAAAAABzE/SqJ3hClEdtM/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585116082213748386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02McvABHZD4/TYJRXaHVNoI/AAAAAAAABy8/JjCCZfJC7MM/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02McvABHZD4/TYJRXaHVNoI/AAAAAAAABy8/JjCCZfJC7MM/s320/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585115950481749634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtoYxSUBfkk/TYJRQIgQDsI/AAAAAAAABy0/CHh00LVnlNE/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guKvofUCBaA/TYJRCM_kVzI/AAAAAAAAByk/nKbnCLvSQ0U/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585115586182272818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCFLd0r_4J4/TYJQKiKQv9I/AAAAAAAAByc/tQWXXlsbE2Y/s1600/DSC_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCFLd0r_4J4/TYJQKiKQv9I/AAAAAAAAByc/tQWXXlsbE2Y/s320/DSC_0104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585114629791596498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-6588160700865419444?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/6588160700865419444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=6588160700865419444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6588160700865419444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/6588160700865419444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/03/aunt-juju-and-uncle-ed.html' title='Aunt JuJu and Uncle Ed'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tP78XP8RuCo/TYJRfE2r_qI/AAAAAAAABzE/SqJ3hClEdtM/s72-c/DSC_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-5658099789315869011</id><published>2011-02-20T21:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:12:06.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tree planted by rivers of water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 1:1-3&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but whose delight is in the law of the LORD, and who meditates on his law day and night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That person is like a tree planted by rivers of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither— whatever they do prospers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 2010 I was very clearly drawn to the first chapter of Psalms, which soon became thematic for my life. I memorized the first six verses and recited it often, unsure really of the deeper meaning of the words. One thing I knew without doubt, I did not feel like a tree planted by rivers of water, nor did it seem that we were truly prospering in all that we were doing. (And by prospering, I do not mean financially, though that subject could certainly be considered in reference to this passage). The daily grind with our business was lackluster. Though our customer base was ever-so-slowly growing, the impact that we were having seemed short of prosperous. At the time I had a head full of ideas and struggled having so many passions and interests, none of which I was sure how to act upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past seven months, I have been “chewing” on this passage, reading commentary and reading Biblical reference material, reciting it to Jimmy, sharing revelations, asking God for understanding, and trying to see opportunities for application in my circumstances. Though I’m confident there is much greater truth to behold than what I have experienced, God has revealed to me nuggets of truth from this scripture passage. Learning from the Holy Spirit is the most exciting education— each revelation bringing spiritual edification and application right into my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first opportunities for application was the acquisition of a second pest control business. Through a series of unbelievable events, God confirmed His desire for us to lengthen our cords and strengthen our stakes. Hurst Pest Services doubled overnight. The work has been strenuous, but rewarding. We are both learning to become more efficient so that God can continue to grow and use our business for His glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel more like a tree by rivers of water…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I met a friend, Elizabeth, who shared my love of childbirth and who also planned to become a birth doula. We agreed in the first ten minutes of meeting each other to be accountability partners in this journey— a week later we were signed up for a doula training course (compliments of my Type A personality). As a true visionary and natural encourager, Elizabeth has nurtured my love not only for assisting women in childbirth, but also for prenatal yoga, allowing me the opportunity to lead her and four other women in stretching and relaxation throughout their pregnancies. It has been an incredible experience, and I look forward to helping many more women enjoy the benefits of yoga in the childbearing years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth and I, along with her sister, Becca, have pooled together our passions and resources to create a local doula network serving women and families in Lake Wales and the surrounding area. Doulas of Lake Wales, (as part of WeLoveBirth.com— an information resource for mothers and birth professionals) will be launching soon, offering birth doula services, water birth pool rental, prenatal yoga, and placenta encapsulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a preview of the “About Us” page of our website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doulas of Lake Wales is a network of like-minded women seeking to serve women and families in our local birth community with love and humility. Confident in the God-designed birthing process, we aim to share with women their options for childbirth and to support them in making informed choices about their bodies and their babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe that women can embrace ideas and methods outside of the mainstream birth paradigm without compromising their faith or intuition! We encourage mothers to envision and prepare for a gentler, more satisfying birth experience for themselves and their babies. Our job is to support them every step of the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what makes our Doula group unique? We are three women with distinctive personalities, strengths, and experiences whose lives have collided for a greater purpose. We are called to love and serve women and families with hands of acceptance and hearts of grace. This means meeting people where they are in their views towards birth and life— joining as they confront fears, concerns, and past experiences, and joyfully embracing their new hopes and expectations for birth. We serve women in hospital, birthing center, and home births and are honored to support women through both medicated and unmedicated labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the city of Lake Wales and surrounding Central Florida area, we hope to see openness to preserving the beauty, empowerment, and miracle that birth really is. Doulas of Lake Wales looks forward to loving and supporting women during the glorious transition to motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5658099789315869011?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5658099789315869011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5658099789315869011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5658099789315869011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5658099789315869011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/02/tree-planted-by-rivers-of-water.html' title='A tree planted by rivers of water'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1751800158241381978</id><published>2011-02-19T21:41:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:31:16.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"We're Going to the Fair..."</title><content type='html'>Anyone who's ever lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gainesville&lt;/span&gt; or spent any amount of time exposed to the radio airwaves of North Central Florida is familiar with THE fair song.  "It's magical! It's wonderful! It's all right there . . . The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alachua&lt;/span&gt; County Fair.  We're going to the fair... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alachua&lt;/span&gt; County Fair..." If you know the tune, you're mad at me now, because you'll be singing, humming, or tapping the song for days!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Florida State Fair could learn a few things from those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alachua&lt;/span&gt; County folks... like how to choose a theme song to torment your prospective visitors and then slowly lure them in.  Fair food and Cracker Country were enough to lure me to the State Fair this year, and I was tickled to share the day with my favorite girl and two of her wonderful grandparents!  A surprise visit from cousin Cathy was icing on the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTHPrYhdxi0/TWCApLkzFSI/AAAAAAAAByU/Prks0HSFmXA/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597783654798626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTHPrYhdxi0/TWCApLkzFSI/AAAAAAAAByU/Prks0HSFmXA/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First stop: learn how to prevent forest fires.  Thanks, Smokey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z8wvwVrYGwg/TWCAkzjetKI/AAAAAAAAByM/Q0Ooocbxcvw/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597708487341218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z8wvwVrYGwg/TWCAkzjetKI/AAAAAAAAByM/Q0Ooocbxcvw/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This chick will find herself a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7r7wjtv_cY/TWCAe0vGpkI/AAAAAAAAByE/kUhzcNNjkwA/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597605725316674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7r7wjtv_cY/TWCAe0vGpkI/AAAAAAAAByE/kUhzcNNjkwA/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying some good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' country gospel music in Cracker Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5y9kbY6wck/TWCAaMmG6nI/AAAAAAAABx8/f7Tt0C9Zme4/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597526230690418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N5y9kbY6wck/TWCAaMmG6nI/AAAAAAAABx8/f7Tt0C9Zme4/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And meeting friends along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAVp-YsURjs/TWCAV01om-I/AAAAAAAABx0/JwGZvE05Egk/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597451133885410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RAVp-YsURjs/TWCAV01om-I/AAAAAAAABx0/JwGZvE05Egk/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying out some dance moves compliments of her new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l1xaMa_swsg/TWCAQsPM_hI/AAAAAAAABxs/MbnrQuheupw/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597362925862418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l1xaMa_swsg/TWCAQsPM_hI/AAAAAAAABxs/MbnrQuheupw/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYjZQZiUwn4/TWCALwyI7dI/AAAAAAAABxk/EgQUlplzrnk/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597278246792658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYjZQZiUwn4/TWCALwyI7dI/AAAAAAAABxk/EgQUlplzrnk/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chickens, goats, horses, cows, a kangaroo, and even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;temperamental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;giraffe&lt;/span&gt; who refused to eat the carrot no matter how high or obnoxiously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BeBe&lt;/span&gt; waved it in the air.  Bummer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Louise definitely saw her share of animals and even got to pet a few furry friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc9NyvlLbZY/TWCAGI1C39I/AAAAAAAABxc/xpEyDKdRLFs/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597181622214610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc9NyvlLbZY/TWCAGI1C39I/AAAAAAAABxc/xpEyDKdRLFs/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so excited to see Grace Louise experience her first carnival ride!  The carousel was sure to be a hit, I thought... not so much.  She was content to be in Pops' arms &lt;em&gt;beside&lt;/em&gt; the horse.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Op6dEpy7Xg0/TWCABHgjEzI/AAAAAAAABxU/8wMUlqn7Dtc/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597095368463154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Op6dEpy7Xg0/TWCABHgjEzI/AAAAAAAABxU/8wMUlqn7Dtc/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;After the carousel ride, we weren't sure the cars would be hit; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, none of us could squeeze in one with her.  She was a champ, though, and drove her little red car like a big girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaoNaLz-IVg/TWB_8GhcTLI/AAAAAAAABxM/Dl6EPuDPh-E/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575597009204432050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaoNaLz-IVg/TWB_8GhcTLI/AAAAAAAABxM/Dl6EPuDPh-E/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PC2euNSGad0/TWB_3YhQLNI/AAAAAAAABxE/333ezIuzLvk/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575596928136129746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PC2euNSGad0/TWB_3YhQLNI/AAAAAAAABxE/333ezIuzLvk/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And now for the clown car show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Riy5xJF_kjw/TWB_yBNMZPI/AAAAAAAABw8/EGAJ45prwAs/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575596835978634482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Riy5xJF_kjw/TWB_yBNMZPI/AAAAAAAABw8/EGAJ45prwAs/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me trying to encourage the dare-devil in my daughter.  No hands!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAEr9EF6Plg/TWB_o1FIXkI/AAAAAAAABw0/nbJiZ3ebnHY/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575596678104768066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yAEr9EF6Plg/TWB_o1FIXkI/AAAAAAAABw0/nbJiZ3ebnHY/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ojEak3iAo/TWB_jvpH0cI/AAAAAAAABws/UJRq8Ki0lTk/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575596590745768386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ojEak3iAo/TWB_jvpH0cI/AAAAAAAABws/UJRq8Ki0lTk/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/1031078177037796740-1751800158241381978?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/1751800158241381978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=1751800158241381978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1751800158241381978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1751800158241381978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-going-to-fair.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re Going to the Fair...&quot;'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTHPrYhdxi0/TWCApLkzFSI/AAAAAAAAByU/Prks0HSFmXA/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-236158604866605504</id><published>2011-02-10T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:20:14.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yeast Beast</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have had the joy of knowing about our recent diaper rash dilemma, I have good news...The yeast beast has been defeated!!! For those of you who have been deprived of such yeasty information, let me bring you up to speed. So, Grace Louise had a diaper rash that persisted and worsened for 15 days!!! I tried your usual zinc oxide diaper creams, Vaseline, cornstarch, a combination of the three, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neosporin&lt;/span&gt;, triple paste. No diapers, cloth diapers, disposable diapers, sensitive disposables. And then there were the baths... baking soda, chamomile tea, raw milk, and apple cider vinegar (my go-to remedy for EVERYTHING, but that's a post of its own). In a two hour goose chase I even hunted down the mother of all diaper creams (at Publix of all places), California Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Calendula&lt;/span&gt; Cream- ringing in at a whopping $13. All to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What works in a pinch?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Google searched some ideas for remedies and I came across the suggestion to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lotriman&lt;/span&gt; or some kind of anti-fungal cream. Sounded a little harsh to me, plus I didn't think she had a yeast infection because she didn't seem to be having internal vaginal pain or irritation. At this point, however, I was ready to try anything. At church on Sunday, a friend saw the rash and suggested anti-fungal cream as well. Okay, enough confirmation for me. Definitely my next step. Picked up a tube of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lotriman&lt;/span&gt; on the way home and started applying it right away. Saw slight results overnight and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;noticable&lt;/span&gt; healing between Monday and Tuesday. Each day there is improvement. It's Thursday and I'm still applying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caldesene&lt;/span&gt; powder, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neosporin&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;anti-fungal&lt;/span&gt; cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good to know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;succumbing&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lotriman&lt;/span&gt; remedy, I decided to do more "research" on yeast infections. First of all, I learned that the rash itself can be caused by yeast and can be solely external. A yeast rash doesn't necessarily mean an internal yeast infection (the kind women are so familiar with). I also learned that yeast can be persistent and should be treated for two weeks, even if physical symptoms have disappeared. Failure to do so could lead to r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;esistance&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anti-fungal&lt;/span&gt; cream... kind of like antibiotics with a bacterial infection. I can't even imagine how scary the mutated version of the Yeast Beast might be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how do you tell if your baby has rash caused by yeast (vs a skin irritation)??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yeast beast will typically appear as raised red bumps, appearing to even have fluid under the skin... like tiny blisters. Continued irritation from urine and feces, along with wiping, can easily lead to loss of skin integrity and open wounds. Ouch! Another way to tell if the rash is from yeast fungus is spreading from contact (for example from the outer labia to the inner thigh) or if it is found in the folds of the skin. Skin folds are typically spared in the case of a contact (non-yeast) diaper rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natural Relief for Yeast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, I would have treated her yeast rash with natural methods, instead of using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lotriman&lt;/span&gt;, but after almost two weeks, immediate relief was important. Thankfully, the anti-fungal cream delivered on its promise. I've since learned that a drop or two of tea tree oil on her cloth diapers will keep yeast at bay. Note to self: buy tea tree oil and avoid ever having to encounter the yeast beast again. Tea tree oil is naturally antiseptic and anti-fungal with loads of medicinal uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic is also AMAZING at killing the yeast beast. Grace Louise ate two whole raw garlic cloves chopped up in yogurt. Poor thing- never even saw it coming! (Though afterwards I sure did pay for it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Peeyoo&lt;/span&gt;!) I'm hoping this garlic boost allowed her body to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;em&gt;Candida&lt;/em&gt; a good kick in the rear! Consuming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;probiotics&lt;/span&gt; in yogurt, raw milk, or even pill form, is also important for killing yeast infections/rash. The body needs plenty of the "good guys" in order to prevent an overgrowth of &lt;em&gt;Candida&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, keeping baby's skin dry puts up a great defense against yeast, as well as contact diaper rash. A wet and warm, anaerobic environment is like the Hilton for yeast, when what we really want to give them is the Motel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanking God today for answering my prayer and providing a remedy to bring relief to my baby girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-236158604866605504?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/236158604866605504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=236158604866605504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/236158604866605504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/236158604866605504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/02/yeast-beast.html' title='The Yeast Beast'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-304118602527824746</id><published>2011-02-07T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:31:14.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Horse Country</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago we took a family trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ocala&lt;/span&gt; to visit some friends from college, Heather and Ken. They have a beautiful home in the country with acreage, and best of all, a couple of four legged friends. (*sigh) Really beautiful four legged friends. And not the kind that bark or meow. (though they do have those too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4Ck4UgkVI/AAAAAAAABwc/kmLkpUhQCWw/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570392621720834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4Ck4UgkVI/AAAAAAAABwc/kmLkpUhQCWw/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4Cg6BMdVI/AAAAAAAABwU/Y9fWPNW1428/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570392553457218898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4Cg6BMdVI/AAAAAAAABwU/Y9fWPNW1428/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.&lt;/em&gt; -Prov. 18:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4Cc07iBKI/AAAAAAAABwM/K3X1RJo1bd0/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570392483371812002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4Cc07iBKI/AAAAAAAABwM/K3X1RJo1bd0/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We arrived in the evening, so although Grace Louise got to meet and play with her new two legged friend, Briana, she didn't meet the horses until the morning. A crisp and lovely morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4CWe17f7I/AAAAAAAABwE/uF7kIQt1C_I/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570392374363520946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4CWe17f7I/AAAAAAAABwE/uF7kIQt1C_I/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4CM1n9AsI/AAAAAAAABv8/39QZTL_xdLc/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570392208680223426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4CM1n9AsI/AAAAAAAABv8/39QZTL_xdLc/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi, I'm Emily. And I'm a country music singer. Welcome to my ranch where I spend the summers riding into the sunset, holding hands with my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sorry... the crossed legs and leaning on the fence post made that caption irresistible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4CH4XLV7I/AAAAAAAABv0/EtK5f83y0dU/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570392123515819954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4CH4XLV7I/AAAAAAAABv0/EtK5f83y0dU/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spending a little time with my munchkin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hoping my love for horses and riding will rub off on her).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pops, I want a real pony!" We practice that often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4CCqN5r-I/AAAAAAAABvs/waiMXgRIH40/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570392033819471842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4CCqN5r-I/AAAAAAAABvs/waiMXgRIH40/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4B2sJOGHI/AAAAAAAABvk/AuP9JCMTzrY/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570391828178278514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4B2sJOGHI/AAAAAAAABvk/AuP9JCMTzrY/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4BxQgl9PI/AAAAAAAABvc/VBDQHkNEVjc/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570391734860772594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4BxQgl9PI/AAAAAAAABvc/VBDQHkNEVjc/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4BqzSup0I/AAAAAAAABvU/pi4N6rW_V8Y/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570391623938778946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TU4BqzSup0I/AAAAAAAABvU/pi4N6rW_V8Y/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's that two legged friend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Briana is going to be a big sister soon and was practicing her big sister skills with Grace Louise. 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However, if you have a weak stomach when it comes to blood or organs, read no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Placentophagia&lt;/span&gt; is the practice of consuming ones own placenta following a birth. Fundamentally, it is a tradition carried on by most mammals (yeah yeah, I know animals also eat their own poo). I'm not suggesting that we, as humans should follow examples set by animals, as that could get strange real fast. In addition to animals, many people groups around the world practice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;placentophagia. I&lt;/span&gt;n countries where modern medicine is not readily available, women have relied on the benefits of consuming their placenta to relieve mood imbalance, excessive bleeding, and anemia following birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Placentophagia&lt;/span&gt; is absolutely still considered a fringe practice here in the United States, yet is gaining more popularity as women are looking to more natural methods for relieving postpartum issues without jeopardizing breastfeeding or committing to invasive, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pharmaceutical&lt;/span&gt; treatments. Most often, women who participate in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;placentaphogia&lt;/span&gt; are simply looking to maximize their postpartum experience by boosting energy levels and warding off infirmities or depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it. Many are baffled that a woman would voluntarily eat her own placenta. To some this sounds more like a form of cruel and unusual punishment. Hoping that the placenta in its truest form will provide the greatest benefit, some women opt to "enjoy" a placenta smoothie, perhaps made with blueberries and orange juice. For those who can't stomach it raw, there is a modernized version of this tasty treat. Placenta encapsulation. The placenta is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dehydrated&lt;/span&gt; (similar to beef jerky), ground, and then put into capsule form to be taken easily and tastelessly by the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my birth with Grace Louise, I had my placenta encapsulated by some friends who were trying to get their feet wet in offering this service. After having such a positive experience myself, I decided to offer this service to other women in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures below tell the story of my first placenta encapsulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTh5m7TVkI/AAAAAAAABvI/xfI11Po-mTQ/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567823419154847298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTh5m7TVkI/AAAAAAAABvI/xfI11Po-mTQ/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11 hours after the birth, I picked up the placenta from the hospital. The mom simply signed a release form and kept the placenta in this cooler on ice until I got there. This was the first placenta request at The Regency in Winter Haven. This mom was a pioneer. I love that I was able to be a part of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTh1a1lQXI/AAAAAAAABvA/8LDsl4DNpgw/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567823347190153586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTh1a1lQXI/AAAAAAAABvA/8LDsl4DNpgw/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Biohazard". The organ that gave life to the baby for 9 months is now in a biohazard bag. A Publix bag would have been more appropriate. Nevertheless, here is the placenta safely packaged for the car ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to downplay the seriousness of safety when it comes to being exposed to someone else's blood. I wore gloves for every step of the process, used equipment bought specifically for this service, and disinfected before and after the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThvv-DnjI/AAAAAAAABu4/xfUwu3sdlIQ/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567823249783627314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThvv-DnjI/AAAAAAAABu4/xfUwu3sdlIQ/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hi Placenta! Welcome to my home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThnO-zRNI/AAAAAAAABuw/4UGS_hjVhQg/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567823103489426642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThnO-zRNI/AAAAAAAABuw/4UGS_hjVhQg/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the fetal side of the placenta- smooth and shiny with a healthy umbillical cord securely attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTheNJfGOI/AAAAAAAABuo/uDQEwsyE9tM/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822948378548450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTheNJfGOI/AAAAAAAABuo/uDQEwsyE9tM/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mini-anatomy lesson: The placenta, with its liberal amount of blood vessels, transports nourishment and oxygen through the umbillical cord to the fetus. It also produces hormones needed to sustain the pregnancy and serves as a transporter of waste. Weighs 1-2lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThY_tLF6I/AAAAAAAABug/SLrWD8JMaeY/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822858870790050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThY_tLF6I/AAAAAAAABug/SLrWD8JMaeY/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heart babies. I heart mamas. I heart birth. I heart placentas. I heart umbillical cords too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThTERVxOI/AAAAAAAABuY/h0s_w5pOGjE/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822757017011426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThTERVxOI/AAAAAAAABuY/h0s_w5pOGjE/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The side of the placenta that is attached to the uterus is where mother's blood circulates. Rough in appearance with some blood clots which were gently removed for encapsulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThNLG-qpI/AAAAAAAABuQ/UvX8BuJzF_w/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822655773387410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThNLG-qpI/AAAAAAAABuQ/UvX8BuJzF_w/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the membrane surrounding the placenta was removed, the placenta was rinsed and blended. Mother's who choose can have their placenta steamed before drying. The ancient chinese medicine method is to steam with lemon and ginger. There is no indication that either method is superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThG8BJuUI/AAAAAAAABuI/htb5pG3Qo9A/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822548643199298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUThG8BJuUI/AAAAAAAABuI/htb5pG3Qo9A/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Placenta smoothie minus the blueberries and orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTg-zT9uoI/AAAAAAAABuA/3JSQ9Klv_BQ/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822408867232386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTg-zT9uoI/AAAAAAAABuA/3JSQ9Klv_BQ/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The placenta is then spread evenly onto a fruit-leather sheet and dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTg5b25lRI/AAAAAAAABt4/m-c81Ac20Mw/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822316671964434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTg5b25lRI/AAAAAAAABt4/m-c81Ac20Mw/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The drying process took about 9 hours on the medium setting of this Nesco American Harvester Deyhdrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTgz_vJLJI/AAAAAAAABtw/POi5o2AynaU/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822223223893138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTgz_vJLJI/AAAAAAAABtw/POi5o2AynaU/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preparing for encapsulation usign the Cap-M-Quik machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTgqQTDKVI/AAAAAAAABto/waAuyPuULSk/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567822055870769490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTgqQTDKVI/AAAAAAAABto/waAuyPuULSk/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ended up turning the placenta over the last hour for more even drying. Once dried, the placenta was cut into smaller pieces and ground into a powder. (The only part of the process that smelled at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTglPQYywI/AAAAAAAABtg/EPaPxzmPfQ8/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567821969691822850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTglPQYywI/AAAAAAAABtg/EPaPxzmPfQ8/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The encapsulation machine is pretty basic, but still involves some meticulous hand labor. Each geletin capsule is broken apart, the bottoms inserted the holes. The bottom portion of the capsules are filled, tampered to make more room, and then filled again. The guard on the capsule machine is lowered, allowing the top portion of the capsule to be applied. This part of the process took 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTggXOAfqI/AAAAAAAABtY/QnqgxcTWNdk/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567821885929979554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTggXOAfqI/AAAAAAAABtY/QnqgxcTWNdk/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 195 "happy" placenta pills ready to be delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-938530184377136340?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/938530184377136340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=938530184377136340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/938530184377136340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/938530184377136340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/01/placenta-i-knew.html' title='A Pioneering Placenta'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TUTh5m7TVkI/AAAAAAAABvI/xfI11Po-mTQ/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1077698153323413947</id><published>2011-01-22T20:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:03:06.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And we shall have fish for supper!</title><content type='html'>I can only hope that these pictures captured a tiny bit of the awesomeness that was Grace Louise's first speck fishing night at Papa's dock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuLjmRBooI/AAAAAAAABtQ/XslHHyQkw0o/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565195208230019714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuLjmRBooI/AAAAAAAABtQ/XslHHyQkw0o/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuLeOqBxVI/AAAAAAAABtI/sCsZ4xAvlj8/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565195115993089362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuLeOqBxVI/AAAAAAAABtI/sCsZ4xAvlj8/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuLIRbee9I/AAAAAAAABtA/VxG9TYBwf8g/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565194738780240850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuLIRbee9I/AAAAAAAABtA/VxG9TYBwf8g/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuLAkPE0CI/AAAAAAAABs4/Kk4vCEZAwhM/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565194606389547042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuLAkPE0CI/AAAAAAAABs4/Kk4vCEZAwhM/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuK4rL3KZI/AAAAAAAABsw/6Lt4V-3ra7Y/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565194470816164242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuK4rL3KZI/AAAAAAAABsw/6Lt4V-3ra7Y/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuKXtqqKkI/AAAAAAAABso/AQUVn2FW6KA/s1600/First%2BFishing%2Bat%2BPapas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565193904546523714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTuKXtqqKkI/AAAAAAAABso/AQUVn2FW6KA/s400/First%2BFishing%2Bat%2BPapas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTTHPv0NFDI/AAAAAAAABsY/HRAvfkLWpgE/s200/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Grace Louise, don't make me count to three! One... two... two and a half... two and a quarter..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever hear that come out of my mouth, slap me, please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends of ours recommended a particular parenting book for Jimmy and I to read, and I couldn't be more intrigued by what was written in the pages. The book is called &lt;u&gt;Don't Make Me Count to Three&lt;/u&gt; written by Ginger Plowman. A &lt;strong&gt;must read&lt;/strong&gt; if you are aiming to parent your children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biblically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (I think the Bible would also be a good book to read in that case...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ginger presents scriptural truths on discipline and parenting, pointing out an important part of discipline that is often overlooked- encouragement to practice what is right. She speaks of reaching the heart of your child (not just the outward behavior), helping them to recognize sin, and ultimately pointing them to their need for Christ. She gives instruction and examples of Biblical reproof, offering a glimpse of how this works in her own family. The practical scenarios included in her writing make this book great for immediate application! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A parenting book isn't a parenting book without a discussion on "spankings". Ginger presents what the Word of God says about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disciplining&lt;/span&gt; with the rod and when that is appropriate. Great insight in those chapters!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the best part of the book is her Wise Words for Moms chart, which lists scriptural reproofs and encouragements relevant to several noted child behavior issues (complaining, stirring up strife, bragging, etc.) (The full version of the chart can be purchased separately on &lt;a href="http://www.gingerplowman.com/"&gt;her website&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would definitely not say that this book is full of common sense approaches. On the contrary, I have been challenged in using this method, as some of the ideas are not natural to implement. (And yes, Grace Louise is providing me with plenty of opportunities for correction at the tender age of 14 months!) I am still running over to the refrigerator (where I have Wise Words for Moms chart posted) and finding the recommended Biblical reproofs for her behavior. I have a feeling I will be referencing this chart for years... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-5024782595388521821?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/5024782595388521821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=5024782595388521821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5024782595388521821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/5024782595388521821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-review.html' title='A Book Review'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TTTHPv0NFDI/AAAAAAAABsY/HRAvfkLWpgE/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-3919601736131442944</id><published>2011-01-18T13:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:54:34.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiggling and Giggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8977db80c125c3dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8977db80c125c3dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331069746%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56A4BBFCD1F2895A976721246A2E76DB5287F06B.4E228A614DD595DDE900050D555B6549CF54F551%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8977db80c125c3dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwNr8tPd2_Jh3PfWO8AR-15q5kBU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8977db80c125c3dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331069746%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56A4BBFCD1F2895A976721246A2E76DB5287F06B.4E228A614DD595DDE900050D555B6549CF54F551%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8977db80c125c3dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwNr8tPd2_Jh3PfWO8AR-15q5kBU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning Grace Louise and I joined some friends at the Lake Wales Public Library for "Wiggles and Giggles"- a time of story reading, dancing, and singing for toddlers.  It was so interesting to watch Grace Louise interact with the other kids... she didn't even want to sit with me!  She sat by herself on one of the steps... must have been feeling independent today!  I snapped this cute video of her participating in one of the songs.  She must be a teacher at heart, like her mother... (notice, she's up front with the teacher helping lead).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm only bummed that I didn't know about this sooner!  What a great opportunity for teaching your little ones, and also to gather with like-minded moms.  The Wiggles and Giggles toddler class is at 11:00 on Tuesdays at the LW Public Library.  Other children's programs can be found on their &lt;a href="http://www.cityoflakewales.com/library/youth.shtml"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.  I also just learned of another fun activity for toddlers at the First Presbyterian Church in Lake Wales.  Musikgarten, a music appreciation and literacy class for kids, complete with instruments and singing, is led by Donna Geils in the Children's Chapel Wednesdays from 5:15-6:00.  We may try that tomorrow evening!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm loving this learning stage as much as I thought I would!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-3919601736131442944?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/3919601736131442944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=3919601736131442944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3919601736131442944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3919601736131442944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/01/wiggling-and-giggling.html' title='Wiggling and Giggling'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-3517203260027373175</id><published>2011-01-13T12:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:44:17.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Deer, Daddy Deer, Baby Dear</title><content type='html'>Hunting together is something Jimmy and I have enjoyed even before we were married. Growing up with three older brothers I experienced my share of shooting guns and animal harvesting, but never experienced the true &lt;em&gt;hunt&lt;/em&gt; until Jimmy. (Not implying here that I "hunted" Jimmy. Actually he hunted me, but that's another post altogether...). Through the years I've learned &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to hunt and dress an animal, the importance of regulation hunting in wildlife conservation efforts, and that no matter what, my husband will always make the biggest and "badest" kill, no matter what we're hunting (as you will soon see in the pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3x4bynMUI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Dl_qM-6i2Kw/s1600/DSCN2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561367066707439938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3x4bynMUI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Dl_qM-6i2Kw/s320/DSCN2687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Florida, does (doe a deer a female deer) are only allowed to be taken by rifle one week out of the year. This allows for families like ours to stock up our freezer with good quality, lean meat. Doe harvesting also plays a key role in managing deer herds. I'm glad I could help out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3xxXx5HnI/AAAAAAAABsI/5I8_cXeSTBw/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561366945371594354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3xxXx5HnI/AAAAAAAABsI/5I8_cXeSTBw/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jimmy took this nice 8 point buck about a week after I shot the doe. Again, he always ends up with the biggest and the badest! In all seriousness, though, he deserves it! He puts in the time required to stalk a buck like this, does his research, and lets many younger bucks walk in the name of quality deer herd management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3xqZyzZLI/AAAAAAAABsA/2G1S9vHhTVE/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561366825653200050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3xqZyzZLI/AAAAAAAABsA/2G1S9vHhTVE/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3xkZZYOBI/AAAAAAAABr4/_ukSBUCbF94/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561366722467346450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3xkZZYOBI/AAAAAAAABr4/_ukSBUCbF94/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't resist these pictures of our "baby dear" playing with empty shotgun shells! Organizing, stacking, or counting, she finds these little red treasures more fun than any playschool toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-3517203260027373175?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/3517203260027373175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=3517203260027373175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3517203260027373175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/3517203260027373175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/01/mama-deer-daddy-deer-baby-dear.html' title='Mama Deer, Daddy Deer, Baby Dear'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3x4bynMUI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Dl_qM-6i2Kw/s72-c/DSCN2687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-4247506965227759901</id><published>2011-01-03T22:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:15:10.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a village...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3tsCrW17I/AAAAAAAABrw/OuOxn70Yfng/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561362455761180594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3tsCrW17I/AAAAAAAABrw/OuOxn70Yfng/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be surprised if you run into me and Grace Louise at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; on any given Monday. You see, Monday is grocery day and we are loyal Hwy 60 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; shoppers. Since Grace Louise was small enough to sleep inconspicuously in the moss green M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oby&lt;/span&gt; wrap, we have been treading the aisles of our neighborhood grocery...together. We go for our groceries, sure, but we get way more than we bargain for in relationships, community, and learning opportunities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's take the produce man, for example. Every Monday Mr. Produce Man gets Grace Louise a balloon (and includes a little plastic weight, even though he's not supposed to...). He tries to get a smile out of her for payment, but she plays coy. We're learning please and thank you, colors, and the properties of helium. We talk about what Mr. Produce Man is stocking on the shelves. Strawberries, squash, lettuce... this week it was organic juicing carrots. Fun times in the produce department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we move on... let's back up to the deli. You guessed it, Mr. Deli Man. (I'm not kidding. This is what we call these people... out loud. And they don't mind.) Mr. Deli Man compliments Grace Louise on her outfits and one time genuinely complemented &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; on having a well-dressed child. He said it was "refreshing" to see a mother take pride in her children's attire. So glad I could refresh his day with my darling child and her cute clothes. They play peek-a-boo behind the meat counter and practice waving hello and goodbye. He always gives her extra meat for snacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Deli Man, in all his niceness and deli meat generosity, is not alone. Yes, there is the Deli Lady. She loves Grace Louise. Really loves her. And takes time to come out from behind the counter to interact with Grace Louise. I overheard her today telling another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; employee that she has watched my little girl grow up. That really touched me... and inspired this post. (So if you don't like it, blame her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Seafood Lady is just precious, but we haven't been seeing much of her lately... too broke for fresh seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to discriminate at the check out lanes. But I admit, I do have my favorites. Two of the ladies are wonderful. One comments on Grace Louise's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hairbows&lt;/span&gt; every time. She says she's never seen the same one on her twice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... Grace Louise is a huge fan of the debit card machines in the checkout lanes. She likes to help me push the buttons, so we prefer cashiers who are tolerant of such learning opportunities :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are only the people who work there! We run into many of the same customers each Monday, like the lady today who nicknamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt;, "Little Diva" and asked if she could try on her pink cowgirl boots! I don't think they would have fit... We're always running into someone from the community and its a delight get to know or just catch up with these folks... even if our grocery shopping does take half the day (yikes!). &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/1031078177037796740-4247506965227759901?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/4247506965227759901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=4247506965227759901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4247506965227759901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/4247506965227759901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-takes-village.html' title='It takes a village...'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TS3tsCrW17I/AAAAAAAABrw/OuOxn70Yfng/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1306991387795601023</id><published>2010-12-28T12:25:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:10:17.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jesus!</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season was a little more exciting than usual this year for our family, and I have a feeling it will continue to grow in joy, traditions, and memories in the coming years.  It's amazing to think that Grace Louise was a babe just a year ago, wearing her 0-3 month Christmas jumper and getting passed from one set of arms to another.  This year she was raiding the Christmas tree ornaments (or "apples" as she calls them), carrying around baby Jesus from the manger scene, and opening her own gifts with little help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy and I have delighted in being able to come up with our own family traditions during the Holidays, one of which is reading the story of Christ's birth from the Bible on Christmas morning.  (This year it was so cold in the house, we opted to read it snuggled up in the bed).  Like most other families, we also have a nativity scene and a Christmas tree.  In an effort to keep our family's focus on Christ and celebrating His birth, this year we switched all of our ornaments to nativity or otherwise Christ-centered images/words/scriptures.  In a world where our children are bombarded with secular influence, even during Christmas time, this is a way we can further remind Grace Louise of the True reason for celebrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday Baking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRokV2ehMKI/AAAAAAAABro/u5IUHpKBrQk/s1600/Christmas%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555793048134299810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRokV2ehMKI/AAAAAAAABro/u5IUHpKBrQk/s400/Christmas%2B2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baking during the Holiday season is something I have done with  my mother since before I can remember.  I love this tradition and just know that Grace Louise and I will also have many great memories in the kitchen, singing Christmas songs, and baking together.  This year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Triston&lt;/span&gt; and McKenzie joined us in making iced sugar cookies.  By &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;, I mean &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.  Jimmy was probably in woods somewhere far away from flour and sugar.  Grace Louise was more of a spectator, but wanted so badly to be a taste-tester instead.  She was perched up on her chair trying to hang with the big kids.  So cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She ended up settling for an apple that night.  Poor deprived thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRokNBDiAQI/AAAAAAAABrg/TEqHKnvv5wM/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792896355074306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRokNBDiAQI/AAAAAAAABrg/TEqHKnvv5wM/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Louise opened her first Christmas gift ever on Christmas Eve.  A new pair of black and red plaid pants with a matching hat from her Bebe.  She wore them to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DuBose&lt;/span&gt; Christmas at Aunt Cat's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRokEgsXX1I/AAAAAAAABrY/d6OArgwyiLU/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792750229020498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRokEgsXX1I/AAAAAAAABrY/d6OArgwyiLU/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRojz9p990I/AAAAAAAABrI/XKKODQ9nMpc/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792465945818946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRojz9p990I/AAAAAAAABrI/XKKODQ9nMpc/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRojgQ3mbOI/AAAAAAAABrA/h7IRsBOfZCA/s1600/Christmas%2B20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555792127505886434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRojgQ3mbOI/AAAAAAAABrA/h7IRsBOfZCA/s400/Christmas%2B20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Low and behold when we got there, cousin Fred had the same hat!  Now that's just weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Day and The Big Red Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRojH4p6FjI/AAAAAAAABq4/2ZJKHEVGVTE/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555791708689143346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRojH4p6FjI/AAAAAAAABq4/2ZJKHEVGVTE/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Okay.  I've got the top of it open.  Now if I just pull this paper down I'll be one step closer to finding the prize!..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoi_i29__I/AAAAAAAABqw/V0if0isAtLc/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555791565399392242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoi_i29__I/AAAAAAAABqw/V0if0isAtLc/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LaLa&lt;/span&gt; bought Grace Louise none other than a Cozy Coupe for Christmas.  Whew!  Now she can stop driving mine.  They brought it over to the house Christmas morning and pushed Grace Louise all over the yard.  She loves her car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoi2Qsj6tI/AAAAAAAABqo/nAuzZuf0kyk/s1600/Christmas%2B20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555791405905078994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoi2Qsj6tI/AAAAAAAABqo/nAuzZuf0kyk/s400/Christmas%2B20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoiqVJy7cI/AAAAAAAABqg/7DgkOayho4k/s1600/Christmas%2B20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555791200943009218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoiqVJy7cI/AAAAAAAABqg/7DgkOayho4k/s400/Christmas%2B20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoe0qfgZDI/AAAAAAAABqY/dQ1d2Uus3LY/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555786980423394354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoe0qfgZDI/AAAAAAAABqY/dQ1d2Uus3LY/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hursts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoesK5xsmI/AAAAAAAABqQ/lRRpggt9qCs/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555786834504692322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoesK5xsmI/AAAAAAAABqQ/lRRpggt9qCs/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As if one mode of transportation wasn't enough for this woman (she is her mother's child), Grace Louise also got a tricycle from her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BeBe&lt;/span&gt; and Pops.  She's in heaven with all this driving.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoejN__duI/AAAAAAAABqI/xnt6vy2Z6R0/s1600/Christmas%2B20105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555786680717244130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoejN__duI/AAAAAAAABqI/xnt6vy2Z6R0/s400/Christmas%2B20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoeZgbDLuI/AAAAAAAABqA/uMcibDn9tMA/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555786513863880418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoeZgbDLuI/AAAAAAAABqA/uMcibDn9tMA/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jimmy and I sporting our new Costa sunglasses.  Oh yes, and those are waders, not breast-high leather boots.  Now I can go duck hunting with my hubby!  Yippee! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoeS9yGK2I/AAAAAAAABp4/S5Wsvld4Nxc/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555786401486089058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoeS9yGK2I/AAAAAAAABp4/S5Wsvld4Nxc/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoeNK71ENI/AAAAAAAABpw/pYKXl3ckrzc/s1600/DSC_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555786301937357010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoeNK71ENI/AAAAAAAABpw/pYKXl3ckrzc/s320/DSC_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoeHAjkMYI/AAAAAAAABpo/nDk28FSpffU/s1600/DSC_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555786196072018306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoeHAjkMYI/AAAAAAAABpo/nDk28FSpffU/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas Evening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We traditionally, have a prime rib dinner with my family on Christmas evening.  Oh, it's a glorious time of beef-eating!  My mother does an amazing job with the meal; it truly is a gift to all of us.  We drew names for gift-giving this year and enjoyed the element of surprise in revealing who we bought especially for.  A fun, new tradition.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRod6fdwYJI/AAAAAAAABpg/-EhkaCajGXQ/s1600/Christmas%2B20106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555785981030850706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRod6fdwYJI/AAAAAAAABpg/-EhkaCajGXQ/s400/Christmas%2B20106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoduJHfZsI/AAAAAAAABpY/o-qhN6z1pgs/s1600/DSC_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555785768873453250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRoduJHfZsI/AAAAAAAABpY/o-qhN6z1pgs/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A much needed rest in her new rocking chair after a long Christmas Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-1306991387795601023?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/1306991387795601023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=1306991387795601023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1306991387795601023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1306991387795601023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-jesus.html' title='Happy Birthday Jesus!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRokV2ehMKI/AAAAAAAABro/u5IUHpKBrQk/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1329690364423659717</id><published>2010-12-24T11:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:51:13.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we celebrating anyway?</title><content type='html'>I've been blessed with a very quiet and warm Christmas Eve at home with nothing that &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be done. Grace Louise is napping and Jimmy is headed in from the woods; I've been given the gift of solitude for the next hour. My heart has been hungry for God this week so I have stayed up the past four nights later than everyone else, spending time with Him, honestly, afraid of waking up the day after Christmas realizing that I had not spent precious moments alone with sweet Jesus. I earnestly do not want this season to pass without meditating on the Reason we celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love this time of year. I love everything about it. The time with family, giving to others, traditions, the story of &lt;em&gt;the real&lt;/em&gt; Saint Nicholas, Christmas music, breaking bread (and meat and potatoes and sweet goodies) with others, the beauty that the decorated tree brings to my home... And all these things, as wonderful as they are, pale in comparison to the True Reason for this joyous season. Unfortunately, it is easy for all of us to get caught up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peripherals&lt;/span&gt;, and lack focus on the fact that we are celebrating the birth of our King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nativity Story isn't just a nice story or a historical account of an important birth. It is a story that would radically change lives forever. Before the night in Bethlehem, generations upon generations of Jews had been waiting for the promised King and Messiah, though they had not the picture of Jesus in their minds, (born in a manger, a servant to all, meek and lowly). Little did they know, that this coming King would step down from His throne to walk with them on earth, or that in His plan of redemption, He, the greatest, would become the least. How many kings would do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the story is that He did that for you and me- and all who'd believe. If you are reading this, I personally encourage you to take a few moments in the hustle and bustle of Christmas time to listen to the words of this first playlist song and meditate on what Christ did for you. And in this season of gift-giving, to marvel at the gift that Yeshua is to all mankind- our King and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-1329690364423659717?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/1329690364423659717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=1329690364423659717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1329690364423659717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1329690364423659717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-did-that-for-me.html' title='What are we celebrating anyway?'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7348238736814914546</id><published>2010-12-21T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:13:03.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with the Nikon... She's such a good sport!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFskmelxCI/AAAAAAAABpM/_klzab0AzzE/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553339191584474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFskmelxCI/AAAAAAAABpM/_klzab0AzzE/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFseQKEKtI/AAAAAAAABpE/CDRdT0TVU7o/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553339082513590994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFseQKEKtI/AAAAAAAABpE/CDRdT0TVU7o/s400/DSC_0038.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/1031078177037796740-7348238736814914546?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/7348238736814914546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=7348238736814914546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7348238736814914546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/7348238736814914546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/12/playing-with-nikon-shes-such-good-sport.html' title='Playing with the Nikon... She&apos;s such a good sport!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFskmelxCI/AAAAAAAABpM/_klzab0AzzE/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-2308065483244743029</id><published>2010-12-21T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:10:39.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wonderful Christmas Times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Play time after church in the cool winter weather.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFrOog4KFI/AAAAAAAABo8/8twQE2iqpkc/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553337714662189138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFrOog4KFI/AAAAAAAABo8/8twQE2iqpkc/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFrIaQDYAI/AAAAAAAABo0/527mauhHna0/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553337607754309634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFrIaQDYAI/AAAAAAAABo0/527mauhHna0/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFrBegj3tI/AAAAAAAABos/2iR0lpni-WA/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553337488638205650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFrBegj3tI/AAAAAAAABos/2iR0lpni-WA/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFq2zzVByI/AAAAAAAABok/-z4rqiQ4_Dk/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553337305375508258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFq2zzVByI/AAAAAAAABok/-z4rqiQ4_Dk/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFqvYhAm-I/AAAAAAAABoc/HAiRKuTbEN0/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553337177791831010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFqvYhAm-I/AAAAAAAABoc/HAiRKuTbEN0/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkey see. Monkey Do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First tree-climbing experience.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; did the hard part.  She just enjoyed the view.  &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/1031078177037796740-2308065483244743029?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/2308065483244743029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=2308065483244743029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2308065483244743029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2308065483244743029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-wonderful-christmas-times.html' title='More Wonderful Christmas Times...'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TRFrOog4KFI/AAAAAAAABo8/8twQE2iqpkc/s72-c/DSC_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-2540919215775301828</id><published>2010-12-15T15:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:27:51.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>I actually considered getting a babysitter for the night of the Lake Wales Christmas Parade... What was I thinking?! Grace Louise LOVED it and had an absolute blast! It was an amazing experience for me too, watching my baby girl sit on the bench with her friend waving and clapping for the passing floats. I had a few sentimental moments and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;mom taking a bazillion pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDhqcleFI/AAAAAAAABoU/IrdbIuGVqkg/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551886686249908306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDhqcleFI/AAAAAAAABoU/IrdbIuGVqkg/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bundled up for the very chilly weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDcgI1vuI/AAAAAAAABoM/fcN0u6kNGno/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551886597583388386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDcgI1vuI/AAAAAAAABoM/fcN0u6kNGno/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDWbXOeRI/AAAAAAAABoE/eVccV0vpQ5I/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551886493222336786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDWbXOeRI/AAAAAAAABoE/eVccV0vpQ5I/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First taste of peppermint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;candy cane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDQMcP2hI/AAAAAAAABn8/XiUHytd5KAI/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551886386137651730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDQMcP2hI/AAAAAAAABn8/XiUHytd5KAI/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My heart is melting behind the camera in this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQknzXK5PCI/AAAAAAAABn0/fIssvp5j65Y/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551011779057368098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQknzXK5PCI/AAAAAAAABn0/fIssvp5j65Y/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay. Only in Polk County. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Surely I don't have to explain the irony in this picture...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQknqvzhSzI/AAAAAAAABns/wH8sbiPjV64/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551011631051393842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQknqvzhSzI/AAAAAAAABns/wH8sbiPjV64/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQkniO7yiLI/AAAAAAAABnk/sz5uy8XJ-u8/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551011484788754610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQkniO7yiLI/AAAAAAAABnk/sz5uy8XJ-u8/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warming up after the parade in &lt;a href="http://www.theoasis-spa.com/"&gt;The Oasis Spa&lt;/a&gt; with our friends from &lt;a href="http://www.crossridgechurch.com/"&gt;CrossRidge Church&lt;/a&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-2540919215775301828?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/2540919215775301828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=2540919215775301828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2540919215775301828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2540919215775301828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderful-christmas-time.html' title='A Wonderful Christmas Time'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQxDhqcleFI/AAAAAAAABoU/IrdbIuGVqkg/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-7926011068282723525</id><published>2010-12-14T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:06:31.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PeePee in the Potty!</title><content type='html'>Grace Louise showed an interest in hanging out on the ever-so-cool seat that is the frog potty at my friend Missy's house a few weeks back.  I bought Grace Louise her very own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; potty last week and we had our first successful pee pees today... yes, I said pee pees... two in one day!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for early potty training!  Her interest in the potty is, I'm assuming, a God-given one, as I honestly, have never talked about the potty or even thought about early training (until now... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;muhaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;!!!!).  She just loves to sit on this darn seat so we tried it out naked today with great success! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was changing her diaper and decided that while she was bare, we might as well.  I took her in the bathroom with me, sat on the big girl toilet, put her on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;froggy&lt;/span&gt; potty next to me, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!  We followed up with much clapping, cheering, and "Grace Louise goes pee pee on the potty" song singing!  Mom was watching her for us this evening and she did the same thing.  I'm thinking we'll be going to the potty together more frequently now!  Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQguSUL4EvI/AAAAAAAABnc/JgTW_JwUw3w/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550737432925180658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQguSUL4EvI/AAAAAAAABnc/JgTW_JwUw3w/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how excited this little booger is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQguMGN9-5I/AAAAAAAABnU/0MUhOK2QKHw/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550737326096645010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQguMGN9-5I/AAAAAAAABnU/0MUhOK2QKHw/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little side saddle potty 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The boys and I threw mom a "surprise" 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday bash, complete with great friends and family, yummy food, a bonfire, and fireworks! We managed to keep the party a secret until just two days before, but mom still had no idea who was coming or just what we had in store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with our family, her closest friends and coworkers joined us to celebrate. Mom was surprised again and again as the guests continued to arrive. Jimmy was the head chef and prepared a delicious low country shrimp boil; fresh oysters were also on the menu! Old family pictures of mom adorned the tables and guests took the time to share some of their most fond (and funny) memories of mom. We toasted, we visited, we celebrated, we enjoyed. And yes, mom had her own personal fireworks display, conveniently timed at the end of the "Happy Birthday" song (thanks to Melanie and Larry)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQERRnJdctI/AAAAAAAABnM/l6bOV7RLId8/s1600/Mom%2527s%2B50th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548735210161271506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQERRnJdctI/AAAAAAAABnM/l6bOV7RLId8/s400/Mom%2527s%2B50th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQERLMl2ULI/AAAAAAAABnE/_QOAgYwHIo4/s1600/Mom%2527s%2B50th1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548735099953369266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQERLMl2ULI/AAAAAAAABnE/_QOAgYwHIo4/s400/Mom%2527s%2B50th1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's no one around &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mashonda,&lt;/span&gt; but she's smiling awfully big... must be the good food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And look at Tony boy slurping down a yummy oyster! (a true DeVane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQERAj3dHPI/AAAAAAAABm8/a7OLBHK2mHM/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548734917222669554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQERAj3dHPI/AAAAAAAABm8/a7OLBHK2mHM/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; and her little party animal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQ4s70OOI/AAAAAAAABm0/l80wLR4UHYo/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548734782217926882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQ4s70OOI/AAAAAAAABm0/l80wLR4UHYo/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQzB_Z7YI/AAAAAAAABms/WlUQRHnx0Qs/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548734684790910338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQzB_Z7YI/AAAAAAAABms/WlUQRHnx0Qs/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQszpO_7I/AAAAAAAABmk/az_QfCEFXjU/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548734577860607922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQszpO_7I/AAAAAAAABmk/az_QfCEFXjU/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQlyteRyI/AAAAAAAABmc/HepCnzO7bdg/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548734457350866722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQlyteRyI/AAAAAAAABmc/HepCnzO7bdg/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom's favorite pig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pickin&lt;/span&gt;' cake! It wasn't very pretty, but man was it good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQfKHXv4I/AAAAAAAABmU/YELld4HrinI/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548734343374421890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQfKHXv4I/AAAAAAAABmU/YELld4HrinI/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By far the most precious moment of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom opening her framed picture of the boys and me. According to her, it was "all she ever wanted". She cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQYcn3RNI/AAAAAAAABmM/PAHafR1wf_I/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548734228083459282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQEQYcn3RNI/AAAAAAAABmM/PAHafR1wf_I/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have a mother as loving and generous as ours. We wanted to celebrate her in a big way this year, and I hope we got our point across!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-8812849159386802679?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/8812849159386802679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=8812849159386802679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8812849159386802679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/8812849159386802679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheers-to-another-50-years.html' title='Cheers to another 50 years!'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TQERRnJdctI/AAAAAAAABnM/l6bOV7RLId8/s72-c/Mom%2527s%2B50th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1296444265144853355</id><published>2010-12-02T10:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:12:47.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, Doctor, give me the news...</title><content type='html'>Grace Louise went for her one year check-up this week with the pediatrician.  No vaccines yet, as we using an alternative vaccination schedule, so it was just the basics.  A little bit of measuring, feeling, and listening, and then answering a million questions about everything she can do.  23 lbs and 30.5 inches long.  She got her first sticker (Micky Mouse) which for some reason, really hit me.  My baby is old enough to think stickers are pretty neat?!?!  The doc warned us that her language would be exploding here very soon, but we're already seeing that, as her vocab is over 50 words now.  Yes, I counted... and I'm a proud mama.  (She could be saying 4-5 words and I would still be so proud.  That's how we mamas are).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-1296444265144853355?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/1296444265144853355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=1296444265144853355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1296444265144853355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1296444265144853355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/12/doctor-doctor-give-me-news.html' title='Doctor, Doctor, give me the news...'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-1499569415279669537</id><published>2010-11-28T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:35:20.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>"Raindrops on roses. Whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day Grace Louise is old enough to watch and love The Sound of Music will be a glorious one! But that is a post for another day... For now, here are a few of &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHHCerAYcI/AAAAAAAABlc/V731gqkve6c/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544431461676900802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHHCerAYcI/AAAAAAAABlc/V731gqkve6c/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, well, I didn't intend for this to be the first picture of the post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, this face is one of her favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(She is "shocked" at so many things in this world!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHG8JyZT6I/AAAAAAAABlU/APbWXhDcH7E/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544431352991535010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHG8JyZT6I/AAAAAAAABlU/APbWXhDcH7E/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ducks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Real ducks, fake ducks, singing about ducks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rubber&lt;/span&gt; duckies, ducks in books, birds that look like ducks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGydQ--oI/AAAAAAAABlM/GqCaKIUkHBc/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544431186421414530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGydQ--oI/AAAAAAAABlM/GqCaKIUkHBc/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGr9bVyCI/AAAAAAAABlE/9juXm_iPLrY/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544431074795702306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGr9bVyCI/AAAAAAAABlE/9juXm_iPLrY/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGmY9gaUI/AAAAAAAABk8/eQ8UMD9ISXs/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544430979107547458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGmY9gaUI/AAAAAAAABk8/eQ8UMD9ISXs/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swinging! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This should have been the first one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGfZk0qhI/AAAAAAAABk0/bnc8VbeKclo/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544430859013368338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGfZk0qhI/AAAAAAAABk0/bnc8VbeKclo/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her pillow pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGCvIiYeI/AAAAAAAABks/gQgpOeqCY7o/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544430366584103394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHGCvIiYeI/AAAAAAAABks/gQgpOeqCY7o/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peek-a-Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A close second to swinging!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHF6jnVy-I/AAAAAAAABkk/ibyqxEUi5vA/s1600/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544430226053123042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHF6jnVy-I/AAAAAAAABkk/ibyqxEUi5vA/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Babies. And being a little mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(She's diapering her baby doll in this pic with one of her own cloth diapers. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; is that?!) &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/1031078177037796740-1499569415279669537?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/1499569415279669537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=1499569415279669537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1499569415279669537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/1499569415279669537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHHCerAYcI/AAAAAAAABlc/V731gqkve6c/s72-c/DSC_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-2986966790094288112</id><published>2010-11-27T22:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:17:45.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJdG7efLI/AAAAAAAABmE/0nfMHPO4FN8/s1600/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544434118183255218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJdG7efLI/AAAAAAAABmE/0nfMHPO4FN8/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJXxavAXI/AAAAAAAABl8/WX08RDmEwoU/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544434026509435250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJXxavAXI/AAAAAAAABl8/WX08RDmEwoU/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJRWgizwI/AAAAAAAABl0/50HdgnASQ-c/s1600/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544433916206829314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJRWgizwI/AAAAAAAABl0/50HdgnASQ-c/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJGxYKgtI/AAAAAAAABls/12zgkX9V2go/s1600/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544433734440878802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJGxYKgtI/AAAAAAAABls/12zgkX9V2go/s400/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHI9j3p1TI/AAAAAAAABlk/I4072KgGo3Y/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544433576196035890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHI9j3p1TI/AAAAAAAABlk/I4072KgGo3Y/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1031078177037796740-2986966790094288112?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/2986966790094288112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=2986966790094288112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2986966790094288112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2986966790094288112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-heart-baby.html' title='I heart baby'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHJdG7efLI/AAAAAAAABmE/0nfMHPO4FN8/s72-c/DSC_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-2286094744074667910</id><published>2010-11-27T21:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:48:06.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>A few pics from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdates&lt;/span&gt; over the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHBA2Ay3dI/AAAAAAAABkU/2wzxKa-TDBw/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544424836512800210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHBA2Ay3dI/AAAAAAAABkU/2wzxKa-TDBw/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joanna Fisher checking out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHAswLLPVI/AAAAAAAABkM/VkKTjCrFqc4/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544424491348344146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHAswLLPVI/AAAAAAAABkM/VkKTjCrFqc4/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson and Grace Louise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sittin'&lt;/span&gt; in a tree.  K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Cut that out you two! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHAkSQ0W8I/AAAAAAAABkE/oL9GdQUUHO8/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544424345879993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHAkSQ0W8I/AAAAAAAABkE/oL9GdQUUHO8/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that's what Car Car thinks about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHATvSBJoI/AAAAAAAABj8/xXc2bvgk_io/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544424061611878018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHATvSBJoI/AAAAAAAABj8/xXc2bvgk_io/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Buckwheats&lt;/span&gt;, and the babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.barnantiques.biz/?section=history"&gt;The Barn&lt;/a&gt; in Lake Alfred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHAMmcQMEI/AAAAAAAABj0/Pp9_ClPQpwA/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544423938979803202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHAMmcQMEI/AAAAAAAABj0/Pp9_ClPQpwA/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  What shall I order," says Grace Louise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oops.  The menu is upside down!  Silly me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Notice Allison is content with having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pinky&lt;/span&gt; for lunch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHAEn1J3bI/AAAAAAAABjs/UUPxzn8L_k4/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544423801913728434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHAEn1J3bI/AAAAAAAABjs/UUPxzn8L_k4/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another baby with beautiful blue eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPG_9J-a4dI/AAAAAAAABjk/DV5KpUadOCA/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544423673640444370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPG_9J-a4dI/AAAAAAAABjk/DV5KpUadOCA/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GL&lt;/span&gt; showing off her mad fork skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1031078177037796740-2286094744074667910?l=emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/feeds/2286094744074667910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1031078177037796740&amp;postID=2286094744074667910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2286094744074667910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1031078177037796740/posts/default/2286094744074667910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-jimmy-hurst.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>The Hursts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204539827615084032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/SOkmSSoJAsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xb-cF1DAASc/S220/IMG_1840.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TPHBA2Ay3dI/AAAAAAAABkU/2wzxKa-TDBw/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1031078177037796740.post-4698568376919228202</id><published>2010-11-26T12:39:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:54:12.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankgiving Pics</title><content type='html'>Here I am, Johnnie on the Spot, already posting Thanksgiving pics from yesterday! We had a full day of enjoying friends and family on the lake and then again at my mom's. Our annual Hurst Family Picture below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TO_yOSxzCCI/AAAAAAAABjc/uNEWubw7cDM/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543915993689163810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TO_yOSxzCCI/AAAAAAAABjc/uNEWubw7cDM/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TO_x9Yw_UFI/AAAAAAAABjU/zsZqCPKTYf0/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543915703238611026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TO_x9Yw_UFI/AAAAAAAABjU/zsZqCPKTYf0/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TO_x1n33gDI/AAAAAAAABjM/rGhMqF5x4vg/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543915569855037490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TO_x1n33gDI/AAAAAAAABjM/rGhMqF5x4vg/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sug&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sug&lt;/span&gt; from Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Linds&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TO_xv4Y37EI/AAAAAAAABjE/Ea6Ih8tj0xY/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543915471209229378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN11YFAmu9o/TO_xv4Y37EI/AAAAAAAABjE/Ea6Ih8tj0xY/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a man in love with his granddaughter will do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the baby always steals the show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The newest addition to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DuBose&lt;/span&gt;/Wise/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hoffmaster&lt;/span&gt; clan, sweet baby Hayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blo
