<?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-27869977</id><updated>2012-02-03T08:21:38.738-08:00</updated><category term='reflection'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='funny stories'/><category term='songs'/><category term='news'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='socks'/><category term='6th anniversary'/><category term='song'/><category term='community'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='enchanted rock'/><category term='karl rove'/><category term='home'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='summer'/><category term='memories'/><category term='favorite things'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='girls'/><category term='this week'/><category term='presents'/><category term='family'/><category term='reagan'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='jackson'/><category term='bed'/><category term='2008'/><category term='update'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><category term='pics'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='friday'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='the macs'/><category term='calla'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/S2Io4aCnqMI/AAAAAAAAA5w/O2koBjwDUYA/s400/4-up+on+2010-01-28+at+17.55+%239.jpg'/><category term='gruene'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='bible'/><category term='Wimberley'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='austin'/><category term='starfield'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='beth moore'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='party'/><category term='madison'/><category term='growth'/><category term='river city community church'/><category term='fall'/><category term='blow dryer'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='houston'/><category term='jason'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='astros'/><category term='running'/><category term='john mayer'/><category term='baby'/><category term='couch to 5k'/><category term='new years'/><category term='house'/><category term='god'/><category term='small group'/><category term='sick'/><category term='powerhouse studios'/><category term='day to day'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/S0yhttp://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/S0y0SlvT6fI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/jGpXDGZ_P6w/s1600-h/Mac+Pics+2+.jpg0O2UJBJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Jk-umibBoy0/s1600-h/Mac+Photos+2010+.jpg'/><category term='love'/><category term='natalie'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>The Powers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>443</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8056223334217297879</id><published>2012-02-02T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:26:28.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison Joy is 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6PRtt9z2WY/Tytg94p1HhI/AAAAAAAABpg/oyqjviztYgw/s1600/170794_10150091014992020_533402019_5989575_2111070_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6PRtt9z2WY/Tytg94p1HhI/AAAAAAAABpg/oyqjviztYgw/s400/170794_10150091014992020_533402019_5989575_2111070_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a tough post for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is 1. &amp;nbsp; When we thought about having another baby, &amp;nbsp;we were both scared of what that would look like. We liked our family of four, but I really felt like we weren't complete. At the same time, though, I was scared about what a new person would do to our little family. Of course, the lack of sleep is a little intimidating and then, of course, throwing up for 5 months is not my idea of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, never-the-less, I got pregnant and when we found out we were having another little girl we were both (once again) scared out of our minds. &amp;nbsp;Little Miss Reagan was the "girl of ALL girls" in our mind. Ha! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We got over that pretty quickly and began to pray and get excited about meeting her. We went BACK and FORTH a million times on her name. Kennedy. Madison. Madeline. &amp;nbsp;I even had contests on face book about it. &amp;nbsp;I went crazy over her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew one thing. I was supposed to have her middle name be "Joy". I was certain about that. So, when I went into labor at 11:00pm and ended up having to have an emergency c-section because she was breech, I told Jason that he could pretty much give up on picking the name because I was having my way no matter what. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I played that card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Madison Joy joined us at 6:38am on February 2nd. She was beautiful. I immediately forgot about the horror of my surgery (another story for another time) and was filled with joy. &amp;nbsp;Unspeakable joy. &amp;nbsp;I thought that by the third child I wouldn't be so stunned when I saw her, but all I wanted to do was just hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbirJPluGVw/Tytg-8rxIhI/AAAAAAAABpw/Q1PVeLMdVnU/s1600/171483_10150091015277020_533402019_5989581_2470566_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbirJPluGVw/Tytg-8rxIhI/AAAAAAAABpw/Q1PVeLMdVnU/s400/171483_10150091015277020_533402019_5989581_2470566_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year. A great year with Madi. She was the easiest, most content, joyful baby. She slept good from the start. I got to breastfeed her and didn't get to do that with my others really. I was so grateful for that time of bonding. &amp;nbsp;Madi was our earliest walker. She loves any kind of food, really. She is in love with her daddy and besides saying his name all the time, the only other word she says is "daisy". &amp;nbsp;I guess that could be daddy too. ;-) &amp;nbsp;She loves her family. Literally lights up when her brother and sister come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYHEdXiDm-I/Tytg-RFTzaI/AAAAAAAABpo/RJJp3F7bDjQ/s1600/171314_10150091015337020_1614963_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYHEdXiDm-I/Tytg-RFTzaI/AAAAAAAABpo/RJJp3F7bDjQ/s400/171314_10150091015337020_1614963_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not be more thankful for Madison. Madi. Madi Joy. Also, Biscuit (as her father so affectionally calls her). &amp;nbsp;We are so blessed. So grateful that God choose us to be her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CB74UCOYjbk/Tytg_hH_QzI/AAAAAAAABqA/TN6xi4ewyF0/s1600/405535_10150471922217701_635487700_8757362_975686003_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CB74UCOYjbk/Tytg_hH_QzI/AAAAAAAABqA/TN6xi4ewyF0/s400/405535_10150471922217701_635487700_8757362_975686003_n.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God. Happy 1st Birthday, Madi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8056223334217297879?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8056223334217297879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8056223334217297879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8056223334217297879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8056223334217297879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2012/02/madison-joy-is-1.html' title='Madison Joy is 1'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6PRtt9z2WY/Tytg94p1HhI/AAAAAAAABpg/oyqjviztYgw/s72-c/170794_10150091014992020_533402019_5989575_2111070_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4447235556706878368</id><published>2012-01-30T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:19:43.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending money when you don't have to.</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend yesterday about not spending money that we don't have to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to HEB and I really want to buy a new lipgloss when I already have 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or....when I want to buy the kids their Valentine's cards on December 31st....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or..... like the time that I went to Target to buy socks and saw a really cute bathing suit for Madi. In January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I didn't buy the bathing suit, but why the heck do they have to put that stuff out yet?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are suckers like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be REALLY bad at this. Sometimes I like to buy a magazine at HEB and that's okay. No harm done. However, I have really forced myself to stop buying things I don't actually need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been talking about how I want to move to a bigger house. We don't actually HAVE to, but I find myself getting annoyed with our home and critical. When in reality, I actually like our home.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been running, I have grown increasingly thankful for our neighborhood and I really like the we are getting to know our neighbors (and that they are coming to church with us!) &amp;nbsp;God has us here for a reason. Remembering things like that helps me to get focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that another part of this change thing in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4447235556706878368?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4447235556706878368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4447235556706878368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4447235556706878368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4447235556706878368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2012/01/spending-money-when-you-dont-have-to.html' title='Spending money when you don&apos;t have to.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4258244197606385072</id><published>2012-01-25T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:48:11.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch to 5k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>A little bit of this and a little bit of that</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started the Couch to 5K program. I bought the app and everything. After my good friend Abby raved about the program I decided it was the way for me to go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love it so far. The first day was brutal. I went 1.2 miles in like 26 minutes. Monday I went 2 miles in 26 miles. So that was better. &amp;nbsp;I'll complete the 1st week tomorrow morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty sure that the Lord is doing a new thing in me. &amp;nbsp;Here I am getting up everyday to do my quiet time and now I am exercising. I don't even know this person. &amp;nbsp;Change?? Yes, lots of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I started reading again. Like, non-fiction. (Gasp!!) &amp;nbsp;I am currently reading The Bible, Jesus Calling devotional and Power of a Praying Wife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, I can not tell you the huge difference Power of a Praying Wife has made in me. I think we all (at some point) walk around annoyed at something our husbands have done or even down right mad and angry. I have, so often, prayed "Lord, please change him!!" or "Lord, please show him that it is all his fault and he needs to apologize to me." &amp;nbsp;I have been so convicted of the fact that it is ME who needs to change half the time. And not only that, my pride is a hinderance to what God wants to do. &amp;nbsp;Ugh. Convicting.&amp;nbsp;And please don't think that for a second just because we are in ministry we don't struggle. &amp;nbsp;I thank God for a husband who is loyal and listens for the voice of the Lord, but marriage takes work. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple of other things:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This week we went to Texas de Brazil. Our friends, Josh &amp;amp; Kelly had groupons and invited us to join them! It was super yummy and really fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aq8dIP5RBLk/TyB36gkQlFI/AAAAAAAABpI/O6pvJirUmbo/s1600/photo-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aq8dIP5RBLk/TyB36gkQlFI/AAAAAAAABpI/O6pvJirUmbo/s320/photo-5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This verse is setting me free.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29vczKxBFGc/TyB37ORgxcI/AAAAAAAABpQ/b6hubFaWKxs/s1600/photo-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29vczKxBFGc/TyB37ORgxcI/AAAAAAAABpQ/b6hubFaWKxs/s320/photo-6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am so in love with this baby, not to mention her beautiful cousin next to her! &amp;nbsp;Madi will be 1 in 8 days!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12qxC4xGjpg/TyB37zdRazI/AAAAAAAABpY/rna0-eeKjVQ/s1600/photo-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12qxC4xGjpg/TyB37zdRazI/AAAAAAAABpY/rna0-eeKjVQ/s320/photo-7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*God has placed so many amazing people in my life who in the last 2 weeks have sent me scriptures, encouraging texts or have challenged me to be better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jason and I started watching Parks &amp;amp; Rec and oh. my. Lord. Funny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am currently obsessed with Pandora and listening to life changing worship music. Geez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am amazed and shocked at how expensive gas is again. &amp;nbsp;We are going to have to make a big decision about our cars soon. You can pray for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go. Madi just put an entire roll of toilet paper in the toilet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4258244197606385072?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4258244197606385072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4258244197606385072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4258244197606385072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4258244197606385072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-bit-of-this-and-little-bit-of.html' title='A little bit of this and a little bit of that'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aq8dIP5RBLk/TyB36gkQlFI/AAAAAAAABpI/O6pvJirUmbo/s72-c/photo-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5671324201205379075</id><published>2012-01-19T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:32:43.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>So I posted recently that I felt the Lord leading me to change in another area, but I wasn't ready to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure I'm ready now either. &amp;nbsp;But, &amp;nbsp;alas....I must out of obedience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've struggled my entire life with my weight. Well, as long as I can remember. Okay, well since like 6th grade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. It feels like my whole life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, &amp;nbsp;as I have gotten older I have clung to my 5'10 frame and have always been grateful for that, but with 3 babies it has been hard for me to get to a good weight and keep it there. &amp;nbsp;Jason has never, ever made an issue out of my weight and always tells me how beautiful I am. &amp;nbsp;He truly has accepted me how I am and not just acceptance, but he likes the curves. ;-) &amp;nbsp;While I like the curvy frame, I don't like feeling sluggish and self-concious. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost all the baby weight, but I pretty much do not exercise on a regular basis. Plus, even though I may be at the pre-baby weight, I needed to lose weight before that happened anyway. Before I got pregnant with Madi, I had started running and loved it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really started again. I've done The Shred and I've been doing Just Dance, but I'm not serious about it. &amp;nbsp;And really, it's only been about losing weight. Not doing something that gets me in shape and makes me feel good about myself. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to just lose 40 lbs. I am 5'10 and I'm never going to be a size 6. I don't want to be a size 6. &amp;nbsp;That would look scary. &amp;nbsp;I just want to be healthy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here is my 2nd change. &amp;nbsp;Lose weight. Exercise. Eat right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lose 20 lbs by the summer. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lose 20 lbs more by the end of 2012.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan: &amp;nbsp;I am still figuring that out with my schedule. I hate running at night, but I am not sure what else to do!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suggestions?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may get a little more daring as time goes by with the specifics. Please share your ideas! :)&amp;nbsp;&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/27869977-5671324201205379075?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5671324201205379075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5671324201205379075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5671324201205379075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5671324201205379075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2012/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5991460116792264979</id><published>2012-01-13T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:33:24.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is faithful</title><content type='html'>Blog, I love you. I am glad I can come here to talk. Even if no one listens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been faithful to provide. &amp;nbsp;This is Day 13 of getting up early and doing my bible reading plan and journaling. &amp;nbsp;God is changing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things I struggle with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;Worry&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;People Pleasing&lt;br /&gt;Saying yes to everything&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 13 days I have seen these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less Fear&lt;br /&gt;More Trust&lt;br /&gt;More Faith&lt;br /&gt;Less fear&lt;br /&gt;Saying no&lt;br /&gt;Managing my schedule even if it's busy.&lt;br /&gt;Less Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is happening and I am welcoming it. &amp;nbsp;I have to also so I am pretty proud of myself for getting up so diligently. It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like God is REALLY challenging me on simplifying and prioritizing my life. &amp;nbsp; Not just my calendar. To be honest with you, that's not going to change any time soon with the huge move we are making as a church. &amp;nbsp;But for me, I'm learning it's not at all about being less busy, but having a heart that is not cluttered. When my heart is uncluttered I make better decisions about life, my schedule, my kids, how I take care of myself and how I spend my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my first challenge was to start getting up at 6am and, of course, now that I am 13 days into it I feel the Lord challenging me on one more thing. &amp;nbsp;Why God!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not ready to share it yet. But I will. Once I get brave enough to. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5991460116792264979?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5991460116792264979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5991460116792264979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5991460116792264979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5991460116792264979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-is-faithful.html' title='He is faithful'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5785923234747925171</id><published>2012-01-09T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:09:02.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lot of nothing...</title><content type='html'>We have every Monday off. &amp;nbsp;I love our Monday's. I protect them as much as I can. &amp;nbsp; We are pretty exhausted after Sunday's from the long day at church, so it's just perfect that we have that day of rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today pretty much looked liked this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:22 - Bolt out of bed because Jackson has to leave for school in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;7:35 - Get Jackson a bowl of cereal. Put a coat over my pajamas. Find Jackson's backpack.&lt;br /&gt;7:45 - Can't find Jackson's backpack. Put my shoes and a hat on. Find the backpack. Tell Jackson to put a long sleeve shirt on because I can't send him to school with a muscle shirt.&lt;br /&gt;7:48 - Take Jackson to school.&lt;br /&gt;8:05 - Get back home, take the jacket off because I'm having hot flashes. Make a cup of coffee for me. Feed Madi and Reagan. &amp;nbsp;Clean the kitchen a little.&lt;br /&gt;8:45 - Sit down to have a quiet time. Love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vve-17qkDtQ/TwurRwWOVnI/AAAAAAAABo4/Yjm3YDnBgSA/s1600/IMG_1510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vve-17qkDtQ/TwurRwWOVnI/AAAAAAAABo4/Yjm3YDnBgSA/s320/IMG_1510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;9:30 - Jason's still sleeping. I go check to see if he's alive.&lt;br /&gt;9:31 - Yep, still breathing. &lt;br /&gt;10:15 - Go wake up Jason because I know he will be mad at himself for sleeping that long.&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - Jason makes me bacon and eggs. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;10:40-12:00 &amp;nbsp;- Play with girls, talk with Jason, watch tv, do a load of laundry...pretty much laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFrvQMN4XeA/TwurWcedo2I/AAAAAAAABpA/3geGm_UdPzo/s1600/IMG_1501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tFrvQMN4XeA/TwurWcedo2I/AAAAAAAABpA/3geGm_UdPzo/s320/IMG_1501.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;12:00 - I decide to make oatmeal cookies. Feeling adventurous and decide to throw a bag of white chocolate chips in. I live on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;12:45 - My cookies are delicious and I find out that oatmeal is Jason's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;12:46 - Pondering why I never knew that.&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - Do more lazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95MzLhjPU5A/TwurQNSEASI/AAAAAAAABow/ACVPkHaFViw/s1600/IMG_1511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95MzLhjPU5A/TwurQNSEASI/AAAAAAAABow/ACVPkHaFViw/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2:20 - Decide we probably need to go to get Jackson and go to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - PU Jackson. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;3:15 - Bank.&lt;br /&gt;3:30 - Drive by new campus at the Verizon. Huge building. Can't wait. Get extremely excited.&lt;br /&gt;4:00 - Drop Jason off at home who goes for a walk while I venture out to HEB. With. 3. Children.&lt;br /&gt;5:00 - Make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - Give baths. My floors are soaked.&lt;br /&gt;6:25 - Read books. Watch a little tv.&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - Kids are in bed. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;8:03 - Have a texting convo with my girlfriends from Houston/Dallas. Talk about crazy things. LOL a lot and miss them more.&lt;br /&gt;8:45 - Realize that our day was very lazy and that I'm okay with that. We need those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Happy Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5785923234747925171?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5785923234747925171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5785923234747925171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5785923234747925171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5785923234747925171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2012/01/whole-lot-of-nothing.html' title='A whole lot of nothing...'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vve-17qkDtQ/TwurRwWOVnI/AAAAAAAABo4/Yjm3YDnBgSA/s72-c/IMG_1510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5333848288580514462</id><published>2012-01-07T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T05:19:13.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things come at 6am</title><content type='html'>I am prone to waking up at insanely early hours when I am pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nights ago, I went to bed praying that the Lord would wake me up at 6am. Like REALLY wake me up. Jason got a text at 5:59. &amp;nbsp;Coincidence? &amp;nbsp;This morning, when I woke up at 5:45 I thought there was something wrong with me. Is my blood sugar off? Did I have nightmare about being late to worship, forgetting all the lyrics and totally making a fool of myself? &amp;nbsp;(I have that dream a lot.) Did I forget to turn the oven off? &amp;nbsp;No, can't say any of those things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word for the year is Change. &amp;nbsp;That seems like a very broad word. I could change in a lot of areas. I want to become more simple. I want to have more patience. I want to lose 25lbs. I want to be more intentional. Say no more. Drink more water. &amp;nbsp;Have more discipline with money. Read my bible every single day. All these things require change. &amp;nbsp; What was I thinking!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I prayed about change I was showed 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The reason I struggle with change comes from a deep rooted place. Change isn't accomplished by checking things off a list and I certainly don't get a pat on the back for it. There is a reason why I resist changing. &amp;nbsp;There is a reason all the things I listed above are hard for me to do. They require me to surrender to the Lord and walk in obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is something that God wants to do this year and it requires me to &lt;i&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt;, will bring &lt;i&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt; and will &lt;i&gt;Change&lt;/i&gt; me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what that is, but even as I type it I get scared and excited. &amp;nbsp;Change is exciting. Change motivates me. Change scares the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I woke up at 5:45 this morning I remembered that this is what I asked for. Why be surprised? &amp;nbsp;I'm comitting myself to waking up at 6am every day. Even Saturday's. I am a nutcase, but I believe that the Lord wants that for me. To start my day out with Him and to end with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured blogging about it would make it known and then you can all ask me on twitter or facebook or leave a comment every once in awhile saying "did you get up?" or "hey, are you spending time with the lord or ignoring him?" or "get up, get up, you lazy bum. You aren't going to lose that 20lbs laying in bed all day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of those will work. &amp;nbsp;Now, I am rambling. &amp;nbsp;Oh and here's our cute family photo that was sent out in my MIL's Christmas cards. My hair was blonde then. Enough randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3EarfRxvl4/TwhFNFhFA7I/AAAAAAAABoo/lNrgADhlTu4/s1600/J-N_4448a.bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3EarfRxvl4/TwhFNFhFA7I/AAAAAAAABoo/lNrgADhlTu4/s400/J-N_4448a.bw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's to &lt;i&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5333848288580514462?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5333848288580514462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5333848288580514462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5333848288580514462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5333848288580514462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-things-come-at-6am.html' title='Good things come at 6am'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W3EarfRxvl4/TwhFNFhFA7I/AAAAAAAABoo/lNrgADhlTu4/s72-c/J-N_4448a.bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-7212823107381436783</id><published>2012-01-04T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:28:22.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith &amp; Change</title><content type='html'>I've been praying for a word. One word. For me. For 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, Kelly, does this on her blog every year and I have loved it. This is my 2nd year doing it. Last year was "focused". Here is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/focused.html"&gt;my post&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say that although it was hard to live out every day, I felt good about what I accomplished. I focused more on my children, being more at home and being more available to my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2011....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring&lt;br /&gt;* Welcomed Madison Joy to our family&lt;br /&gt;* Recovered from a c-section&lt;br /&gt;* Started back to work&lt;br /&gt;* I cut back on my hours at work&lt;br /&gt;* I cried a lot&lt;br /&gt;* Learned how to shop on a tight budget&lt;br /&gt;* Went to Alamo Drafthouse for the first time (random, I know)&lt;br /&gt;* Celebrated my 28th birthday&lt;br /&gt;* Jackson turns 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;* Jason had foot surgery&lt;br /&gt;* We spent a lot of time learning things the hard way ;-)&lt;br /&gt;* Jason and I went to Dallas for a week with just Madison and left the kids for a week for the first time&lt;br /&gt;* Went on vacation to the beach with Aaron &amp;amp; Bre&lt;br /&gt;* Pool time!&lt;br /&gt;* Still cried a lot...&lt;br /&gt;* Went to the zoo with our family pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;* Reconciled some family relationships&lt;br /&gt;* Learned more things that hard way&lt;br /&gt;* Jackson started Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;* Grew as a leader&lt;br /&gt;* Got control of my emotions. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;* Learned leadership can be lonely and ministry is not for the faint of heart&lt;br /&gt;* Had a major milestone in my life that only Jesus could show me&lt;br /&gt;* Started losing the baby weight&lt;br /&gt;* Became a red head&lt;br /&gt;* Reagan turns 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;* Started dreaming big dreams&lt;br /&gt;* Started a hard pruning process...&lt;br /&gt;* Started seeing fruit from being pruned. :)&lt;br /&gt;* Jason turns 35&lt;br /&gt;* Had an amazing Christmas&lt;br /&gt;* Had a busy month&lt;br /&gt;* Began to pray....For my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2012's Word &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Natalie's: CHANGE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jason's: FAITH&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, LORD....HERE WE GO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-7212823107381436783?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7212823107381436783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=7212823107381436783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7212823107381436783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7212823107381436783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2012/01/faith-change.html' title='Faith &amp; Change'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8111828347061511707</id><published>2011-12-14T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:59:55.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cry a lot. Surprise!</title><content type='html'>I'd like to say that I have it all together, but I don't. I am an emotional woman who cries over spilled milk. Sometimes that is actually the truth. Just last week I poured my uncooked spaghetti into my pan full of uncooked hamburger meat. And I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I cried last week when Reagan decided to flood one of the nursery rooms at church and then bite her sisters finger. I wish I had a picture of the her and Luke when we found them soaking wet, hiding under one of the foyer tables, but I think Jenn and I were in shock (and probably too mad to get all picture happy). &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just being honest here. &amp;nbsp;My poor husband. Sometimes he just doesn't know what to do with me. &amp;nbsp;Last week during Jackson's dress rehearsal for his Christmas musical I cried. He got on stage with some of his best friends in the world and I broke down seeing him in that adorable angel outfit. &amp;nbsp;Especially when he had his shining moment holding up the 9th commandment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xT9t7HGXybk/Tui5KuP7aPI/AAAAAAAABn8/dJYLwf4OE1w/s1600/jackson%2527s+play+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xT9t7HGXybk/Tui5KuP7aPI/AAAAAAAABn8/dJYLwf4OE1w/s400/jackson%2527s+play+2.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7K9kX4Ed7LI/Tui5H7R5-3I/AAAAAAAABn0/xfxpDnu-18Q/s1600/jackson%2527s+play.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7K9kX4Ed7LI/Tui5H7R5-3I/AAAAAAAABn0/xfxpDnu-18Q/s400/jackson%2527s+play.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is wrong with me? Well, nothing. I'm a woman who cries easily. Big deal. &amp;nbsp;But if I really AM being honest here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this a lot lately. &amp;nbsp;Actually, &amp;nbsp;for awhile now. &amp;nbsp;I've been doing a lot of reflecting. A lot of soul searching. Seems like that is something Jason and I are both doing a lot of. Trying to unlearn some things that have been a part of us our whole lives. &amp;nbsp;Maybe those things weren't all that bad, but when they are stuffed down for so long, they tend to just pop up in your face like an air bag going off in your car. It hurts. The great thing is that it's for my protection. &amp;nbsp;One thing I have realized is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay that I am emotional. &amp;nbsp;It's not okay that I am letting my emotions control me. &amp;nbsp;And it's really not okay for me to let fear control my emotions. &amp;nbsp;Fear is not from God. &amp;nbsp; When it comes down to it, I have issues with fear. &amp;nbsp;Control? Lack of trust? Ouch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is to taking a deep breath, trusting and learning to let go. &amp;nbsp;Fear is the opposite of faith and there is no fear in love. God is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our God is greater. Our God is stronger. Our God is higher than any other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More tomorrow on insecurity. &amp;nbsp;We might as well get it all out, right? ;-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8111828347061511707?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8111828347061511707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8111828347061511707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8111828347061511707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8111828347061511707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cry-lot-surprise.html' title='I cry a lot. Surprise!'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xT9t7HGXybk/Tui5KuP7aPI/AAAAAAAABn8/dJYLwf4OE1w/s72-c/jackson%2527s+play+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4843231047605518921</id><published>2011-11-10T15:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:59:26.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>Jenn called me this week and asked if I wanted to get crafty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Wednesday I packed up the girls and headed over to her house to learn how to SEW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APhgyNq_bi8/TrxlKByTI7I/AAAAAAAABns/9T4g1fk2hXg/s1600/sewing+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APhgyNq_bi8/TrxlKByTI7I/AAAAAAAABns/9T4g1fk2hXg/s400/sewing+.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've never used a sewing machine before and I've never made anything like I did yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to show you tomorrow what I actually did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found these two crazies outside (in the 58 degree weather) soaked from the water hose. Luke is Reagn's "best friend". They are like an old married couple because they either love each other or can't stand one another. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, it's never a dull moment when the two of them are together...or apart for that matter. &amp;nbsp;If they somehow end up together, (and are okay with Reagan being the 6ft one..ha!) we will have some FANTASTIC pictures for their wedding slideshow! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWCXYKZyy4s/TrxlJYDLgtI/AAAAAAAABnk/SK-I7BPpM2w/s1600/rea%2526luke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWCXYKZyy4s/TrxlJYDLgtI/AAAAAAAABnk/SK-I7BPpM2w/s400/rea%2526luke.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a fun Wednesday. Stay tuned for my first sewing creation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4843231047605518921?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4843231047605518921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4843231047605518921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4843231047605518921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4843231047605518921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/11/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APhgyNq_bi8/TrxlKByTI7I/AAAAAAAABns/9T4g1fk2hXg/s72-c/sewing+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8984558704550990274</id><published>2011-11-09T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:20:48.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da9b9108e5116eb9" 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://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda9b9108e5116eb9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330450113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AD363BA400AAEDEA24B8A03EAA33FDF2D4D7443.4FC16A2A09BD14CD2FCFA7BEE9113871C1E40E26%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda9b9108e5116eb9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9dT-9CWII14ViwqvlOE0Dyu0Y4U&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://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda9b9108e5116eb9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330450113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AD363BA400AAEDEA24B8A03EAA33FDF2D4D7443.4FC16A2A09BD14CD2FCFA7BEE9113871C1E40E26%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda9b9108e5116eb9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9dT-9CWII14ViwqvlOE0Dyu0Y4U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've almost got a walker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even believe it. She just turned 9 months old! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sure is cute though, huh? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8984558704550990274?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8984558704550990274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8984558704550990274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8984558704550990274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8984558704550990274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/11/9-months-old.html' title='9 Months Old'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-400369327867677996</id><published>2011-11-04T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:34:16.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AO_KOwSqgSc/TrSuJqeJjZI/AAAAAAAABnE/5GKGx36cB6w/s1600/384032_10150356511042701_635487700_8303037_863088397_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AO_KOwSqgSc/TrSuJqeJjZI/AAAAAAAABnE/5GKGx36cB6w/s400/384032_10150356511042701_635487700_8303037_863088397_n.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best picture of us for all time. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we hung out at the Madison/Mac game. I was so grateful to be there with my little family. It brings back so many memories of high school in general and makes me thankful that I am not in high school anymore. Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-400369327867677996?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/400369327867677996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=400369327867677996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/400369327867677996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/400369327867677996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/11/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AO_KOwSqgSc/TrSuJqeJjZI/AAAAAAAABnE/5GKGx36cB6w/s72-c/384032_10150356511042701_635487700_8303037_863088397_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-2791202912067691087</id><published>2011-11-03T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:25:05.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday again..</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday again. My long day. While I could go on and on about how crazy Thursday's are, I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I will post about Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I decided to do a Halloween Outreach for the first time since we've lived here. &amp;nbsp;We are so glad we did! We ended up serving around 70 hotdogs to neighbors and friends. We met so many people and had people return saying, "this is the best house ever!" We also were asked what we were doing for Christmas. I'm kind of thinking that would be a really cool idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids got to trick or treat, play with neighbor friends and hang out with some buds from church. It was a super fun night! So grateful to our friends from church who helped make it all happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Halloween 2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little tigger stole the show. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zANDNrjB6E/TrMFj_YDvhI/AAAAAAAABm0/rxiVSEyYR1c/s1600/384621_10150353533797701_635487700_8281852_944837557_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zANDNrjB6E/TrMFj_YDvhI/AAAAAAAABm0/rxiVSEyYR1c/s400/384621_10150353533797701_635487700_8281852_944837557_n.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get away from how beautiful this girl is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlInI2vSsb4/TrMFkdGev9I/AAAAAAAABm8/p6NuNi5wQtw/s1600/317131_10150353534627701_635487700_8281862_1586153915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RlInI2vSsb4/TrMFkdGev9I/AAAAAAAABm8/p6NuNi5wQtw/s400/317131_10150353534627701_635487700_8281862_1586153915_n.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course...Lighting McQueen made an appearance long enough to take pictures with his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eor2RQwDurk/TrMFjfHagbI/AAAAAAAABms/x58X8c3r-3M/s1600/387339_10150353534427701_635487700_8281859_1747003477_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eor2RQwDurk/TrMFjfHagbI/AAAAAAAABms/x58X8c3r-3M/s400/387339_10150353534427701_635487700_8281859_1747003477_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnkMtjlhz64/TrMFg6-tS8I/AAAAAAAABmk/hj_vJ47uQiw/s1600/303967_10150353534587701_635487700_8281861_182534524_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnkMtjlhz64/TrMFg6-tS8I/AAAAAAAABmk/hj_vJ47uQiw/s400/303967_10150353534587701_635487700_8281861_182534524_n.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say that I spent a total of $12 on those costumes (combined!) and Madi's was given to us! The orange bow was added for my own pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and are so looking forward to the rest of the holiday's. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-2791202912067691087?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2791202912067691087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=2791202912067691087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/2791202912067691087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/2791202912067691087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-thursday-again.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday again..'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zANDNrjB6E/TrMFj_YDvhI/AAAAAAAABm0/rxiVSEyYR1c/s72-c/384621_10150353533797701_635487700_8281852_944837557_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-7149523145709769834</id><published>2011-10-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:15:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday!!!!</title><content type='html'>Thursday deserves to have 4 exclamation points behind it. BEcause that's just what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Thursday's!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday's are long!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday's stress me out!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday's get me excited!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worship rehearsal is on Thursday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, Thursday, Thursday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. I'm not feeling all that great. But in my weakness, He is made strong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;away&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thursday's!!! &amp;nbsp;Just kidding......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband did tell me about a ba-jillion times today that he loved me. That made up for all the stress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, &amp;nbsp;remembering the fact that Jesus died on a cross for me while I'm complaining about Thursday's is humbling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is not my child. It's Jenn's. But I thought the sequence was hilarious. ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, Thursday. &amp;nbsp;You'll only be around fore 8 more hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgQvIKXGiU4/TqnI9LHTULI/AAAAAAAABmE/0tU1vGPT2NE/s1600/IMG_5017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgQvIKXGiU4/TqnI9LHTULI/AAAAAAAABmE/0tU1vGPT2NE/s320/IMG_5017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9QVmRlfX-LM/TqnJFCRrXfI/AAAAAAAABmU/0Hw_vhBuFmw/s1600/IMG_5019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9QVmRlfX-LM/TqnJFCRrXfI/AAAAAAAABmU/0Hw_vhBuFmw/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V7zyCynwTGA/TqnJBMrW9ZI/AAAAAAAABmM/j9byjat7Mbs/s1600/IMG_5018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V7zyCynwTGA/TqnJBMrW9ZI/AAAAAAAABmM/j9byjat7Mbs/s320/IMG_5018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/27869977-7149523145709769834?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7149523145709769834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=7149523145709769834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7149523145709769834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7149523145709769834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/10/thursday.html' title='Thursday!!!!'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgQvIKXGiU4/TqnI9LHTULI/AAAAAAAABmE/0tU1vGPT2NE/s72-c/IMG_5017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8597769109610431535</id><published>2011-10-25T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:55:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sanity</title><content type='html'>God just knew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9V4hhxHumFo/TqdAq-yUVLI/AAAAAAAABl8/EWZsZc6zl2M/s1600/IMG_0947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9V4hhxHumFo/TqdAq-yUVLI/AAAAAAAABl8/EWZsZc6zl2M/s320/IMG_0947.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that I needed this man in my life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep me sane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To go through the ups and the downs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To love me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep me laughing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep me on my toes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just really thankful for my hubby today. Not just today, but forever and always.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8597769109610431535?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8597769109610431535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8597769109610431535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8597769109610431535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8597769109610431535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-sanity.html' title='My sanity'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9V4hhxHumFo/TqdAq-yUVLI/AAAAAAAABl8/EWZsZc6zl2M/s72-c/IMG_0947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4095908506588235986</id><published>2011-10-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:08:31.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch and a Mommy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Thursday, Jason left for the Men's Retreat and I was supposed to go to Houston. Madi ended up getting a fever and cough again, so we ended up not making it to Houston, but we had the best weekend. I took Friday off, Jack went to school (with the help of Jenn coming to my rescue) and the girls and I just hung out until it was time to pick him up from school. We had a great time together. I think God knew that I needed to just lay low, play with my kids and enjoy being at home. &amp;nbsp;We had a dance party Friday night, made chocolate chip cookies and laughed a lot. The kids love to sleep in our bed when Jason is gone, so we had one big sleep over too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Bre and I took the kids to a little pumpkin patch near our house and she gave me a bit of photography lesson. I have never had any idea on what settings to use outside. I love some of the pics I got, but I KNOW she got better ones. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are a few of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLWKxlhOYts/TqNKYrlbn0I/AAAAAAAABjk/f8b887AzfRU/s1600/IMG_4828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLWKxlhOYts/TqNKYrlbn0I/AAAAAAAABjk/f8b887AzfRU/s400/IMG_4828.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We could not get a serious picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vR8TzvDdU_c/TqNKhwB-LNI/AAAAAAAABj0/oEfFrO4m1j8/s1600/IMG_4835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vR8TzvDdU_c/TqNKhwB-LNI/AAAAAAAABj0/oEfFrO4m1j8/s400/IMG_4835.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;See....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yBgMD9amrno/TqNKy-Pkt6I/AAAAAAAABkM/eWzNp7VTo84/s400/IMG_4846.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet Abby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWYVB_VyzaE/TqNK4lFyLDI/AAAAAAAABkU/U6eD4BqI9zs/s1600/IMG_4851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWYVB_VyzaE/TqNK4lFyLDI/AAAAAAAABkU/U6eD4BqI9zs/s400/IMG_4851.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiEgHW-ycAs/TqNLBj0W6SI/AAAAAAAABkk/uD5RxQJcJMI/s1600/IMG_4871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiEgHW-ycAs/TqNLBj0W6SI/AAAAAAAABkk/uD5RxQJcJMI/s400/IMG_4871.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And another....Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3YhkrdTYdc/TqNLGKbRQII/AAAAAAAABks/ycSAnP_qSNQ/s1600/IMG_4873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3YhkrdTYdc/TqNLGKbRQII/AAAAAAAABks/ycSAnP_qSNQ/s400/IMG_4873.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Right after kissing her brother.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTMt9hxRYHI/TqNLKbdazeI/AAAAAAAABk0/i-XWKFqcpg0/s1600/IMG_4880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTMt9hxRYHI/TqNLKbdazeI/AAAAAAAABk0/i-XWKFqcpg0/s400/IMG_4880.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxpXCruo5wg/TqNLOp4thUI/AAAAAAAABk8/iT-pV_UhAJ0/s1600/IMG_4881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxpXCruo5wg/TqNLOp4thUI/AAAAAAAABk8/iT-pV_UhAJ0/s400/IMG_4881.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sweet babies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_7pb2j_l-M/TqNLS-tWy4I/AAAAAAAABlE/LwqES0efeHU/s1600/IMG_4888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_7pb2j_l-M/TqNLS-tWy4I/AAAAAAAABlE/LwqES0efeHU/s400/IMG_4888.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAPOFfoN2Ow/TqNLXuqFuCI/AAAAAAAABlM/tX8upoM6ero/s1600/IMG_4906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAPOFfoN2Ow/TqNLXuqFuCI/AAAAAAAABlM/tX8upoM6ero/s400/IMG_4906.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4095908506588235986?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4095908506588235986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4095908506588235986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4095908506588235986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4095908506588235986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch-and-mommy-weekend.html' title='Pumpkin Patch and a Mommy Weekend'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLWKxlhOYts/TqNKYrlbn0I/AAAAAAAABjk/f8b887AzfRU/s72-c/IMG_4828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-616556807017258401</id><published>2011-10-19T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:47:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other stuff</title><content type='html'>I have been reminded lately of 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need to wash my face more and use cream. &lt;br /&gt;2. Waiting on God is one of the most important gifts we will ever receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp; let's face it. I'm getting older and need to take drastic measures in making sure this face stays smooth and fresh.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Also, waiting on God is found every where in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psalm 25:4-5 Show me Your ways, O Lord; teach me Your paths. Lead me in Your truth and teach me: for You are the God of my salvation; on You do I wait all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psalm 25:21 Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; for I wait for You.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psalm 27:14 Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and He will strengthen your heart. Wait, I say, on the Lord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psalm 31:24 Be of good courage and He shall strengthen your heart, all you who wait for the Lord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psalm 33:20, 22 Our soul waits for the Lord: He is our help and our shield. Let Your mercy, O Lord, be upon us, as we wait for You.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psalm 37:7, 9 Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him... Those that wait upon the Lord, they shall inherit the earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When I think of the times I have waited vs. reacted, I remember that most of the good fruit I have seen has been in the waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reacting usually is because I am fearful, anxious and not very trusting of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there are so many things the Lord has always asked me to wait in. I have unfortuantely not always obeyed and went ahead doing it my way. Fail.&amp;nbsp; It never goes well when it's my way.&amp;nbsp; Learning to just trust in the Lord more.&amp;nbsp; Today at bible study I was admiring my friend, Rachel Springirth.&amp;nbsp; She seems to have a unique peace and quiet soul about her.&amp;nbsp; I can see her truly taking the time to wait on the Lord and then just trusting him in the meantime. Ultimately, it comes down to my trust and faith in Him. That's challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there is one thing I'm glad I waited on, it's this guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The Lord saved me from what could have been!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jusv5hBQ4I0/Tp8pNB0D1vI/AAAAAAAABjc/JrkU_LSeDgE/s1600/IMG_2755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jusv5hBQ4I0/Tp8pNB0D1vI/AAAAAAAABjc/JrkU_LSeDgE/s320/IMG_2755.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-616556807017258401?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/616556807017258401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=616556807017258401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/616556807017258401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/616556807017258401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/10/other-stuff.html' title='Other stuff'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jusv5hBQ4I0/Tp8pNB0D1vI/AAAAAAAABjc/JrkU_LSeDgE/s72-c/IMG_2755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8703828136142862907</id><published>2011-10-19T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:36:07.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan turns 3</title><content type='html'>I am also late on this post...but, what the heck...I'll post it anyway! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMg7nCBvbSc/Tp8jfdh9mmI/AAAAAAAABi8/t2PNObKBn0o/s1600/IMG_0912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMg7nCBvbSc/Tp8jfdh9mmI/AAAAAAAABi8/t2PNObKBn0o/s320/IMG_0912.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-uDa7cpnJI/Tp8jmw0tI-I/AAAAAAAABjE/tQjbihbUDLw/s1600/IMG_2686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-uDa7cpnJI/Tp8jmw0tI-I/AAAAAAAABjE/tQjbihbUDLw/s320/IMG_2686.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5xXqR4Enz0/Tp8j9LCjehI/AAAAAAAABjM/17rP9fQsTaI/s1600/IMG_2770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5xXqR4Enz0/Tp8j9LCjehI/AAAAAAAABjM/17rP9fQsTaI/s320/IMG_2770.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0GOLqI3IpOo/Tp8kOS-_P3I/AAAAAAAABjU/ne-bHAOVZNk/s1600/IMG_2747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0GOLqI3IpOo/Tp8kOS-_P3I/AAAAAAAABjU/ne-bHAOVZNk/s320/IMG_2747.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reagan turned 3 last month. :) I've been waiting forever for this day! ;-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reagan weighs 35 lbs. Another big girl!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's potty trained! Yay!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reagan is in our Mother's Day Out program at River City and loves learning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to color with markers (only), loves everything princess, likes to do things her way (only), loves spaghetti, apple juice, peanut butter, her Lukie,&amp;nbsp; playing with Jackson &amp;amp; Madi, being in charge, McDonald's, going shopping with mommy, painting her nails, makeup, playing outside, and making sure that she has her hair done by (only) her daddy. Notice all the "only"? ;-) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love the way Reagan is so passionate about everything she does. From the way she loves her siblings, her daddy, her baby dolls to the way she is so particular about how she does things. She is super smart. Too smart if you know what I mean. She is very much my little leader and is already proving that she will make a way for herself one day. She could also care less what other people think and I think THAT IS FANTASTIC. I adore that characteristic in her. I wish I could be more like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that she loves to snuggle, pray and have me sing to her every night. I love that she is the ultimate "girl" and can't wait to do lots of girly things with her as she gets older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is our little princess that I thank God for her every single day. So humbled to be her mommy! I know that God will use her in so many amazing ways. He already is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8703828136142862907?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8703828136142862907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8703828136142862907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8703828136142862907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8703828136142862907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/10/reagan-turns-3.html' title='Reagan turns 3'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMg7nCBvbSc/Tp8jfdh9mmI/AAAAAAAABi8/t2PNObKBn0o/s72-c/IMG_0912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4569660820767782542</id><published>2011-10-19T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:20:14.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison Joy - 8 1/2 Months</title><content type='html'>This post is a little late. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our sweet Madison Joy is 8 1/2 months old already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;She weighs 20 lbs 1 oz. Big girl! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's finally started to get "some" hair. &lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea what it's going to look like. If I could guess, I'd say light brown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's crawling and pulling up on everything. We are constantly closing all the doors and picking everything up off the floor. Thank goodness we don't have stairs! I'd lose my mind. Ha! She's starting to show that she wants to stand alone. I think we may have an early walker! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Madi loves bath time, bananas, sweet potato puffs, pasta, cheese, peaches, apples, her daddy, playing with her brother &amp;amp; sister, being outside and puppies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is so, so, so sweet. She is still the easiest baby we have had at this stage. She rarely is fussy and hardly ever cries. I know immediately that she is either hungry or tired if she does cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor baby has been a little sick lately. She had to have breathing treatments and had a bout of bronchitis.&amp;nbsp; That was no fun, but she's much better now. So glad we got that flu shot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lln-qkVlHbQ/Tp8iU3HeOQI/AAAAAAAABi0/7HrWPkvGnRI/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lln-qkVlHbQ/Tp8iU3HeOQI/AAAAAAAABi0/7HrWPkvGnRI/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Madi! You are such a delight to your mommy &amp;amp; daddy. So thankful that Jesus gave you to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4569660820767782542?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4569660820767782542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4569660820767782542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4569660820767782542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4569660820767782542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/10/madison-joy-8-12-months.html' title='Madison Joy - 8 1/2 Months'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lln-qkVlHbQ/Tp8iU3HeOQI/AAAAAAAABi0/7HrWPkvGnRI/s72-c/photo%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4763638169051100975</id><published>2011-09-29T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T05:04:37.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I am at.</title><content type='html'>My loves are asleep. Except for that precious baby. She's standing in her crib talking to the princess nightlight in her room.  I figure I'll leave here be until she starts to cry. It's early mornings like this that I cherish. Mornings that I know are my only chance to have clarity. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been blogging much. I've had down time, but I don't want to blog unless I feel motivated. My whole point in doing this blog was to remind me of life so that in 5 years I look back with memories. I'm throwing all of that out the window. I don't want to blog just to have one more thing to do.  My life has a lot of "just one more thing to do's".   I'm not putting rules on this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phillipians 4:6-7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I have needed to cling to this. I am such a worrier. And what a reminder to me that in EVERY situation we can (and should) present our requests to God.  I never understood the whole peace of God thing fully. I know what peace is and I have felt it, but when there are such huge situations that come about in someones life that seem completely overwhelming I wasn't sure how someone would get a peace that transcends all understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I remember watching a friend of mine who has walked through a lot of roller coasters in her life.  Medical issues with children and herself. Scary stuff.  Stuff that I think would send me over the edge.   She clung to the presence of God each step of the way. Sure, it was hard. I am positive that she wanted to even yell at God sometimes.  Yet something in her knew that God was her only answer. Her only avenue.  And in that she walked in peace. A peace that I could absolutely not understand.  The times that I have not gone before the feet of Jesus are the times that I don't have peace. The times that I have sat up searching for the answer in my own strength and abilities end up being a big mess.  I don't sleep good. I am waking up every hour of the night.  I start to make  fearful &amp;amp; rash decisions.   My skin breaks out and I drink too many iced teas from sonic. It's not pleasant for me or my bank account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what the Lord is dealing with me on.  We can't get away from the big stuff. The big stuff will happen.  Deal with it. ;) However, we can deal with it in a way that surprises us with peace, rest and better looking skin.  Most importantly, we aren't dealing with it. God is.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4763638169051100975?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4763638169051100975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4763638169051100975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4763638169051100975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4763638169051100975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-i-am-at.html' title='Where I am at.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-3113976153972973034</id><published>2011-09-01T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:13:38.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you Lord for hitting me over the head with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;reality that it's not about me. &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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amen. &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;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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-3113976153972973034?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3113976153972973034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=3113976153972973034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3113976153972973034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3113976153972973034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/09/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4041461245695715211</id><published>2011-08-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:48:44.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y42H6MKeDlw/TlL4MmKUp-I/AAAAAAAABiw/r4bI2JBEEJU/s1600/b012dfc385d449a3a2f24e110a97a6aa_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok5HRatU-EU/TlL3lkTrNtI/AAAAAAAABio/M1ChY6NTnJk/s1600/105ea287943b4492946bcbafff13aaa0_7.jpg" 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: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok5HRatU-EU/TlL3lkTrNtI/AAAAAAAABio/M1ChY6NTnJk/s400/105ea287943b4492946bcbafff13aaa0_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643845507822073554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, day 1 is complete. Jackson had his very first day of Kindergarten today.  Let me just say that I did not ever expect this mommy to be so emotional! Wow. This has completely thrown me for a loop. While I have known it was coming and even been very excited for it to come, I always had it in my mind that it was still "forever" away.  Not so much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson went to sleep excited and nervous. When he woke up he didn't even want to eat. This is much like me every Saturday night before I lead worship. ;)  When we dropped him off this morning he walked right in, went to the front of the line and waved goodbye.  I managed to hold back the tears until we left.  Poor Jason. Ha!    At the end of the day he was happy and now can't wait to go back tomorrow. Thank you, Jesus! We are really looking forward to getting involved in his school. I can't wait to start volunteering and being a part of this new phase of life. What a great opportunity to meet some new mama's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to share what you see below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 years ago we took this when they were just babies. This image will forever be with me. Sweet boys.  Jack &amp;amp; Carson are still the best of friends and now starting kindergarten. Time sure does fly by fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmOK1IDm2Rw/TlL0-T5yK6I/AAAAAAAABig/_5cK6SJq2aE/s1600/GKids-009.jpg" 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/-vmOK1IDm2Rw/TlL0-T5yK6I/AAAAAAAABig/_5cK6SJq2aE/s400/GKids-009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643842634380356514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqI6iBk-MS4/TlL05uT83BI/AAAAAAAABiY/BpEQSLNfzN4/s1600/photo%255B28%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqI6iBk-MS4/TlL05uT83BI/AAAAAAAABiY/BpEQSLNfzN4/s400/photo%255B28%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643842555570084882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look who else started school?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y42H6MKeDlw/TlL4MmKUp-I/AAAAAAAABiw/r4bI2JBEEJU/s400/b012dfc385d449a3a2f24e110a97a6aa_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643846178334615522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the only picture I could get of her. All the other shots I got she was telling me that she doesn't like pictures. Ha!  Isn't her outfit adorable? My Mom scored that at a garage sale.  She is LOVING Mother's Day Out. It is such a blessing while I work at the church.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying for a special year for my kiddos. To God be the glory forever and ever. Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4041461245695715211?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4041461245695715211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4041461245695715211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4041461245695715211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4041461245695715211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of school'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok5HRatU-EU/TlL3lkTrNtI/AAAAAAAABio/M1ChY6NTnJk/s72-c/105ea287943b4492946bcbafff13aaa0_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1349040586365463891</id><published>2011-08-04T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:37:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bossy girls and summer evenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've had a pretty busy year already. 2011 started out with a baby, a busy spring and now an even busier summer. Where did the time go? Jackson starts Kinder in a few weeks too. My mind is blown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as it seems to zip pass me, I have been so much more aware of the need to focus and slow down to see them grow up.  There won't be many moments to play in the sprinkler when he's 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPesu_31zZ4/Tjr0kW75LbI/AAAAAAAABiI/8C7bLptZ2R8/s400/photo%255B19%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637086789076856242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one? Well, when she's 16 I am sure I'll get this look and more from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk6KRRpNc30/Tjr0kYNM9vI/AAAAAAAABiQ/6tsYHo1FHhs/s400/photo%255B20%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637086789417891570" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, I'll take as many pictures as I can with my heart and capture the sweetness of today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1349040586365463891?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1349040586365463891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1349040586365463891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1349040586365463891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1349040586365463891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/08/bossy-girls-and-summer-evenings.html' title='Bossy girls and summer evenings'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPesu_31zZ4/Tjr0kW75LbI/AAAAAAAABiI/8C7bLptZ2R8/s72-c/photo%255B19%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-7340754889138021174</id><published>2011-08-03T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:09:43.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time really does fly by. Madison is 6 months old.  My sweet baby girl is 6 months old.  Before you know it she'll be graduating high school! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Madison Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-652lEYr3fRM/TjoNLb-yGDI/AAAAAAAABhw/uAieZzEmznk/s400/photo%255B14%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636832373748406322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madison you are 6 months old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure how much you weigh just yet, but I'm guessing 17 lbs. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wear 6-9 month clothing and some 12 months that seemed to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have shrunk from when your sister wore them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wear a size 2 diaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are a great sleeper! You started sleeping through the night again when I realized you were getting cold at night and put you in footy pajamas. Even when it's 105 degrees you like to be warm.  You only sometimes get up. ;) You take 2 naps during the day....maybe 3 and you go to bed every night at 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSj_528foKQ/TjoNLgffuoI/AAAAAAAABh4/uKeLNaFlhcw/s400/photo%255B10%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636832374959356546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are our most joyful baby we've had. You have a very sweet disposition and love to smile. You love it when your daddy talks to you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love your exersauser and your bumbo! One of your favorite things to do (already) is to play with toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are eating rice cereal and baby food now along with formula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love carrots and pears especially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't wanted to admit it, but you are already trying to crawl. You roll around everywhere and we have to buckle you in to everything. Your brother and sister were NOT like that. I bet you are an early walker too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vsTpiXIJfSg/TjoNL4oPdMI/AAAAAAAABiA/Fr8HtXHUF0Q/s400/photo%255B12%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636832381438489794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You still come to work with me and everyone loves you. You get held a lot, but you are pretty content just sitting and watching everyone too. It amazes me how easy going you are and can sleep anywhere. God knew what I needed. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thank God for you EVERY single day. Daddy &amp;amp; I are so blessed and are always talking about how we can not imagine life without you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-7340754889138021174?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7340754889138021174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=7340754889138021174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7340754889138021174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7340754889138021174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/08/6-months-already.html' title='6 Months Already'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-652lEYr3fRM/TjoNLb-yGDI/AAAAAAAABhw/uAieZzEmznk/s72-c/photo%255B14%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1786444159093817190</id><published>2011-07-22T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:19:16.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have decided....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember that old song? "I have decided to follow Jesus. I have decided to follow Jesus....."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember singing that as a little girl when my dad would take me to First Baptist Church in Houston. My parents divorced at an early age and on his weekends that's where we'd go. So, not many songs stick out...apparently that was a catchy one.  The song didn't really mean that much to me then and although it seems so old now, it's just one of those songs that will always stick with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple. Truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been challenged in that area lately.  The obedience? The decision and the following. Not just the decision to follow...but actually doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Harder) Simple. Truth.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deciding to follow Jesus....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my finances.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my attitude. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my love for others. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my un-forgiveness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my fears. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my parenting. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my MARRIAGE. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my calling. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my gifts. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my self-centerdness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my "freak-outs". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listen. Decide. Follow.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Simple. Truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydq2ZJihIOM/TipKsr34dqI/AAAAAAAABho/CZnD_nJ_PEw/s400/IMG_1662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632396415532037794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 18:2-3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23730" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23730" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23731" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And he said: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1786444159093817190?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1786444159093817190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1786444159093817190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1786444159093817190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1786444159093817190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-decided.html' title='I have decided....'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydq2ZJihIOM/TipKsr34dqI/AAAAAAAABho/CZnD_nJ_PEw/s72-c/IMG_1662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1725610952924730719</id><published>2011-07-12T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:35:23.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;My list for my house never ends. However, I am determined to make these things happen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Red front door. Everyone is doing it. I need to get with the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpIJGfihO2E/Th0AsCydp8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/Sr41MAuXqEs/s400/red-front-door-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628655865945761730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Landscaping. I've got the green grass in the front so far...yay!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. White kitchen cabinets. My dream. I KNOW I can make this happen. Also, I adore the "Yummy" sign and especially love the baskets and open cabinet space.  Love, love, love this kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bt8JzU2Vu60/Th0C9ggUThI/AAAAAAAABhY/bg2ApKXARlQ/s400/Kitchen-Pure-Lovely-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628658365003746834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Paint my coffee table black. Jenn said she will help me. I'm not afraid to remind her. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Paint Jackson's room. I already have the paint. Yes, I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. New light fixtures in bathroom and add molding to mirror for an instant improvement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SL_wtjUMX5A/Th0DpBP0rJI/AAAAAAAABhg/J_jaZfpAHds/s400/DSCF2052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628659112527309970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more, but I realize that in the grand scheme of things this 'stuff' doesn't really matter. We have a wonderful home that our kids love to play in and have the blessing to grow up in.  If none of this ever happened, I wouldn't care. We are blessed and thank God every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still want that red front door though. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1725610952924730719?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1725610952924730719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1725610952924730719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1725610952924730719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1725610952924730719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpIJGfihO2E/Th0AsCydp8I/AAAAAAAABhQ/Sr41MAuXqEs/s72-c/red-front-door-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-858958284995409412</id><published>2011-07-11T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:35:42.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obedience</title><content type='html'>While we were in Dallas Jason and I had a week to spend together pretty much 24/7 and really were able to talk and focus on some things that we don't always get to talk about.  I had been feeling led to pray about some things and was really sensing some things on my heart. It seemed like a great week to get these things out in the open.  It's just like God that He was laying the same things on Jason's heart. The words that I keep hearing from the Lord have been "Discipline" and "Boldness".  At the beginning of this year it was "Focus". It still is in some ways, but I know that because of that focus I have been able to see and hear what the Lord wants from me. Now I know.  I must be bold and discipline my flesh.  It's not an easy thing to do for me. I react out of fear most times and give in to the things that aren't great for me or push aside the things that are. So, after spending some time (and still am) denying the flesh, I heard from God. We both did.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason and I have decided to sale our Ford Focus. We bought a used Expedition before Madi came along after both feeling that we needed more room for our family. Our Focus would not fit 3 car seats. So, we found a great deal on it from a friend at church and bought it, but we now had 2 cars.  It did seem like the most practical thing for us to have 2 cars at the time. Besides, sometimes you feel weird for saying "yeah, we're a one car family".   But why?  That's dumb. Most people have 2 cars, but we had one car for years and did just fine because we both work at the same place. We are 6 minutes from home and ride together on the weekends anyway.  It may not seem like a big deal to most of you. Selling a car? Big deal.  I figure when God tells you to do something, it's big no matter what it is. We feel God leading us in this to make room for some things He wants us to do.  If you remember my post from a couple of months ago about feeling an urgency to do something...I think this all goes together somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His word says to trust and obey. He will take care of the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust and obey. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be bold. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Discipline your life so that He can work. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after praying and seeking it's up for sale. We also feel the Lord leading us to ask for a certain amount.  Definitely being &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; here. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see what happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-858958284995409412?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/858958284995409412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=858958284995409412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/858958284995409412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/858958284995409412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/07/while-we-were-in-dallas-jason-and-i-had.html' title='Obedience'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-3678970042895813682</id><published>2011-07-09T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T15:51:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in the life: Catching Up (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just got back from Dallas yesterday from a week long conference for our denomination. Sean was asked to lead worship and I was asked to be a part of it. We led worship every morning and evening. It was fun doing music every day and living in a hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uY6RXrKsgs8/ThjajIOF2AI/AAAAAAAABhA/LMX_j1SBRsc/s400/photo%255B5%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627488031436298242" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G5XyNn7-_wk/Thjai5NytZI/AAAAAAAABgw/SSLsSPQD8CA/s400/photo%255B2%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627488027408512402" /&gt;The big kids got to stay with their cousins. We are so blessed to have such great family. They had such a great time and it was such a reminder to thank God that we all live close to one another.  Jason and I took Madi with us (who, by the way, is 5 months old!) and really got time to bond with her a little more. &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34n08xSEpEs/ThjajVsZLLI/AAAAAAAABhI/sLZpv-OmtX8/s400/photo%255B4%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627488035053055154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy's Girl &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Fy7sqG6UU/ThjairAV1NI/AAAAAAAABgo/dg9XQWpl4xo/s400/photo%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627488023593997522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Madi and her "Aunt" Rachel. :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really needed for us and felt a little like a vacation. The staff at River City is like family to us. I am so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hg7Tk-YKDnY/ThjajAqHplI/AAAAAAAABg4/gWmrkpqe7pE/s400/photo%255B3%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627488029406373458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A few things on my mind these days:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson is starting kinder soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music. Music. Music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discipline in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Focus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacrifice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heartbroken children. I want to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being more diligent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaching more for the kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being thankful for my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New meal ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There always seems to be something I'm thinking about. The cycle never ends. :) I don't suppose it ever well or that I even want it to.&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/27869977-3678970042895813682?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3678970042895813682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=3678970042895813682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3678970042895813682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3678970042895813682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-in-life-catching-up-part-2.html' title='A week in the life: Catching Up (part 2)'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uY6RXrKsgs8/ThjajIOF2AI/AAAAAAAABhA/LMX_j1SBRsc/s72-c/photo%255B5%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8454520970830141179</id><published>2011-07-05T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:18:17.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18293823&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=ff7700"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18293823&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=ff7700" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;   &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/twentyfourbit/mumford-sons-home-untitled"&gt;Mumford &amp;amp; Sons - "Home/Untitled" (Live on KBCO)&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/twentyfourbit"&gt;TwentyFourBit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Mumford &amp;amp; Sons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8454520970830141179?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8454520970830141179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8454520970830141179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8454520970830141179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8454520970830141179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4155140334327238060</id><published>2011-07-05T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:44:21.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in the life: Catching up</title><content type='html'>My "A week in the life" idea seemed good at the time and then I got busy. Goodness gracious...things never slow down. Did I really just say "goodness gracious"? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was just like any other Saturday for our family. I made waffles, went grocery shopping and did laundry. We had Sean &amp;amp; Lauri over for swimming and dinner. Ryan, Lauren and Jonathan joined too. Ryan cheats at games. Don't ever play with that boy. The end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got over my bitterness over the game cheater I realized I had better things to worry about and then it was Sunday.  Sunday mornings in our house start at 5:30....AM.  Ugh...it's an even bigger UGH when you have 3 kids to get up and ready. However, we manage and it never seems to phase them until about 2:00 that afternoon when they sleep for 2 hours.  Worship went great that morning. I love leading worship and I adore seeing people experience the Lord. What a gift. Sean started a new series that morning called "When God Chooses You" and spoke about Abraham. I am truly excited for this series and can't wait for it to unfold.  After church on Sunday we got home, did more laundry, packed the kids up and headed to drop them off at Aaron and Bre's for a week. I was sad to see them go, but they just kind of half hugged me and went upstairs to play like it was Disney Land.  Bre's house is magical. :)  When I got home that night I realized I hadn't even started packing for Jason and I. So what did I do? I stayed up until midnight washing clothes and cleaning my house. My parents always cleaned before they went on vacation. I used to hate that and now...well, now my house is clean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got up early on Monday and left for Dallas at 6:30am. I am now sitting in a LOVELY hotel and just finished up with the 1st worship set of the week. We are at our denominations General Conference.  There are pastors and leaders here from all over the country and Sean was asked to lead worship.   Madi is with us, but it's nice to have a bit of a breather for a week.  Tonight we'll be leading worship again and hanging with the staff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times, good times. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4155140334327238060?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4155140334327238060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4155140334327238060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4155140334327238060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4155140334327238060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-in-life-catching-up.html' title='A week in the life: Catching up'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-2977804196115510625</id><published>2011-07-01T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:05:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in the life: Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw this on someones blog recently. I thought I'd do it for a week, record what happens in my day and look back on it in 5 years and laugh.  Maybe you'll join me. :) Plus, it gives you a reason to blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I woke up at 6:20 to Madi crying. After feeding her a bottle,  I feel back asleep for maybe 20 minutes. Jason left for work early, so I got up to start a load of laundry. I decided to snuggle with the kids a bit before we started the craziness of getting out of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I actually made my bed too. It instantly changes how my room feels, so I like doing it. Madi is getting 2 teeth in and was fussy this morning, but I had to take a shower and just let her cry it out in her bouncy chair.  Jackson had Creative Arts Camp at the church today at 9:00am and we were running late. I quickly blow dried my hair and left 10 till 9:00 to find that I had 9 miles left in my Expedition. Lovely.  We quickly got gas, swung by McDonald's for breakfast and made it to the church a little after 9:00. Thank God a friend of mine was outside to take Jackson in because as I was driving in to the church my iced tea fell over on me and the front seat.  Since we are leaving on Monday I figured it might be good to vacuum out the car anyway. The girls and I went up the street, cleaned the car out and went back to the church to wrap up some things for Sunday and to watch Jackson's performance from his camp.  The kids did such a great job and he loved every part of it.  There was a hotdog celebration afterwards that I helped serve at and then we left because the kids were melting down.  The kids are finally laying down to take naps and I am getting ready to send out a few emails to my worship team and get my creative juices flowing for a new series we're starting up at River City.  I've promised the kids later that we will go for a swim when they wake up and then to the church to watch "How To Train Your Dragon" on the big screens. Jason will be home later this afternoon and I have got to get some laundry done before we leave for Dallas on Monday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, that's a day in my life. Nothing too exciting! Ha!  What's yours look like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-2977804196115510625?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2977804196115510625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=2977804196115510625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/2977804196115510625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/2977804196115510625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-in-life-friday.html' title='A week in the life: Friday'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1159747007593562293</id><published>2011-06-21T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:57:42.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The random things I love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love random posts.  They actually show who you actually are.  So I thought I'd just do a random post about the things I love. Some of the things I use right now and some of the things, I'd like to use...or have. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use this stuff all the time. I will venture outside of Covergirl often, but I always go back to it. Love, love, love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijfAeOFhpY4/TgD-J8Fxp9I/AAAAAAAABgA/QTn80-5Xphs/s1600/queen_collection_lip_gloss_1.jpg" 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: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijfAeOFhpY4/TgD-J8Fxp9I/AAAAAAAABgA/QTn80-5Xphs/s400/queen_collection_lip_gloss_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620771781661009874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hair has gotten pretty long these days. I was having a horrific time combing it out after my showers and I felt like I was using a ton of conditioner. Problem is, while I have a lot of hair, it's super fine. So, I don't like using a lot of conditioner that will make my hair oily. Instead, I bought this and use it on the ends. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wLfDd2uRGA/TgD-J6vj_xI/AAAAAAAABf4/yQ3p_nmaYgI/s1600/garnier" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wLfDd2uRGA/TgD-J6vj_xI/AAAAAAAABf4/yQ3p_nmaYgI/s400/garnier" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620771781299404562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=21191739&amp;amp;catId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;pushId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS&amp;amp;popId=JEWELRYACCESSORIES&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;navCount=0&amp;amp;color=070&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true&amp;amp;subCategoryId=JEWELRY-EARRINGS-METAL"&gt;these.&lt;/a&gt; love them. So, so very much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't I need this chair from Anthropologie? Gasp. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75JO-MT3R_g/TgEAI8r7xTI/AAAAAAAABgI/WPgaHd_8mrg/s400/Picture%2B1_2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620773963664442674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;I have been looking for a cute maxi dress that would fit my body.  I love this one from Old Navy. I do NOT look good in the v-neck style. This one comes in lots of sizes...but best of all, it comes "tall". You seriously have no idea how hard it is for me to find clothes for my 5'10 frame. I am tall &amp;amp; not a size 6. I love the top of this dress, the waist of this dress...all of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AXdPbwI-Neg/TgECVIg_4dI/AAAAAAAABgQ/_dFcI55MlXA/s400/on871185-00vliv01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620776372021486034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while I would never wear (well, because it's a romper),  I would totally put my girls in it. :) And it's on sale for $10 at Old Navy. I may need to get them matching ones! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MHyazhbd1-Q/TgEEs06LYYI/AAAAAAAABgY/DlIIDSlnf-o/s400/on836108-02vliv01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620778978098504066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1159747007593562293?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1159747007593562293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1159747007593562293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1159747007593562293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1159747007593562293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-things-i-love.html' title='The random things I love.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijfAeOFhpY4/TgD-J8Fxp9I/AAAAAAAABgA/QTn80-5Xphs/s72-c/queen_collection_lip_gloss_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5895081592798341526</id><published>2011-06-20T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:11:35.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>A week in the Hill Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We house sat last week for our friends Willy &amp;amp; Rachel. They live out in the Hill Country and we love their house, so we took them up on it and said yes. I ended up getting sick, blah, but it was still really relaxing and fun to go out there. The kids loved the hot tub and being outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjTeePYNj1s/Tf_eXktJ3OI/AAAAAAAABfY/0KXPK8p3n5c/s400/IMG_1604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455356553092322" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaccdb_31bg/Tf_eYIU_ktI/AAAAAAAABfo/qSiWTuaSIWo/s400/IMG_1611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455366115431122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They were mad when we left.  Especially because they got to play however long they wanted to and run around wherever they wanted to. They would probably get hit by cars on our street. It was a treat. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6n6r3C8QV0/Tf_eYnbRZBI/AAAAAAAABfw/-mXWY3xNqu4/s400/IMG_1608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455374463263762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We sat on their deck almost every night...even when I got sick. Jason was definitely relaxed....and on his phone. I have a habit of teasing him about his phone..of course, that's how I took this picture. ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehVeMe9zJxc/Tf_eXwWC9cI/AAAAAAAABfg/cL2iu6vDjSM/s400/IMG_1605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620455359677396418" /&gt;And seriously, the sunsets. Wow.  Such an enjoyable week. Loving our summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5895081592798341526?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5895081592798341526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5895081592798341526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5895081592798341526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5895081592798341526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-in-hill-country.html' title='A week in the Hill Country'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gjTeePYNj1s/Tf_eXktJ3OI/AAAAAAAABfY/0KXPK8p3n5c/s72-c/IMG_1604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5462542991210578061</id><published>2011-06-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T07:24:50.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm home sick today. I have some sort of cold/flu...except by the way I woke up you would think I was dying.  Jason says I am dramatic. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep replaying some things in my mind. Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;I should probably take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;I really want some chocolate covered raisins.&lt;br /&gt;When is nap time?&lt;br /&gt;I need a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Am I dying?&lt;br /&gt;Stop being dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;I like the color pink a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do yard work.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;There is no food in my house.&lt;br /&gt;I should go to HEB.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I need some new music.&lt;br /&gt;And movies.&lt;br /&gt;I love movies.&lt;br /&gt;Reagan is about to send me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;It needs to rain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pray...&lt;br /&gt;Pray...pray...pray...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dang it, I forgot to call that lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much what goes through my mind when I sit alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5462542991210578061?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5462542991210578061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5462542991210578061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5462542991210578061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5462542991210578061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-2657948315953451870</id><published>2011-06-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:50:33.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up. All of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYHtD1jfKX0/Tfgq-glWKOI/AAAAAAAABfQ/8kT1rBNSSRA/s1600/IMG_3755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYHtD1jfKX0/Tfgq-glWKOI/AAAAAAAABfQ/8kT1rBNSSRA/s400/IMG_3755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618287788531525858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had to happen? 5 years just flashed before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Savoring every moment this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to good music.&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Making homemade popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;Making music.&lt;br /&gt;Praying more.&lt;br /&gt;Taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every. single. day.&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/27869977-2657948315953451870?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2657948315953451870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=2657948315953451870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/2657948315953451870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/2657948315953451870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/growing-up-all-of-us.html' title='Growing up. All of us.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYHtD1jfKX0/Tfgq-glWKOI/AAAAAAAABfQ/8kT1rBNSSRA/s72-c/IMG_3755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1026700309087843891</id><published>2011-06-10T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:18:15.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The summer before Jackson starts kindergarten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv3giGMKiFk/TfKJZ1RUmJI/AAAAAAAABe4/VPr6oruNhaA/s400/250395_10150194151702701_635487700_7073894_828154_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616702762173896850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last summer before Reagan is 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oBOR0Y_DOYE/TfKJZh--ZTI/AAAAAAAABew/D5rQiA_rj3w/s400/reagan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616702756996670770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madi's first summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPqdKBIwxXM/TfKJ6SiT_xI/AAAAAAAABfA/hUezFsVnFnY/s400/IMG_4813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616703319785602834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I wouldn't change any of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1026700309087843891?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1026700309087843891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1026700309087843891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1026700309087843891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1026700309087843891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv3giGMKiFk/TfKJZ1RUmJI/AAAAAAAABe4/VPr6oruNhaA/s72-c/250395_10150194151702701_635487700_7073894_828154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-3141552000250542925</id><published>2011-06-06T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:16:57.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being lazy</title><content type='html'>We started watching Felicity. I got the whole series a few years ago and never finished it. I decided to start it today and Jason joined in. So, we started from the beginning.  We have pretty much been sitting around since 10:30 watching episode after episode. This never happens.  We don't just sit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rather enjoying it if I do say so myself.  It's funny how watching a show that I haven't seen in 10+ years takes on a whole new meaning in my life.  I watched Felicity when I was in high school. I feel so grown up now.  I was a lot like Felicity. Except for the smart, curly-haired girl part. We are only in season one, but right now she's desperate and obsessive. Sadly, I think I was a little too like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so much better now that I am married.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like sitting and doing nothing. We've needed more days like this.  Our life can be crazy sometimes. I've been really reminded of slowing down lately and what that looks like for me. God is kind of hitting me upside the head about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may get through Season 1 today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-3141552000250542925?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3141552000250542925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=3141552000250542925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3141552000250542925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3141552000250542925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-started-watching-felicity.html' title='Being lazy'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8805329551673709432</id><published>2011-06-05T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:03:39.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'd like to live in Anthropologie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I decided that I'd like to live in Anthropologie. If I can't live there all the time, then maybe it could by my summer home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lamp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLBKEnbYVkU/TewhZ-NDOmI/AAAAAAAABeo/lheX_SHoVh8/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG" 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: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLBKEnbYVkU/TewhZ-NDOmI/AAAAAAAABeo/lheX_SHoVh8/s400/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614899565502347874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this chair. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lA8Kan-IV-I/TewhZpAit7I/AAAAAAAABeg/X0VucnTH2jA/s1600/IMG_1514.JPG" 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: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lA8Kan-IV-I/TewhZpAit7I/AAAAAAAABeg/X0VucnTH2jA/s400/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614899559812741042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But since both of these items together would mean no food for Madi, Reagan &amp;amp; Jack for 3 months, that is not happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I have my eye on making &lt;a href="http://crafterhours.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-sew-projects.html"&gt;this pillow&lt;/a&gt; soon... :) And &lt;a href="http://ericandlele.blogspot.com/2010/11/tutorial-anthropologie-inspired-fabric.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will...I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I also scared the sales lady as I was walking around taking pictures. It was either that or the huge freaky smile on my face while I did it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8805329551673709432?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8805329551673709432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8805329551673709432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8805329551673709432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8805329551673709432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-id-like-to-live-in-anthropology.html' title='Why I&apos;d like to live in Anthropologie'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLBKEnbYVkU/TewhZ-NDOmI/AAAAAAAABeo/lheX_SHoVh8/s72-c/IMG_1519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-310119980169545224</id><published>2011-06-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T13:14:18.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past 4 Months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madison Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious baby girl. Sweet joy. Calm. Beautiful. Peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tF_f5WSQGc/TelAMx_q1hI/AAAAAAAABeE/Y1t0nnncJL4/s400/IMG_1452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614088998817027602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is everything that describes Madi Joy.  We have had such an enjoyable 4 months with her. She's a pretty good sleeper. She still isn't consistently sleeping through the night, but it's not hard on me this time around.  She loves to smile, laugh, eat bananas, see her brother &amp;amp; sister, her daddy and she loves music. She always falls asleep to it. She loves to be on the floor and have space. She talks a lot...she's a girl after my own heart.   I have her up at the church with me ALL the time and she loves everyone. The most easy going baby of ours. Love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jVlHuaAj8s/Tek_B1F5VSI/AAAAAAAABd8/WObte22q754/s400/IMG_1451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614087711158261026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life as a mom of 3 has been an adjustment. I love it and I am so glad I had them so close together, but I'd be lying if I said it doesn't have it's challenges! ha. They are also still very little, so I am sure that has a lot to do with it. Thankfully she is such a great baby so it's not too bad. I am faced to slow down more every day lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things I've learned....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Be very intentional with spending quality time with each of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have to be a better planner if I want sanity.  For example: Do not take trips to HEB with all 3 of them if your pantry is COMPLETELY empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*You will not have a perfect house and when it is clean it stays like that for one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Take breaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Go out alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Go out on a regular date with Jason. A must. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This is a season. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-310119980169545224?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/310119980169545224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=310119980169545224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/310119980169545224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/310119980169545224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/past-4-months.html' title='The Past 4 Months.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0tF_f5WSQGc/TelAMx_q1hI/AAAAAAAABeE/Y1t0nnncJL4/s72-c/IMG_1452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-680470079431754939</id><published>2011-06-01T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:44:49.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Wednesday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yogurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sprinklers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time out. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little divas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little cowboys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dollar Store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSrq0pH9LiA/TeZQOd-BcwI/AAAAAAAABd0/P0y4TCDSfP0/s400/IMG_1502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613262195057062658" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Wednesday.&lt;br /&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/27869977-680470079431754939?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/680470079431754939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=680470079431754939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/680470079431754939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/680470079431754939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-wednesday-happy-trails.html' title='Happy Wednesday'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSrq0pH9LiA/TeZQOd-BcwI/AAAAAAAABd0/P0y4TCDSfP0/s72-c/IMG_1502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1934330745922407135</id><published>2011-05-31T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:36:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Italian Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBVry56zJPY/TeV7SZOodHI/AAAAAAAABds/wwhbpo7fBc4/s400/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613028066527310962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn turned 25 last week. ;-)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This birthday had to be special for her. You don't turn 25 every year. Okay...she's not 25, but she's not 55 either. I'll leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's definitely a rarity that Jenn gets to show up and do nothing. She is usually in charge of planning all the parties, cooking and baking all the food, sewing gifts, using her amazing hospitality skills and doing it all with a smile and grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be like her when I grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what do friends do? They call all their friends together and throw one big Italian dinner party. For appetizers there was caprese salad, artichoke dip, fresh bread &amp;amp; dipping oil and much more. On top of that we had 2 main italian dishes and lava cakes for dessert. Lovely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FDgBBOS8XE/TeV7SW9ASPI/AAAAAAAABdk/p3dEHksBXqw/s400/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613028065916504306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love having people in our home and I actually did not freak out (TOO MUCH) when my air went out.  Ha. Jenn is a gift and blessing to so many. Celebrating her with friends and food was the least we could do.&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/27869977-1934330745922407135?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1934330745922407135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1934330745922407135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1934330745922407135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1934330745922407135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/05/italian-birthday.html' title='An Italian Birthday'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBVry56zJPY/TeV7SZOodHI/AAAAAAAABds/wwhbpo7fBc4/s72-c/IMG_1492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4445035988456689661</id><published>2011-05-28T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:47:06.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson turns 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today Jackson turned 5  years old. Last night we sat on my bed talking about how it felt like we just brought him home. I told him how proud of him I was. His daddy talked about how he used to put him in bed with us every morning at 6am. We told him how we prayed for him to love music and to have a heart for God.  When we woke up this morning I found him in his room already dressed, playing with his Buzz and new Build-a-bear. He was ready for his 5th birthday. He was ready to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VqCoxexA1A/TeGlI17t6uI/AAAAAAAABdU/d7t6rLjkcqM/s400/photo%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611948182015437538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jackson graduating Pre-K on Thursday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy has not been ready to celebrate. My heart somewhat dropped when I realized he was turning 5. 5 is only 5 years away from 10. "5" means Kindergarten. "5" means XS in the BOYS section! "5" means...big boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZFc5OQJCUA/TeGlI6KV9aI/AAAAAAAABdc/gN-uDo1tJuY/s400/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611948183150523810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jackson getting his new bike today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Jackson. I love his joyful life. His passion to learn God's word. His love for people, his toys, sonic drinks, taking baths, his cousins, his sisters, his daddy. I love that he loves me. I love our trips to Heb, the dollar store, Target. I love that he loves spaghetti and cucumbers...and juice boxes. I love that he loves birthday's and wants to celebrate...even when I have to talk to him a million times about not having to have presents. ;-) I love that he's mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson turning 5 is just another reminder that God is good and that God loves. Jackson blesses me everyday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Jackson David. Happy Birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4445035988456689661?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4445035988456689661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4445035988456689661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4445035988456689661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4445035988456689661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/05/jackson-turns-5.html' title='Jackson turns 5'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VqCoxexA1A/TeGlI17t6uI/AAAAAAAABdU/d7t6rLjkcqM/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6526354512455597101</id><published>2011-05-18T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:06:28.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness plus a little bit of crazy</title><content type='html'>Jackson has his preschool graduation next week. I've already cried 4 times this week thinking about him starting kindergarten. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madi is the best baby ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reagan is seriously going to make me stronger woman. I keep telling myself all the good things that will come out of raising her. Of course, my hopes and prayers are that she is one of those "good things". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do love Reagan. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really loving the Hillsong United album, "Aftermath". Check it out. It's good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my friends. A lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandparents keep asking me to record a song for them. Before they die. They actually used those words. So, now I feel bad. It'd probably be fun to to do that though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rearranged again. But this time it's staying. I mean that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love my kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love my church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I REALLY love and adore my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so good. He is above all else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been having the creative itch like crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking has become my friend. I have 4 new recipes I must share with you soon.  Also, I am joining a cooking group that my neighbor is hosting!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quite watching American Idol. I'm mad at America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm teaching voice lessons again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. Laugh. Dance. Laugh at yourself for dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end. &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/27869977-6526354512455597101?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6526354512455597101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6526354512455597101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6526354512455597101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6526354512455597101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/05/randomness-plus-little-bit-of-crazy.html' title='Randomness plus a little bit of crazy'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6592411412644304085</id><published>2011-05-18T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:19:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVnYegOP8Yc/TdQp4QXO8YI/AAAAAAAABdE/Qzwn_SsEZnA/s1600/IMG_0912.JPG" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVnYegOP8Yc/TdQp4QXO8YI/AAAAAAAABdE/Qzwn_SsEZnA/s400/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608153482424938882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-6592411412644304085?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6592411412644304085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6592411412644304085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6592411412644304085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6592411412644304085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/05/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVnYegOP8Yc/TdQp4QXO8YI/AAAAAAAABdE/Qzwn_SsEZnA/s72-c/IMG_0912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-3980389674210630643</id><published>2011-05-15T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:20:37.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Song</title><content type='html'>I wanted to start this up again. I love music. I can't deny that it speaks to me more than most things.  And usually I gravitate to songs that describe where I am at in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is pretty key for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bd2nAWoS_j0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. I'm learning a lot about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to trust.&lt;br /&gt;To pray more.&lt;br /&gt;To be intentional.&lt;br /&gt;To love more.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive more.&lt;br /&gt;Learning to Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Have patience.&lt;br /&gt;To laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;Seek.&lt;br /&gt;Learning to share.&lt;br /&gt;Fear less.&lt;br /&gt;Care less.&lt;br /&gt;Just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Let Go.&lt;br /&gt;Eat less.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise more.&lt;br /&gt;Drink water.&lt;br /&gt;Wear sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;Learning to choose my battles.&lt;br /&gt;Turn my phone off.&lt;br /&gt;Submit.&lt;br /&gt;Talk less.&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;Be aware.&lt;br /&gt;Admit.&lt;br /&gt;Say no.&lt;br /&gt;Say yes.&lt;br /&gt;Wear dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Eat more fiber.&lt;br /&gt;Learning the Word.&lt;br /&gt;To be stretched.&lt;br /&gt;To take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;To breathe.&lt;br /&gt;To walk.&lt;br /&gt;To live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-3980389674210630643?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3980389674210630643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=3980389674210630643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3980389674210630643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3980389674210630643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday-song.html' title='Sunday Song'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bd2nAWoS_j0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-561231397261487205</id><published>2011-05-14T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:14:39.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV2YnIsOzJ8/Tc828Lj0D8I/AAAAAAAABc8/_g9jS01WGns/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-12%2Bat%2B16.18%2B%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV2YnIsOzJ8/Tc828Lj0D8I/AAAAAAAABc8/_g9jS01WGns/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-12%2Bat%2B16.18%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606760468622610370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-561231397261487205?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/561231397261487205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=561231397261487205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/561231397261487205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/561231397261487205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/05/madi.html' title='Madi'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gV2YnIsOzJ8/Tc828Lj0D8I/AAAAAAAABc8/_g9jS01WGns/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-12%2Bat%2B16.18%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-7150692328472232378</id><published>2011-05-10T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:04:16.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you pray for. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We went to Guadalupe State Park yesterday with Aaron &amp;amp; Bre. Love my family. I love that we all consider each other friends and not "just family". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Madi's first trip to the river. It's memories like this that I will cherish forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to Pastor Sean today and telling him how I prayed for each of my children when I was pregnant. It was amazing to me how God gave me exactly what I prayed for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madi Joy. I prayed for joy and peace. Her first day at the River was pretty much that...and really every day. She is my joy and peace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cD_fAD9qeyA/TcmjzWbOa5I/AAAAAAAABcg/84Qmu15EpAs/s400/photo%255B4%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605191313827720082" /&gt;Reagan Elizabeth. My leader. Boy...did he come through on that one!  And, of course, we can't have a picture on here without Reagan crying. She was mad that there was no mustard on her sandwich. Poor child (ha!)...but seriously a leader. One day she'll learn to channel all of that to what God calls her to do.  Praying her strong desire to&lt;i&gt; demand &lt;/i&gt;will one day bring Godly leadership &amp;amp; vision to others....&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lWMab6ksMr4/Tcmjy9AaYDI/AAAAAAAABcY/AbR1MdWPxAs/s400/photo%255B3%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605191307004370994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson David.  That he would have a heart &amp;amp; passion for God, music and people. (Seriously, in that order too) My fun, loving boy. Always up for a day of fun. Always willing to smile and lend a helping hand. Always ready to be with people and a strong desire to know God's word...My little worship rockstar. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j3iiFGkknTA/Tcmjy0moHMI/AAAAAAAABcQ/EH6Ak0sYqAs/s400/photo%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605191304748735682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The responsibility is heavy on us. We prayed for these things and now we must teach them and let God lead the way.  Being a parent may not be easy all the time, but the fruit of my children's lives will be rewarding &amp;amp; exciting to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a miracle it is to see how God has worked through those prayers. So blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-7150692328472232378?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7150692328472232378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=7150692328472232378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7150692328472232378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7150692328472232378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/05/be-careful-what-you-pray-for.html' title='Be careful what you pray for. ;)'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cD_fAD9qeyA/TcmjzWbOa5I/AAAAAAAABcg/84Qmu15EpAs/s72-c/photo%255B4%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-7401949987480690334</id><published>2011-05-04T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:06:55.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas &amp; other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycXu4IMsv00/TcF5UEbC6hI/AAAAAAAABcA/_eVTA9Mk8jU/s1600/photo%255B1%255D.JPG" 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: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycXu4IMsv00/TcF5UEbC6hI/AAAAAAAABcA/_eVTA9Mk8jU/s400/photo%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602892797117131282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Las Vegas. Thank you for hosting Women of Faith. Women of Faith...THANK YOU FOR HOSTING US!!! &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. What an incredible time it was.  Women of Faith gave us such an incredible gift.  I have to admit that I was more moved by them more than I ever expected to be. A much needed time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson's 5th birthday is coming up. I don't even know how to process this. I feel like locking every door and never letting him go to school. I know that would be bad and really unhealthy, but it just seems so crazy to me that he is going to be going to kindergarten. Especially when that means that I'm going to be getting older every year.  ;-) I sure do love this boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GcV7OHQWkEU/TcF5T_qAwpI/AAAAAAAABb4/s_IasVtUWOc/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602892795837727378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In all seriousness, he will love school. Just like I did. Well, if he's like me it will be more about the "friends" than the "learning" part he will love.  I don't even want to think about what that will look like for Reagan.  Lord, help us all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May is a very busy month for us, but I am so blessed to see God moving around and in me. I've been so convicted about some things lately. I want to share them, but I need some more time to process them. God is definitely giving me a new perspective on some things in life.  My ultimate take away is that it's ALL FOR HIM.  My dreams and hopes are nothing if they are not His dreams and hopes for me.  I'll hopefully share more soon...if I get the courage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, here is my lesson of the week that I leave you with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Keep an eye on these 2. They are likely to steal your chocolate bunnies and eat them in hiding. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toexdpgdlmg/TcF5T-c45gI/AAAAAAAABbw/7JcRMsUiWtw/s400/photo%255B2%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602892795514250754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&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/27869977-7401949987480690334?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7401949987480690334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=7401949987480690334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7401949987480690334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7401949987480690334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/05/las-vegas-other-things.html' title='Las Vegas &amp; other things'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycXu4IMsv00/TcF5UEbC6hI/AAAAAAAABcA/_eVTA9Mk8jU/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4424211201348478538</id><published>2011-04-26T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:05:09.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But before I leave for Las Vegas....</title><content type='html'>Going to Las Vegas Thursday for &lt;a href="http://www.womenoffaith.com/events/2011-events/las-vegas/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be spending time with 2 lovely ladies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to a great weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before that, I will....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to lunch with this &lt;a href="http://ourstorycontinued.blogspot.com/2011/04/autism-revisited.html"&gt;beautiful girl&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit on the couch with my hubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teach a voice lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up at 6:30am to do a Bible study with some wonderful ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do The Shred. (Day 3!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wash my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn a new song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about my &lt;a href="http://www.reallife.org"&gt;awesome church&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drink more water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Become even more addicted to my iPhone than I already am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss my babies goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss my husband goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And get on a plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to it. :) &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/27869977-4424211201348478538?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4424211201348478538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4424211201348478538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4424211201348478538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4424211201348478538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/04/but-before-i-leave-for-las-vegas.html' title='But before I leave for Las Vegas....'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1473763831781330314</id><published>2011-04-19T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:37:16.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you doing Sunday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWi8ch8c5RI/Ta4K3try8-I/AAAAAAAABbg/IKV86WSR1T4/s400/Easter-Graphic-Postcard5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597423339140477922" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gG6VPTd5fpY/Ta4K-oCL8PI/AAAAAAAABbo/ozQBLq5qahI/s400/Easter-Invite-Back.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597423457882861810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our God is a God of 2nd chances. He's a forgiving God. He's a loving God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of those things are what brought me to finding Him. I am thanking Him every day for giving me a second chance at life and not walking down a path of destruction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you need a second chance in? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your marriage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With your kids? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your finances?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your choices? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your LIFE? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come, join us. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1473763831781330314?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1473763831781330314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1473763831781330314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1473763831781330314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1473763831781330314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-are-you-doing-sunday.html' title='What are you doing Sunday?'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWi8ch8c5RI/Ta4K3try8-I/AAAAAAAABbg/IKV86WSR1T4/s72-c/Easter-Graphic-Postcard5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8221875767218272966</id><published>2011-04-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:18:07.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;God is so good. Incredibly good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is not until Thursday, but my sweet husband surprised me today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhFP3KTK4zk/TausdRo6sYI/AAAAAAAABbY/vMYQhO9rjpw/s1600/x2_592d1a5.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhFP3KTK4zk/TausdRo6sYI/AAAAAAAABbY/vMYQhO9rjpw/s400/x2_592d1a5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596756580889178498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there's more. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also surprised by my Momma, my sweet in-laws and Aaron &amp;amp; Bre. More on that tomorrow. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I want to brag on my husband. I have been eyeing one of these from &lt;a href="http://thevintagepearl.com"&gt;The Vintage Pearl&lt;/a&gt; for over a year now. He never even knew I wanted one. A mutual friend of ours that I don't believe I ever mentioned it to, that lives far away, suggested him looking at it for me. Craziness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or he just knows me really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go with that.  :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Jason Christopher Powers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8221875767218272966?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8221875767218272966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8221875767218272966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8221875767218272966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8221875767218272966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhFP3KTK4zk/TausdRo6sYI/AAAAAAAABbY/vMYQhO9rjpw/s72-c/x2_592d1a5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6022339762005309444</id><published>2011-04-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:27:00.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My red door dream</title><content type='html'>So you all liked the 1st red. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good choice. Me too. :)  I have decided that I will paint my front door red.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also decided that I will try and talk Jason into painting our trim and staining our deck....and...to clean the garage out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe not. It's all in my dreams that this would happen in one day.  AND since it would be &lt;i&gt;a dream&lt;/i&gt;, I would also get a mani-pedi, hire a maid and have a 2 year old that doesn't throw confetti eggs all over my house. Or wear my new red(ish) lipstick. (It's not quite red, but it's not pink either. It makes my lips look REALLY good though!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while I am thinking about it, I would also have a personal cook to help me lose another 35 lbs. And a trainer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, a trainer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also, &lt;i&gt;in my dreams&lt;/i&gt;, have a Starbucks Skinny Vanilla Latte waiting for me every morning. All my clothes would be dry cleaned and my car would smell like lavender and not like week old chicken nuggets that I found in the 3rd row of my SUV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also have someone type all my emails and blog posts while laying on the couch eating delicious, chocolate covered strawberries and drinking sweet ice tea...all the while never gaining one lb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is all in &lt;i&gt;my dreams&lt;/i&gt;....;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My front door WILL be painted red though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-6022339762005309444?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6022339762005309444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6022339762005309444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6022339762005309444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6022339762005309444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-red-door-dream.html' title='My red door dream'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5292037206373346622</id><published>2011-04-13T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:16:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging...maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that I can say I'm back to blogging. I love writing down all that's going on. I wish I did it more and I'm going to commit to doing it at least once a week..hopefully more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going well. Baby is beautiful. Madi is still the best baby to date. I do not kid. She is even sleeping through the night. God is merciful, I tell you!! We moved her to her crib and she loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Reagan is not so much the BEST 2 year old ever. I have other words to describe how she makes me feel, but they wouldn't be very nice. I do not kid. I hope it really is a stage. Please Lord. I am reminding myself daily to be calm and collected. For example: Today she cracked all the confetti easter eggs in the garage I had been saving. All of them. All over the garage. Every little piece of confetti flying across the garage...every. little piece. AHHhhh!!! I did not stay very calm and collected. I tried though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting busy again. Jason is busy again. We are finding a balance though. I am learning to say "NO!" and stick to my decisions. I've decided that I want to redo my kitchen and paint my front door red. Also, I like making my bed every day and have started to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are the most new, random things I could think of to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh AND that I like Casey and Paul on American Idol. I know Paul has the whole "Jack Sparrow swagger" thing going on, but I think he's a bit cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which red do you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOWm846rh34/TaYSR99nT2I/AAAAAAAABbQ/-O9TLOeJ1EY/s1600/14-TulipRed-0209-xlg-64044465.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOWm846rh34/TaYSR99nT2I/AAAAAAAABbQ/-O9TLOeJ1EY/s400/14-TulipRed-0209-xlg-64044465.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595179686954487650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNqLixy1BtQ/TaYSRrNauMI/AAAAAAAABbI/lQ9g5K18_Uo/s400/10-MoroccanRed-0209-xlg-1967332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595179681920497858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5292037206373346622?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5292037206373346622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5292037206373346622' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5292037206373346622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5292037206373346622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-bloggingmaybe.html' title='Back to blogging...maybe'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOWm846rh34/TaYSR99nT2I/AAAAAAAABbQ/-O9TLOeJ1EY/s72-c/14-TulipRed-0209-xlg-64044465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8874231597249380294</id><published>2011-04-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:44:07.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy April Fool's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no jokes to tell here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do have a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wl_SkeaErXg/TZXxvUjSt1I/AAAAAAAABbA/ALshFnZ8Jeo/s400/photo%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590640307723220818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Happy April Fool's Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8874231597249380294?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8874231597249380294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8874231597249380294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8874231597249380294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8874231597249380294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fool&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wl_SkeaErXg/TZXxvUjSt1I/AAAAAAAABbA/ALshFnZ8Jeo/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-733528681045995558</id><published>2011-03-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:53:25.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure what to title this...and other things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCCh2a8bPRo/TY4LqypeRAI/AAAAAAAABa4/F7WlCJqqEJk/s1600/IMG_1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCCh2a8bPRo/TY4LqypeRAI/AAAAAAAABa4/F7WlCJqqEJk/s400/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588417017391498242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write a post about our anniversary and then didn't. Then I was going to write a post about Madison and realized she'll be 2 months old next week, so I could wait on that...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I thought, "Oh I know..I'll just write about what it is like to be a family of 5"....and then I freaked myself out a little bit just thinking about it and turned my computer off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not really. I just figured I could say a lot of those things in one post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anniversary - We celebrated 7 years last Sunday, March 20th. It was an awesome celebration too. Jason surprised me with a new Pandora bracelet AND Fossil watch. He spoils me. A lot. But he also knows that those 2 things meant a lot to me since they were both previously stolen.  I gave him some cowboy boots. Well, he went with me to pick them out, but it was my idea.  I was a little surprised at this, but since then he has already worn them to Gruene Hall, like every good cowboy does, AND he now has a twang to his voice.  I've been waiting for this our whole marriage. ;)  I love and adore my husband. I love and adore our journey together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison - Actually, I will save this post for next week. She will be 2 months and that is a milestone around here. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life with 3 kids - Well, it's good. No, it's better than "good", it's amazing. I have to admit that I was very scared to see what would happen with 3 children, but so far it's been more than I could have ever imagined.  Jason and I both feel like our family is exactly how God wants it.  I know for Jason it was even scarier to imagine 3 children, but he has said multiple times that he can't imagine it any other way.  Reagan &amp;amp; Jackson both adore Madison. It's nice to have 2 little helpers too. Of course, Madison is the perfect baby, but more on that later.  I am adjusting pretty well. I have my moments of craziness, but I was like that before kids too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason and I have been so aware of the blessings God has given us. We have been bombarded and humbled by his gifts of love and provision in our lives.  Seriously.  Amen. Hallelujah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-733528681045995558?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/733528681045995558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=733528681045995558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/733528681045995558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/733528681045995558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-sure-what-to-title-thisand-other.html' title='Not sure what to title this...and other things.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCCh2a8bPRo/TY4LqypeRAI/AAAAAAAABa4/F7WlCJqqEJk/s72-c/IMG_1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-3940342285242626942</id><published>2011-03-17T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:50:38.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKNmTDVvpi8/TYJzyDNSy2I/AAAAAAAABaw/2w1RzpskZI0/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585153791584553826" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lGj7-lAfgEg/TYJzx1DOWdI/AAAAAAAABao/g_JNp7_Um94/s400/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585153787784223186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Old Celtic Blessing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May the blessing of light be on you—&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;light without and light within.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May the blessed sunlight shine on you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and warm your heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;till it glows like a great peat fire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/27869977-3940342285242626942?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3940342285242626942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=3940342285242626942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3940342285242626942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3940342285242626942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKNmTDVvpi8/TYJzyDNSy2I/AAAAAAAABaw/2w1RzpskZI0/s72-c/IMG_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6849360163950724193</id><published>2011-03-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:49:34.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 6 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm back!!!!!  Well, the Mac is back. A new one and I have named her this time...as well as taken pictures and writing down the serial number for it. ;-)  Her name is Tiffany. I think that's quite appropriate seeing that it is THE best of the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The past 6 weeks have been busy, beautiful and life changing.  Miss Madi Joy is doing beautifully. Life is good...well, I think I'll just let the pictures explain. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m15jBZ4OHhY/TYEvNIisizI/AAAAAAAABaY/9pZD8qmHtNY/s400/memories.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584796915593939762" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KJZwOSo89w/TYEvNZAF2tI/AAAAAAAABag/EdhOEOf_8o4/s400/myloves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584796920012200658" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYY34jIV4fc/TYEvM0VimqI/AAAAAAAABaQ/LFNjsoBsjic/s400/friends%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584796910170053282" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1DeYroibac/TYEvM9Le8kI/AAAAAAAABaI/6PItfowPOac/s400/Community%2B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584796912543789634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is just a small portion of what God is doing in us. Thank you, Jesus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-6849360163950724193?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6849360163950724193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6849360163950724193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6849360163950724193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6849360163950724193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-6-weeks.html' title='The last 6 weeks.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m15jBZ4OHhY/TYEvNIisizI/AAAAAAAABaY/9pZD8qmHtNY/s72-c/memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1236472376596910520</id><published>2011-03-07T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:06:38.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update</title><content type='html'>A lot has been going on and I miss blogging. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not really. Did you really think that's all I would say? I mean, really? Okay...enough of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we got robbed a few weeks ago. They took my MacBook, Jason's iPad, ALL of my jewelry, money and a few other things.  We were gone for about an 1 1/2 hours on a Monday night and came back to our home being invaded. I was sickened. I couldn't believe someone was in our bedroom and that they took some of my most beloved items from my jewelry box. My James Avery charm bracelet. My Pandora bracelet. My necklaces from Jason. A watch I was given for a graduation gift.  Rings from major milestones in my life. Just sick... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to today and I realize that I can live without those things, but my heart is still sad to not ever see them again.  However, I know that what was most important was that our family was not there. Thank you, Jesus!  I will not leave this world with my charm bracelet's on or my computer in hand. ;) A good reminder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other, more important, news. Madi Joy is doing wonderfully.  She is seriously the best baby. Calm, peaceful, happy, content. Everything I spent hours on my knees (begging) praying for her to be. :) I could not be more thankful.  Daddy and Mommy are in love. Jackson and Reagan are so great with her and want her to be talking already. We have assured them that she will be doing that soon enough....so enjoy it now! Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could post pictures, but I can't....and now you know why.   Boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start back to work next week. Madi will be coming with me and I am working less hours. Praise be to Jesus! ;-) I am so excited for the oppurtunity to spend more time with my kids this summer and to be more focused on being a mommy to little kids. Jackson starts kinder in the fall and the crying fest has already begun. This will be one of the most important summers ever for me!  I am thrilled though to be getting back to my job that I LOVE.  I have realized how much it is a part of me and how much leading worship is a calling. I can't ever get away from a calling and it just so happens, I can be a mom and a worship minister. Again, thanking Jesus for this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to get a laptop soon so I can do more of this. Will try and post more! Until then, be blessed...and listen to Kenny Chesney's new album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1236472376596910520?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1236472376596910520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1236472376596910520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1236472376596910520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1236472376596910520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/03/quick-update.html' title='A quick update'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8646007708855797520</id><published>2011-02-24T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:18:15.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A break...</title><content type='html'>Our home was broken into. It's a long story...ugh, but one of the things they took was my Mac. My sweet, sweet Mac Book. Heart broken. :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am not able to really blog until I get another one. This is Jason's computer and he has to use it for work or something...whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADIOS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8646007708855797520?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8646007708855797520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8646007708855797520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8646007708855797520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8646007708855797520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/break.html' title='A break...'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5034829797681526838</id><published>2011-02-18T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:31:48.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of Thankfulness and Cowboys</title><content type='html'>My first full week without Jason ended up not being all that bad. I have enjoyed some down time and cuddling with baby Madi. What a gift she is. I find myself savoring every moment with this baby girl since it's my last baby (yay, no more morning sickness EVER again).  Now that I am feeling so much better, I am able to have a much better perspective on life. Funny how that happens. I still need to make a hair appointment to complete my new found "mood", but nonetheless, I'm happy. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful this week for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL who picked up the kids for me this week.&lt;br /&gt;a good baby dr. appointment&lt;br /&gt;meals brought by our amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;Jason, who I am so in love with more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;a visit from Breanna. :)&lt;br /&gt;lunch out with Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;my occasional glass of iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;my iPhone that keeps me occupied in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;the Word.  What a gift.&lt;br /&gt;God's provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least...&lt;br /&gt;My cowboy (who actually said in this picture, "Does this pose make me look awesome?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWfQIepHbmo/TV7lEo-TpwI/AAAAAAAABaA/idR0dMQ60dw/s1600/182289_10150090968812701_635487700_6297682_1762591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWfQIepHbmo/TV7lEo-TpwI/AAAAAAAABaA/idR0dMQ60dw/s400/182289_10150090968812701_635487700_6297682_1762591_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575145256612243202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cowgirl. :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIn6SHrV_eM/TV7lEvej7GI/AAAAAAAABZ4/SYt5kHFHumM/s1600/183469_10150090969022701_635487700_6297686_6206086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIn6SHrV_eM/TV7lEvej7GI/AAAAAAAABZ4/SYt5kHFHumM/s400/183469_10150090969022701_635487700_6297686_6206086_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575145258358140002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5034829797681526838?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5034829797681526838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5034829797681526838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5034829797681526838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5034829797681526838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-of-thankfulness-and-cowboys.html' title='A week of Thankfulness and Cowboys'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWfQIepHbmo/TV7lEo-TpwI/AAAAAAAABaA/idR0dMQ60dw/s72-c/182289_10150090968812701_635487700_6297682_1762591_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-7434461419579315671</id><published>2011-02-15T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:09:30.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deQFJif7Oy8/TVq0abx3AiI/AAAAAAAABZw/3Uwu7wyicXE/s1600/168671_10150133316286639_284334111638_7679974_1615846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deQFJif7Oy8/TVq0abx3AiI/AAAAAAAABZw/3Uwu7wyicXE/s400/168671_10150133316286639_284334111638_7679974_1615846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573965855050891810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Madison is 2 weeks old. Wow, 2 weeks. That went by fast.  There isn't much that has changed since she was born, but we are enjoying every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison..&lt;br /&gt;has such a sweet disposition.&lt;br /&gt;wants to eat ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;sleeps wonderfully!!&lt;br /&gt;hates having her diaper changed.&lt;br /&gt;is very alert and loves looking around.&lt;br /&gt;was born 9 lbs. 1 oz, weighed in at 8 lbs 5 oz a week later and gained it all back (and more) at 9 lbs 7 oz!  Made mommy very happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love, love, love her!  I am feeling great too.  The c-section kicked my butt the first week and a half, but I'm feeling really good now.  I have lost 30 lbs already. I gained 32. I need to lose about 20 more. I'm not stressing though. I was just glad to see that 30 lbs come off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-7434461419579315671?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7434461419579315671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=7434461419579315671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7434461419579315671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7434461419579315671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-weeks-old.html' title='2 weeks old'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-deQFJif7Oy8/TVq0abx3AiI/AAAAAAAABZw/3Uwu7wyicXE/s72-c/168671_10150133316286639_284334111638_7679974_1615846_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6576414180267811935</id><published>2011-02-15T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:13:58.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison's Baby Dedication</title><content type='html'>My first big outing was Sunday to have Madison dedicated. I felt well enough to drive and because Jason had to be there at 7am to work, I had no choice anyway. Ha.  I somehow managed to get all 3 kids ready AND got there on time. Hallelujah! However, it took me 3 hours. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I am so blessed to have a an amazing mother-in-law who also happens to take amazing pictures. She captured the most beautiful moments. I'm so glad I will always have these memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyooRuUMvBM/TVqvyNJ5myI/AAAAAAAABZI/Q5svh8gMgM4/s1600/172394_501903372700_635487700_6270572_3857318_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyooRuUMvBM/TVqvyNJ5myI/AAAAAAAABZI/Q5svh8gMgM4/s400/172394_501903372700_635487700_6270572_3857318_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573960765883915042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5A5RbIndy8/TVqvzEZO9ZI/AAAAAAAABZg/zjBMdPnuAMc/s1600/181997_501897967700_635487700_6270478_1397922_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5A5RbIndy8/TVqvzEZO9ZI/AAAAAAAABZg/zjBMdPnuAMc/s400/181997_501897967700_635487700_6270478_1397922_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573960780712179090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8J3xbFSvJ8/TVqvymYnTFI/AAAAAAAABZY/Dop0gxn_DD0/s1600/182985_501897877700_635487700_6270475_4671654_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8J3xbFSvJ8/TVqvymYnTFI/AAAAAAAABZY/Dop0gxn_DD0/s400/182985_501897877700_635487700_6270475_4671654_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573960772656516178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8t1cAITG4o/TVqvySoUGQI/AAAAAAAABZQ/FsRBtcfBduA/s1600/171476_501897712700_635487700_6270471_4347492_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8t1cAITG4o/TVqvySoUGQI/AAAAAAAABZQ/FsRBtcfBduA/s400/171476_501897712700_635487700_6270471_4347492_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573960767353657602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVJ8ow6nQOY/TVqvzDFprUI/AAAAAAAABZo/P4a6F-DduMk/s1600/180842_501898192700_635487700_6270486_5375943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jVJ8ow6nQOY/TVqvzDFprUI/AAAAAAAABZo/P4a6F-DduMk/s400/180842_501898192700_635487700_6270486_5375943_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573960780361608514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8t1cAITG4o/TVqvySoUGQI/AAAAAAAABZQ/FsRBtcfBduA/s1600/171476_501897712700_635487700_6270471_4347492_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We  are so lucky to work at a place where we can call each other family.  Sean is not only our pastor, but our friend...(also know as "Uncle Sean"  to Jack and Reagan). You can't tell he loves babies or anything. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 22:10&lt;br /&gt;"From the day I was born&lt;br /&gt;I have been in your care,&lt;br /&gt;and from the time of my birth&lt;br /&gt;you have been my God." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-6576414180267811935?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6576414180267811935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6576414180267811935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6576414180267811935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6576414180267811935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/madisons-baby-dedication.html' title='Madison&apos;s Baby Dedication'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyooRuUMvBM/TVqvyNJ5myI/AAAAAAAABZI/Q5svh8gMgM4/s72-c/172394_501903372700_635487700_6270572_3857318_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1662916513423523260</id><published>2011-02-14T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:24:10.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYIHM6j8rSI/TVlWnleCcRI/AAAAAAAABZA/rKc-4bzcvQU/s1600/vday2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYIHM6j8rSI/TVlWnleCcRI/AAAAAAAABZA/rKc-4bzcvQU/s400/vday2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573581251920687378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you I knew it was true.&lt;br /&gt;That I'd love you forever and that's what I'll do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Powers Family&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/27869977-1662916513423523260?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1662916513423523260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1662916513423523260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1662916513423523260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1662916513423523260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYIHM6j8rSI/TVlWnleCcRI/AAAAAAAABZA/rKc-4bzcvQU/s72-c/vday2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-544915066911515074</id><published>2011-02-14T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:12:47.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday Song: #2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>I missed last week and this Sunday. I had a baby though, so have some grace with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd just post 2 songs to catch up. I have a soft spot for country music. I grew up on country music. My mom has always worked in billboard or media type advertising and was always getting free  tickets to the Houston Rodeo. We saw George Strait, Reba, Garth Brooks, Martina McBride and more. I remember sitting in the legendary Astrodome in Houston and being amazed at how many people would come to see one guy sing. There is always something very familiar &amp;amp; comfortable to me when I listen to country music. There is some that I can't stand, but then there is some I love. I definitely can be picky about country music and what I usually fall for are the lyrics more than it just "sounding good" or being "catchy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is the SAME song, but sung by 2 different artists. Jason loves Garth Brooks' version. I love me some Garth Brooks, but I really love how Trisha Yearwood does this song too. And of course, it's on the Hope Floats movie soundtrack and because I adore that movie, it makes it all the more lovely.  Truly,  I would listen to both on repeat over and over again.  It's fun to know that Bob Dylan wrote this song too. It gets 5 stars from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trisha Yearwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HiVOfEL5iRg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-7627370036512835426&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/27869977-544915066911515074?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/544915066911515074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=544915066911515074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/544915066911515074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/544915066911515074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-sunday-song-2-3.html' title='My Sunday Song: #2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HiVOfEL5iRg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5592417783584887031</id><published>2011-02-11T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:56:45.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuddos to Mommy &amp; Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;We somehow just managed to get all 3 kids down for a nap...at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;This is our first major accomplishment as parents of 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5592417783584887031?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5592417783584887031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5592417783584887031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5592417783584887031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5592417783584887031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-somehow-just-managed-to-get-all-3.html' title='Kuddos to Mommy &amp; Daddy'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-3478099651209700991</id><published>2011-02-11T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:32:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things.</title><content type='html'>I figure that I need to remind myself of all the good things. Here are my random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday my MIL came over and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;did all my laundry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Reagan wasn't whiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jackson had a great &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentines&lt;/span&gt; party at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://jennc.wordpress.com"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; made us a fabulous meal and I ate well over what I should have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My house has stayed relatively clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watched American Idol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I laughed hysterically at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Valentines episode of  The Office&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt; continues to be a great baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm somehow getting in 7 hours of sleep at night. Praise the Lord in Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thankful for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;iPhone&lt;/span&gt; that gets me through feedings at 2:30 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus is still on the throne. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-3478099651209700991?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3478099651209700991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=3478099651209700991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3478099651209700991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3478099651209700991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/better-day.html' title='Good things.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-374598002219091645</id><published>2011-02-10T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:36:33.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really now? Come on!</title><content type='html'>When Reagan got sick on Sunday and then told that she was positive for the flu, I knew that it was going to be a hard week on everyone.  When our car battery died immediately after that appointment at sonic AND we had to spend money on a brand new one, I took a deep breath and swallowed my pride.  But when Jason came home today with the flu, I just wanted to sit in a corner, eat fudge and watch "Beaches" over and over again.  I mean for real. I didn't just have a baby or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am complaining and I know that it I definitely seems like I am throwing a pity-party over here. Okay, I probably am.  I just really want my family to be healthy. I had visions of the kids going to school this week and enjoying some time with hubby and Madison.  Poor Jason is now sick and in bed.  I know that next week it will all be over (please, Lord) and that I'll look at this post and criticize myself for being "faithless", but for now I am just going to be real and say that I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am immediately reminded of 3 things as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's not that bad and I am a big baby. &lt;span class="verse Ps_6_6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="verse Ps_6_6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Psalm6:6&lt;/strong&gt; I am weary with my groaning." This was in my daily bible reading today and sounds a lot like me. ;)  It encourages me though that King David was pouring out his heart in tears to God. He was honest before God. He cried out to God. But in that He wasn't a victim of circumstance, instead He turned his attention toward Jesus....and that always changes our perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Well, this just says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIPi34On-f8/TVRnZeY8o8I/AAAAAAAABY4/a537Fzvitnk/s1600/Madison1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIPi34On-f8/TVRnZeY8o8I/AAAAAAAABY4/a537Fzvitnk/s400/Madison1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572192326316237762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-374598002219091645?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/374598002219091645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=374598002219091645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/374598002219091645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/374598002219091645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/really-now-come-on.html' title='Really now? Come on!'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIPi34On-f8/TVRnZeY8o8I/AAAAAAAABY4/a537Fzvitnk/s72-c/Madison1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6981132045448327902</id><published>2011-02-08T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T06:57:37.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Madison's Birth Story: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Our stay at the hospital went great. It's a totally different recovery process with a c-section. Nursing was different, my diet was different in the beginning and I really wanted to take a shower, but had to wait 24 hours.  Our nurses were awesome though. I don't know how they do it! When the Dr. asked me when I'd like to go home from the hospital, I didn't hesitate to say that I wanted to stay 2 nights and then go home on Friday. Because I was doing so well with my recovery, he granted my wish and we got home late Friday.  Our first night home went wonderfully. Madison slept every 2-3 hours, woke up for me to feed her and went right back to sleep. That has never happened before in the history of newborns.  Well, at least in our house.   They also still had me on Vicodin and 800 mg of Motrin, so I was feeling pretty spiffy.  It felt very strange to be a family of 5 the next day and all Jason and I could think about was how blessed we were and how we would have 2 weddings to pay for.  Ha!  No, but for real...2 weddings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend went well. I started crying from the pain on Saturday and thought that I should have never left the hospital. ha ha. But I survived. :)  I had help on Sunday from 2 amazing, beautiful friends. &lt;a href="http://jennc.wordpress.com"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; and Lauri split up the day on Sunday and came over to take care of me while Jason went to church.  Lauri even vacuumed  and folded my laundry!  I was happy to see that none of Jason's underwear were in the mix! ;)  Reagan ended up staying home with me because she had a fever, but she sure loved hanging out with 2 of her favorite ladies ever. At one point she told me to close my eyes and go sleep so she could hang out with Jenn alone.  She really loves me. A LOT.  Unfortunately Reagan got worse that night and was diagnosed with the flu on Monday morning. She was at the end of it though and there isn't much you can do for that anyway since it is a virus. I ended up going to stay at my Mom's Monday because we wanted to be sure it was all cleared out. I probably didn't have to go, but it actually gave me a night to kind of rest. I watched The Bachelor, threw up in my mouth a little (because he is such an idiot) and then went to sleep.  That's a separate post though and I know...I can't believe I watch that show either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also prayed over Madison, our family and was able to gain a fresh perspective. When Reagan was born Jackson came down with a vicious stomach flu 4 days after she was born. It was so hard. I can't believe that we have another sick child with a newborn! Ugh. I am just so glad it's not vomiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a lot better. A c-section is a different deal for sure. It's major surgery for crying out loud. I have had good days and really bad days. I'm past the bad days though. My staples are out, I'm walking better and I'm staying on top of the pain with meds. I wasn't doing very well at that because I tend to think I'm super woman or something. I still can't believe that it all happened that way, but it did and I have a healthy baby girl. One day I'll share what happened with the surgery, but for now I'll save it and spare the drama. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been overwhelmed with meals, gifts, diapers, love, encouragement, prayers and well wishes. I have NEVER been so thankful in my life. I am so humbled by what God has given us. I told Jason that I feel so grownup when I think of us as parents of 3. That makes no sense whatsoever, but it just hit me that we are like...grownups or something. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is truly an amazing baby. We are seriously blown away by her beauty and how peaceful she is.  I keep saying it and I'll say it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Lord! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-6981132045448327902?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6981132045448327902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6981132045448327902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6981132045448327902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6981132045448327902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/madisons-birth-story-part-2.html' title='Madison&apos;s Birth Story: Part 2'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8026103324627579524</id><published>2011-02-08T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:43:59.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison's Birth Story: Part 1</title><content type='html'>Well, things are never not adventurous around this place!  I figured I'd let you know how everything is going, but I needed to start with how it all started.  Madison's birth. :)  So, sit back and enjoy. I am not sure if people really like reading these things, but if I don't write it down, then I'll forget how things went in 5 years. At least I'll have this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday I went in for my Dr. appointment to make sure everything was good to go with the baby since I hadn't had her yet. While we were listening to her heartbeat we realized that it was in a different place. My Dr. began feeling around and was pretty sure he felt the head near my rib cage! We did a quick sonogram and it was definitely her head.   In the meantime, he told us that he would like to try and turn her. It was a procedure that can be successful, but definitely had some risks involved.  He scheduled us to come in at 5:30am on Wednesday morning to see if we could turn her. We left that day with instructions to pray, do some exercises and pray some more. I seriously love that my Dr. believes in prayer. Tuesday night came around, the kids were staying with their grandparents and we decided to go on a "last" date. That night I felt pretty sure that I did not want to go through with the procedure, but I knew that could end up in a c-section and I REALLY did not want to have one. I kept praying and before we went to bed that night we both decided that we would just trust that Jesus knew what was best. In my heart, I am pretty sure God was just teaching me to trust and not to pray for a specific outcome.  Around 1am I woke up with contractions.  They hurt pretty bad, but were 15 min apart. I got up and walked around, knelt beside my bed and did some breathing exercises and waited. At 4am I woke up Jason and told him I was calling the Dr to ask what I should do since I knew she could still be breech. They weren't stopping and were about 10 min apart at the time.   My Dr said to take a shower and head in.  When we got to the hospital I was already 4 cm and the baby was coming. We arrived at 5am and in about 20 min I was told that I would have to have a c-section and very quickly. I started FREAKING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...okay, I know that women do this every day, but I have never even had stitches! I was scared out of my mind. I couldn't even ask questions. I didn't know what to ask and they kept asking me a million questions. Finally, I got calmed down enough when I realized that this WAS really happening. The anesthesiologist came in about 5 min later, told me what was going to happen, how I would feel and that I was in good hands. I breathed a little deeper, said okay, cried a few tears and was wheeled into the OR.  For real, this all happened by 5:45am. Insanity, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is where I will stop with my story about the rest of my c-section. I stop only because there were a few scary things that happened after that and I don't want to scare any first time mommas! :)  I ended up being put under general anesthesia and didn't get to experience seeing Madison or hearing her cry. Poor Jason had to be out of the room as well when that happened, but did get to see her immediately after.  She was born at 6:27am.  (an hour and half later...whoa that happened fast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward: I woke up in the recovery room totally out of it. I asked "where is my baby" like 8 million times. Ha!  One good thing was that I had NO bad side effects from the spinal or the anesthesia. I felt great afterward. Just a little loopy and I had the shakes pretty bad. I had that with my first 2 babies as well. That part is always so annoying!  Jason was able to spend time with her in the nursery and came back with beautiful pics of her. I was so relieved and so happy that it was all over.  When I finally got moved into the L&amp;amp;D room they brought Madi to me.  The pics you see on my previous post are actually those first moments. Bre was able to be in there when that happened.  I cried when I saw Madison. It felt like such a long time and I had been so anxious to see what she looked like and to give her sweet kisses. The whole c-section thing was so crazy for me anyway, so it was truly an emotional moment. By the way, I ended up naming her, but Jason felt at perfect peace with her name as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our hospital stay was awesome and we have nothing, but great things to say about North Central Baptist Hospital and it's staff.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madison is a true JOY&lt;/span&gt;. She is such a beautiful baby and has an amazingly calm disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8026103324627579524?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8026103324627579524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8026103324627579524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8026103324627579524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8026103324627579524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/madisons-birth-story-part-1.html' title='Madison&apos;s Birth Story: Part 1'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5139770966929726017</id><published>2011-02-05T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:35:53.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Madison Joy Powers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;February 2, 2011&lt;br /&gt;9 lbs 1 oz, 21 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2E7Tjpc5I/AAAAAAAABYA/PKafy2IKRzk/s1600/167016_10150091015612020_533402019_5989589_3687209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2E7Tjpc5I/AAAAAAAABYA/PKafy2IKRzk/s400/167016_10150091015612020_533402019_5989589_3687209_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570254468524110738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2E7O29biI/AAAAAAAABX4/IJWUF7BV5s8/s1600/180150_10150091015337020_533402019_5989583_1614963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2ErGWZcxI/AAAAAAAABXg/R-nmdS0FHI8/s400/180482_10150091015042020_533402019_5989576_67929_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570254190100968210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2Eq7Et0WI/AAAAAAAABXQ/FmEzdZ8Yfv8/s1600/179274_10150091015112020_533402019_5989577_242430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2Eq7Et0WI/AAAAAAAABXQ/FmEzdZ8Yfv8/s400/179274_10150091015112020_533402019_5989577_242430_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570254187074015586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2Eq5VSDBI/AAAAAAAABXY/yoZLT6N43Ec/s1600/179886_10150091014992020_533402019_5989575_2111070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2Eq5VSDBI/AAAAAAAABXY/yoZLT6N43Ec/s400/179886_10150091014992020_533402019_5989575_2111070_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570254186606627858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2E69nUZ9I/AAAAAAAABXw/XSDSDTReKbM/s1600/180270_10150091015487020_533402019_5989587_2278508_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2E69nUZ9I/AAAAAAAABXw/XSDSDTReKbM/s400/180270_10150091015487020_533402019_5989587_2278508_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570254462633928658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2Eqr9_CmI/AAAAAAAABXI/KMQ_cTQkEZw/s1600/179302_10150091015442020_533402019_5989586_7934694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2Eqr9_CmI/AAAAAAAABXI/KMQ_cTQkEZw/s400/179302_10150091015442020_533402019_5989586_7934694_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570254183019252322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Jesus for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; you have done for us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2ErueZomI/AAAAAAAABXo/DLgzsrFhB-g/s1600/179279_10150091015277020_533402019_5989581_2470566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5139770966929726017?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5139770966929726017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5139770966929726017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5139770966929726017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5139770966929726017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/madison-joy.html' title='Madison Joy'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TU2E7Tjpc5I/AAAAAAAABYA/PKafy2IKRzk/s72-c/167016_10150091015612020_533402019_5989589_3687209_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8149943315195690832</id><published>2011-02-01T05:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T05:18:55.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another baby post</title><content type='html'>I realize that all I talk about these days is being pregnant, but I figure I can get away with it at 40 weeks pregnant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Dr yesterday and found out some surprising (and not so exciting) news. Baby Girl is BREECH. Ugh.  There are different options I am weighing right now. The Dr can try to move her around, I could get a c-section or I could wait and see if she turns. I am already overdue though, so waiting seems like a crazy thought, but so does a c-section. I've never had one before and the thought of it terrifies me. I absolutely realize that people have to do that every day and they are perfectly fine.  I am just a baby. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, we are praying. When we left the appointment yesterday our Dr told us to get a prayer chain going (he knows we are pastors) and to get this baby moving on her own!!  We have so many people praying for us and I have such a peace about the whole thing.  I have been doing different exercises to encourage baby to move on her own. I can't tell if she has moved or not.  The only thing I haven't tried is laying upside down on an ironing board, propped up against the couch.  Ha! (It really is recommended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we wait!  And we wait.  I will go in Wednesday morning and see if the baby has turned.  I have a feeling that we are going to be in for a ride with this one. I'm sure that when she's 16 I'll be on my knees in prayer for other things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, look at this girl.  She is a mess.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.E.S.S. &lt;/span&gt;She is something else, I tell you.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TUgHD3CE8ZI/AAAAAAAABW8/Btka2yuN9Sw/s1600/pasta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TUgHD3CE8ZI/AAAAAAAABW8/Btka2yuN9Sw/s400/pasta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568708702137282962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't let this picture full you. That face says, " leave me alone, I'm eating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week she told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am the boss. You are the mommy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, you can get out of that chair now so I can sit there..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to her baby dolls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You were a bad girl today. You did not listen to the momma". (Yes..."TO THE MOMMA")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be a mess, but she is our mess. Her sweet side comes out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; once in awhile too....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8149943315195690832?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8149943315195690832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8149943315195690832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8149943315195690832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8149943315195690832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-baby-post.html' title='Another baby post'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TUgHD3CE8ZI/AAAAAAAABW8/Btka2yuN9Sw/s72-c/pasta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-3575874625400073420</id><published>2011-01-30T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:51:44.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday Song</title><content type='html'>I am not a great cook like &lt;a href="http://teamespinoza.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;.  I am not the amazing designer/sewing/craft woman like &lt;a href="http://jennc.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; is, nor do I take fabulous pictures like &lt;a href="http://ph-studios.com/blog"&gt;Breanna &lt;/a&gt;does, but one thing I can do is music. A huge part of who I am is music. It's what I do. It's what I love. It's my passion. I love singing. I love driving around in the car for hours with Jason and listening to music. All kinds of music.  Our iPods would surprise you. There is no rhyme or reason to them. And because I love music so much I thought it would be fun to share favorite songs.  It may be something that is inspiring me, making me dance in my seat at a stop light or provoking an emotion that only music can sometimes do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Sunday's I'll be posting "My Sunday Song" and I'd also love to hear from you. I love hearing what different people are listening to.  &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/bookmachine"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search/powerhousepics"&gt;Breanna  &lt;/a&gt;are always on Twitter talking about the different musicians &amp;amp; artists they are listening to. I usually end up checking them out just because they mentioned them.  A lot of christian songs that people have recommended to me usually show up on my worship set list. It's fun to add new music to my play list and even better when it feels like music connected you to something or someone.   This may require me to stop listening to the same cd over and over again too. (That's a bad habit of mine)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pick today is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-ouxPhYy7Y"&gt;Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; This is not a new song, but one that I have been coming back to these days. I've sung it at weddings and every time I do I cry. I am sappy and I love romantic songs.  This song makes me smile, it always makes me think of Jason, definitely makes me want to sing along and I love, love, love her voice. I also LOVE  the piano line.  Give it a listen, share away and be inspired!&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/27869977-3575874625400073420?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3575874625400073420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=3575874625400073420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3575874625400073420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3575874625400073420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sunday-song.html' title='My Sunday Song'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6083316579976859950</id><published>2011-01-30T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T05:29:30.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 weeks</title><content type='html'>Today I am 40 weeks pregnant. That's right, pregnant.  I just keep trying to remind myself that I am going to be getting no sleep by next week. I know that I WILL have a baby by next week. There isn't much I can do beyond that except continue to pray for a healthy delivery and baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see her. I can't wait for the kids to meet her. I can't wait to see her daddy fall in love with her. So much to be excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I will eat as many chocolate covered raisins as I want. Drink as much fruit juice as I can and sit on the couch as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a plan to me! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-6083316579976859950?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6083316579976859950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6083316579976859950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6083316579976859950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6083316579976859950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/40-weeks.html' title='40 weeks'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8171310061019552403</id><published>2011-01-26T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:42:03.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on.</title><content type='html'>I am still here with a baby inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's weird. A baby is inside of me?? Still gets to me, even after having 2.  Sometimes it's neat to think about and I realize how amazing God is. And then sometimes...it's just weird. A BABY IS GROWING INSIDE OF ME!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That baby should be here soon. I would have liked for to have been here last week, but I have feeling she won't be coming until next. She is taking her precious time...I don't know if she is stubborn or just doesn't want to cause me pain too soon. I'm hoping for the later because that is a nicer characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been going on.  Over the past 2 weeks I have been humbled, overwhelmed, grateful, hormonal, blessed and challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  2 very special friends came over and surprised me with a room makeover for Reagan and the baby. I can not begin to describe to you how amazing it is. AMAZING.  However, my camera battery died and I can't take pictures. Therefore, I really suck and can't show you what it looks like.  Here are 2 that I took with my iPhone, but they really don't do it justice. (plus the bed looked a little messy..I will get better pics!!) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TUBcqb9ipZI/AAAAAAAABW0/Re9PfIBXeyY/s1600/rea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TUBcqb9ipZI/AAAAAAAABW0/Re9PfIBXeyY/s400/rea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566551023560074642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TUBcqPrWB1I/AAAAAAAABWs/GopavwVSTQ8/s1600/baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TUBcqPrWB1I/AAAAAAAABWs/GopavwVSTQ8/s400/baby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566551020262524754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have never been so humbled in my entire life!!! It is so beautiful. A million thank-you's to &lt;a href="http://jennc.wordpress.com"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Daphne. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is a lot of drama going on in my family. That's all I'll say. Except I'll also say that I'm 39 weeks pregnant and I'm quite proud of myself for how I am holding it together...and yet I think it's crazy....and absurd...and nuts....but that's all I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am on maternity leave already. I am enjoying the downtime....except I'm angry every morning I wake up without a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. God is so good. He just is. I hope you know that too. God IS GOOD. That is what I wake up with and go to sleep with every night. I know there are painful things happening out there...I see very close to me...but I still know that God is faithful and that he is GOOD! Thank you, Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8171310061019552403?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8171310061019552403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8171310061019552403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8171310061019552403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8171310061019552403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TUBcqb9ipZI/AAAAAAAABW0/Re9PfIBXeyY/s72-c/rea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5179887325815861216</id><published>2011-01-20T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:56:04.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I do not care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I drank a real Coke today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a caramel mocha from McDonald's.  (probably a little too much caffeine in one day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I do not care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I did not do laundry and sat on my couch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I do not care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I enjoyed watching Bon Jovi on Oprah today.  Jason hates Oprah. That is such a strong word. I'll rephrase that. Jason strongly dislikes Oprah. He thinks she is..well, I'll say no more. But I like his music...so I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I do not care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I thought about moving the living room around again even at 9 months pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stopped myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I do not care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I really, really, really, REALLY would go into debt at this point just to know that I am going to have a vacation this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a passing thought. Don't worry Jason,  it won't happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today, I do not care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5179887325815861216?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5179887325815861216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5179887325815861216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5179887325815861216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5179887325815861216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-do-not-care.html' title='I do not care'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8275602126765210264</id><published>2011-01-19T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:42:04.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;38 weeks pregnant. -  I feel good. I feel ready, but I feel good. I am pretty tired at night and have a hard time walking at times, but I feel good. Had a great Dr.'s appointment today. Nothing new, but while I was there I was getting put off by how long I had to wait in the exam room and then realized that my Dr. had been in the same room for over 30 min. When I heard him come out, I realized that things seemed to get very serious and a lady came out with him crying.  I don't know what exactly happened, but I am pretty sure it wasn't great news.  When he came in and did my exam he ended the appointment by telling me how glad he was that I was doing great and  sometimes the less exciting appointments are the best ones because it means things are going well with baby.  He reminded me of how healthy I am. I needed that.  I realized that I have been complaining so much about how "miserable" I am and yet there are people out there who are suffering the loss of their babies or receiving hard news. I left so grateful. So humbled. I left truly being reminded of how blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jackson and Reagan are doing really well these days.  Reagan is Miss Princess 2011.  Jackson is all about his drums. They both adore each other and have learned to play so well together.  They are really getting excited about baby and talk about her all the time. Reagan has named her "Madison", but we'll see...;)  I am so proud of them and have been struggling a little with how it won't be just the 4 of us anymore.  I know those feelings will change, it's just a little strange to think about.  I am currently praying and seeking God right now about specific scriptures to pray over Jackson and Reagan. I really sense that God wants me to focus on that this year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason and I are just so thankful to see what God is doing in our lives. Jason was recently announced as the campus pastor for our Redland Campus.  If that confuses you, it is not a different location. It's where we are at now and it's not a video venue site.  As I had been praying at the beginning of last year, I knew that the Lord was going to be calling Jason to a new level in his leadership, but didn't know how that looked.  Now that it is fleshing out, I see exactly what he was preparing me for. I am so proud of Jason and I so love that we get to do ministry together. Thank you, Jesus!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am ready to see what God does this year. I am blown away already by what He is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay for 2011 &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/27869977-8275602126765210264?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8275602126765210264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8275602126765210264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8275602126765210264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8275602126765210264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/yay-for-2011.html' title='Yay for 2011'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-9039629997844875910</id><published>2011-01-19T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T08:38:50.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>While I'm waiting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will reminisce on how sweet this baby girl was when she was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TTcTLGQjPRI/AAAAAAAABWc/hLecY2ClJcs/s1600/n533402019_858732_840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TTcTLGQjPRI/AAAAAAAABWc/hLecY2ClJcs/s400/n533402019_858732_840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563936946019056914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, of course, this one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TTcTLVNjQFI/AAAAAAAABWk/wUO53oHPI44/s1600/n37520736_30731762_5553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TTcTLVNjQFI/AAAAAAAABWk/wUO53oHPI44/s400/n37520736_30731762_5553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563936950033006674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And wait in anticipation to see the next one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-9039629997844875910?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/9039629997844875910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=9039629997844875910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/9039629997844875910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/9039629997844875910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/while-im-waiting.html' title='While I&apos;m waiting..'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TTcTLGQjPRI/AAAAAAAABWc/hLecY2ClJcs/s72-c/n533402019_858732_840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1541331679072440583</id><published>2011-01-18T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:00:21.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hospital Bag - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby clothes washed - check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newborn diapers - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby bed up - check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Things are pretty much done around here and everyone is getting ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TTYpPKsNOvI/AAAAAAAABWU/bA7alYpVp9M/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TTYpPKsNOvI/AAAAAAAABWU/bA7alYpVp9M/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563679730207374066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1541331679072440583?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1541331679072440583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1541331679072440583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1541331679072440583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1541331679072440583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/preparing-for-baby.html' title='Preparing for baby'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TTYpPKsNOvI/AAAAAAAABWU/bA7alYpVp9M/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5999195813879148200</id><published>2011-01-12T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:38:56.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter is here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TS4C8vgqDnI/AAAAAAAABWM/wJwU-PRUSck/s1600/IMG_4747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TS4C8vgqDnI/AAAAAAAABWM/wJwU-PRUSck/s400/IMG_4747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561385832417988210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TS4C7FLitfI/AAAAAAAABWE/2OR0g44-1q8/s1600/IMG_4761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TS4C7FLitfI/AAAAAAAABWE/2OR0g44-1q8/s400/IMG_4761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561385803875268082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TS4C6B-MYRI/AAAAAAAABV8/_4ERTsQscC4/s1600/IMG_4766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TS4C6B-MYRI/AAAAAAAABV8/_4ERTsQscC4/s400/IMG_4766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561385785834103058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my happiness.&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/27869977-5999195813879148200?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5999195813879148200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5999195813879148200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5999195813879148200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5999195813879148200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-is-here.html' title='Winter is here.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TS4C8vgqDnI/AAAAAAAABWM/wJwU-PRUSck/s72-c/IMG_4747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-7867248519753863106</id><published>2011-01-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T15:07:44.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 7th, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday, January 7th, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Take a shower because I can't get up out of the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;Go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Jason and kids.&lt;br /&gt;Go shopping at mall to find a robe.&lt;br /&gt;Score. Found one for $7.&lt;br /&gt;Walk around mall....&lt;br /&gt;verrrrrrryyyyy sl0ooowly.&lt;br /&gt;Come home.&lt;br /&gt;Get burst of energy and clean my house.&lt;br /&gt;Lose burst of energy and never do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Get on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get up.&lt;br /&gt;Write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Dream of having a personal chef.&lt;br /&gt;Realize I'm 37 weeks pregnant on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Sit on couch some more.&lt;br /&gt;Think about how to make a tropical vacation happen this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Realize that I can't even get up from the couch, will need to eat nothing, but grapefruit to go somewhere like that and that the baby who doesn't even have a name isn't here yet. &lt;br /&gt;Start crying.&lt;br /&gt;Breathes deeply....finds chocolate....The end.&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/27869977-7867248519753863106?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7867248519753863106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=7867248519753863106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7867248519753863106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7867248519753863106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-7th-2011.html' title='January 7th, 2011'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6647717867412936834</id><published>2011-01-06T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:23:35.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The insanity of it all.</title><content type='html'>Last night was the night of all nights. I got home from a long day of working until 2 (whatever) and decided to sit on my bottom and do nothing.  (By the way, I just erased the word 'butt' and wrote 'bottom'. I don't know what I thought that would offend you.) The kids turned on the television themselves and I hooked myself up to an IV of orange juice, cheese sticks and my Mac.  It truly was a thing to behold. Around 4:00 I thought it might be good if I got up and picked up things to make myself look productive before Jason got home. After all the tweeting I did, I was exhausted and only managed to pick up the wrappers from my cheese stick and refill my cup of OJ. I'm telling you...phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this was going on, my sweet Jackson broke the cymbal on his new drum set..... that Santa spent so much money on....and was in hysterics telling me that "it was his most favorite drum set he'd ever had" and crying very loudly. I felt REALLY horrible for him...and Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we can get it fixed and there is a warranty.  Lucky Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jason got home, he decided that he should take Jackson out for a boys night, so that meant Reagan and I were stuck at home watching "The Little Mermaid" for the 105 time.  I might also mention that he had to go to AutoZone to buy a part for the side view mirror I ripped off when I backed into it the other night at 10pm going to Dairy Queen. However, that is a whole other story that I don't have time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night consisted of me eating a bowl of cereal, Reagan eating left over spaghetti and the 2 of us sharing a banana. We also painted our nails and she took a bath where I had to tell her a million times to not stand up and sing, "Shake Your Booty"....while shaking her booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends, is the Wednesday night life of a Powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday and stay tuned for more adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-6647717867412936834?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6647717867412936834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6647717867412936834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6647717867412936834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6647717867412936834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/insanity-of-it-all.html' title='The insanity of it all.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-387854565941229422</id><published>2011-01-05T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:39:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other me.</title><content type='html'>I do actually do something when I work at the church. I don't just sit around and think about puppies and rainbows...although I've been known to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am preparing to take my maternity leave and for me, that can be hard. Not just because I'm a control freak, but also because it's hard to take maternity leave from "ministry".  None-the-less, I've done it 2 other times and it's worked out.  In the meantime, one of the things I am doing right now is getting together new songs for the new year. As I wrote in my last post, "Focused" is my word for the year and it very much pertains to where I feel God leading our worship  ministry at River City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been praying about where the Lord is leading me this year in the worship ministry there have been a few things that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focused on Jesus. - Because that's first and foremost!! And always should be...NO. MATTER. WHAT.  I am convinced that when we lift up the name of Jesus we see the power of God in amazing ways and I believe that God wants us to do even more of that starting now. Off the stage and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focused on loving others. - I can not lead worship or lead a team of worship leaders if I do not love others and care about the vision of why we do what we do.  If I forget that there are people who come in every week and do not have a relationship with Jesus, then I am missing a huge part of what Jesus wants His people to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focused on excellence.  - Whenever you mention the word "excellence" in a worship arts ministry you get 2 types of responses.  You get the "Hallelujah! Amen!" or you get the "You're of the devil and all you care about is how you sound, look and appeal to people".  Both can be taken a little too extreme and in the meantime we've missed the whole point.  I don't expect perfectionism, but I do expect us working hard at what we do to create a beautiful experience in worship.  A wrong note, a missed lyric, an ugly backdrop, and even misspelled word can distract more people than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, I am excited about what God wants to do.  If you go to River City, then be excited! I think this year is going to be an amazing ride.  If you don't, then please pray that God would lead us in the direction He wants and that we would hear his voice as artists in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight to what I'm up to....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-387854565941229422?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/387854565941229422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=387854565941229422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/387854565941229422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/387854565941229422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/other-me.html' title='The other me.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1358894965939466196</id><published>2011-01-04T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:26:08.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on nameless baby!</title><content type='html'>Fact: We don't have a name yet for our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I'm laying in my bed right now writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I'm tired, very pregnant and cry at least 12 times a day right now. I could hit a new record tomorrow and go to 13...maybe 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: This last month of pregnancy feels like the longest one ever. Unfortunately, my blood pressure is still high. I feel so unhealthy when I go to the Dr. and they tell me that. I know it could be a number of reasons, but I still feel like it's my fault or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: No matter what someone says to me about "how great I look", it does not make me feel better. I have never wanted to run/exercise so badly until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I am now 36 weeks pregnant. Thank you, Jesus.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: We do have 2 names picked out...one of which I LOVE...and one of which Jason LOVES. We both don't LOVE each others though. That's not a great place to be in with 4 weeks left, but things could be worse.  I decided that if we can't decide on a name we will compromise and pick my name. I know, I think that's a great compromise, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I painted. 3 times this week. Probably not good for my blood pressure. I will stop and never do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I have the best family &amp;amp; friends in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I have the best husband in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: My family &amp;amp; friends keep asking me when this baby is coming and then shudder when I say 4 weeks.  Is it me or them? Oh...ha, yeah...it's them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I am done being random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1358894965939466196?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1358894965939466196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1358894965939466196' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1358894965939466196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1358894965939466196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-on-nameless-baby.html' title='Come on nameless baby!'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5879143757480495123</id><published>2011-01-02T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:10:32.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focused.</title><content type='html'>That's my word for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from my friend, &lt;a href="http://kellynewcom.com/"&gt;Kelly's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She has done this every year and it really has impacted me from afar.  On New Year's Eve, Jason and I had a long discussion about how 2010 was and what we wanted to see in 2011. When he asked me to sum it up in one word I immediately thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Focused&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To converge on or toward a central point of focus; be focused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something I don't have a lot of and something that I desperately need more of.  I have a great life. A life of love, meaning, purpose and craziness.  The craziness part comes off as a bit of a negative and well, frankly, sometimes it is.  But, if I have learned anything this year, it is because I make it that way.  And that's why I choose that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To adjust one's vision or an optical device so as to render a clear, distinct image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year I want to be focused on...&lt;br /&gt;my husband - As he takes new steps in ministry and more responsibilities I really have felt a desire to support more and spend more time focused on what he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kids - this is my last 9 months with Jackson before he goes to kinder. I want to spend more intentional time with him, plus Reagan and the new baby will definitely need my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home - I want to be one top of my home. The cleaning, cooking, etc...but even more than that I want it to be a safe place. A refuge. A resting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my passion - I feel God leading me in so many areas right now with the creative arts and worship ministry. I am privileged and humbled by the opportunities I have. I'm excited about 2011 and can't wait to share more of what comes from it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Christ - Above all else, my Christ. Boy, is this a big one. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a surprise that I am usually all over the place to some people. Some of that will always be a part of who I am and I can't be someone I am not, but I know the Lord is speaking to me in this area.  So, that's what I'm going with. Here's to a focused 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To concentrate attention or energy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5879143757480495123?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5879143757480495123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5879143757480495123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5879143757480495123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5879143757480495123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2011/01/focused.html' title='Focused.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5633030187843624981</id><published>2010-12-30T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:53:04.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;We are so thankful for all that God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TR1UPkpQd0I/AAAAAAAABVk/-4FsVgWzBfQ/s1600/POW-4284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TR1UPkpQd0I/AAAAAAAABVk/-4FsVgWzBfQ/s400/POW-4284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556690141756553026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;2010  has been an incredible gift to us as we have learned huge life lessons,&lt;br /&gt;the news of a new baby girl and&lt;br /&gt;the reminder that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is greater than any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TR1UQJLik2I/AAAAAAAABVs/14398Uygng4/s1600/POW-4288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TR1UQJLik2I/AAAAAAAABVs/14398Uygng4/s400/POW-4288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556690151564022626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are so thankful for our friends &amp;amp; family who are a constant source&lt;br /&gt;of encouragement and inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TR1UQdjflDI/AAAAAAAABV0/izsT0uTaMos/s1600/POW-4306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TR1UQdjflDI/AAAAAAAABV0/izsT0uTaMos/s400/POW-4306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556690157033198642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is to a fabulous 2011.....&lt;br /&gt;we can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5633030187843624981?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5633030187843624981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5633030187843624981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5633030187843624981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5633030187843624981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TR1UPkpQd0I/AAAAAAAABVk/-4FsVgWzBfQ/s72-c/POW-4284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-6567055514787781292</id><published>2010-12-21T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:37:29.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The December that got away.</title><content type='html'>What an insane month it has been! Wow, it has totally flown by. We've had a lot going on and to say that is an understatement.  A few things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am now 34 weeks pregnant. I went to the Dr. last week and was kept for over 2 hours for my blood pressure. I never have high blood pressure, so they were a little concerned. Ended up being told to REST, REST, REST. I have really pushed myself this month. I keep getting these bursts of energy and think that I must do things. I have a hard time saying no. You probably knew that. :) I just really love this time of year and I love being a part of everything. It's pride, I'm sure!  So, I have been taking it easier these days. It pains me to leave some things undone, but I am learning in the midst of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jason turned 34 on Sunday. We had a really insane weekend with a wedding and worship rehearsals, but on Monday we got to celebrate and I surprised him with an iPad!!! It was the best gift I've ever given. Jason is SUPER hard to surprise and because he handles all of our money I didn't know how I was going to make it happen without him knowing.  It worked out fabulously and I was so glad I had the opportunity to bless him.  My favorite comment of the whole weekend was hearing him say, "I think a light went off. I have never felt this blessed or joyful in my life." I loved that.  So glad he had an awesome birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had zero Christmas shopping done until Saturday. It's been so crazy and I have been so tired, that I had no time to get out there. As of yesterday, I am 80% there. I have to go today and get a few more things and then I am done! I've never been this late. I remember my poor mom having to go out on Christmas Eve and do shopping when we were kids because her bonus check didn't come till then. I totally feel her pain and now realize why she was such an emotional wreck that week. I am grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jackson &amp;amp; Reagan have gotten to spend a lot of time with their cousins this week. I loved this picture. I found him in the garage like this. He said, "What?? I am waiting for my cousins to get here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TRDJBE4khxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/CYmBidB0pik/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TRDJBE4khxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/CYmBidB0pik/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553159360875890450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This picture TOTALLY cracks me up of Reagan. She got a comb stuck in here hair and was just as happy as could be. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TRDJXsl2bgI/AAAAAAAABVY/WjNcRDilVrw/s1600/rea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TRDJXsl2bgI/AAAAAAAABVY/WjNcRDilVrw/s400/rea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553159749491912194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was Jack at his Christmas performance. He is the 2nd to last on the right and the loudest, of course. You won't be able to miss him. I don't know where he got this desire to sing in front of others, but it wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b54875b0700131ce" 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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db54875b0700131ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330450113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52D6C60E12494C1EB4F2060356C080739789F026.829EC7ACCD7399F61D025C6305C6C81DDBD7959%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db54875b0700131ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8ieMzQtZTV5bm6z3H47RPz3i1GU&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://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db54875b0700131ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330450113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52D6C60E12494C1EB4F2060356C080739789F026.829EC7ACCD7399F61D025C6305C6C81DDBD7959%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db54875b0700131ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8ieMzQtZTV5bm6z3H47RPz3i1GU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-6567055514787781292?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/6567055514787781292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=6567055514787781292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6567055514787781292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/6567055514787781292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-that-got-away.html' title='The December that got away.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TRDJBE4khxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/CYmBidB0pik/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-7005893705183266849</id><published>2010-12-08T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:51:49.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair day!</title><content type='html'>From drab....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TQAK1_y5TdI/AAAAAAAABUw/PU17D2DtGFE/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-05%2Bat%2B11.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TQAK1_y5TdI/AAAAAAAABUw/PU17D2DtGFE/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-05%2Bat%2B11.49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548446663694699986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fab.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TQAK9O9WX6I/AAAAAAAABU4/LrhEaj-e5_8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-08%2Bat%2B15.24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TQALIht8E2I/AAAAAAAABVA/nsFDb27aFxc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-08%2Bat%2B15.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TQALIht8E2I/AAAAAAAABVA/nsFDb27aFxc/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-08%2Bat%2B15.25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548446982038360930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it only took 3 hours. :) 3 glorious hours. There is nothing that relaxes me more than getting my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look how cute this little princess looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TQAL197gKxI/AAAAAAAABVI/2GhFEx5Ss5Y/s1600/reaganhair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TQAL197gKxI/AAAAAAAABVI/2GhFEx5Ss5Y/s400/reaganhair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548447762705558290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got her hair done too. :) You can't help, but want to kiss those cheeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-7005893705183266849?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/7005893705183266849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=7005893705183266849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7005893705183266849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/7005893705183266849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/12/hair-day.html' title='Hair day!'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TQAK1_y5TdI/AAAAAAAABUw/PU17D2DtGFE/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-05%2Bat%2B11.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-3582066298476082891</id><published>2010-12-07T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T17:44:46.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be hormonal or just italian...or both.</title><content type='html'>I came home today and decided that it seemed like a good night for spaghetti. I grew up with an Italian grandmother that seemed to make it whenever she wanted everyone to eat a lot so she didn't feel bad about doing it herself.  I realize that every time I make spaghetti, it is usually preceded by a long day that may or may not have involved some crying.  It is then followed by a lot of complaining and a few calls to every family member to tell them all different accounts of my day...which also means that by the last member the whole story is totally made up and I've got one good daytime television episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spaghetti ended up good and I didn't really get to call anyone because I was so traumatized by Jason putting shredded cheddar cheese on his pasta.  Who puts shredded CHEDDAR cheese on their pasta? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few things I will never understand. That and how in the world you can eat hot dogs for breakfast? No, really. He does that.  Nope, not kidding. I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. I KNOW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get my hair done. I am hoping to feel like a new woman. I am beyond excited and glad that I don't have show the 6 inch roots at the Christmas party Friday night.  New hair makes everything better.  That and cheesecake.  Mmmmm...cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially 32 weeks. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you. I have no idea what we are naming this baby girl. It's quite sad. I have really been bonding with her lately and yet she has no name. Poor nameless baby girl.  I've been reminded though that Jesus knows her name. He knows her every thought and He is forming her just the way he wants her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to give me a lot of encouragement when I don't even feel like I know myself sometimes. Well, the hormonal, pregnant woman, that is. So glad that He knows me. He knows my heart. My every thought. Every tear I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's over the disgraceful shredded cheddar cheese or the raging insecurity I may be feeling at the moment, God knows and he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-3582066298476082891?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/3582066298476082891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=3582066298476082891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3582066298476082891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/3582066298476082891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-may-be-hormonal-or-just-italianor.html' title='I may be hormonal or just italian...or both.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4459366830382483214</id><published>2010-12-04T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T05:42:20.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5:40 a.m. on a Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every Saturday should be a day to sleep in. Any day off should be. Of course, here I am now, up and blogging. I woke up at 5:40 this morning and couldn't fall back asleep. I did go to bed at 8:15 last night though. I am more and more convinced that I am going to be just like my Mawmaw for the rest of my life and get up at 5:00 am, cut coupons, read the paper and complain about my legs hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how no one loves me. And how Italians are the best....and eat too much pie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished the stage at church for Christmas. It is one of the biggest projects that I do every quarter or so and although it always stresses me out, I actually really do enjoy doing it. I really want to learn how to have joy in the midst of big projects and busy seasons.  I had a  LOT of help this year from a fabulous group of ladies.  They pretty much made the whole thing happen while I pointed and told them what to do.  Now, that it is finally done I can rest for 2.5 minutes before the next project comes along. I spent most of my week doing that stage and the rest of it rehearsing music for various Christmas events.  I'm not totally 'Christmas-ed" out yet. I still love this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except that it is almost 75 degrees out every day. That makes me angry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine wrote &lt;a href="http://ourstorycontinued.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog post yesterday on perspective.  McKenna is probably the most inspiring person in my life. There is a strength and grace that God has given her that she probably doesn't even realize she has. And as I complain about being pregnant and being busy, she is trying to navigate her way through being a mom of 3, a wife and battling leukemia. I hate cancer and want it to go away. She hates cancer and wants it to go away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still, she reminds us of perspective and God's redeeming grace.  I am once again reminded of His hold on me and Joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these two. Oh what joy they bring to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TPo_YOAgz7I/AAAAAAAABUo/ixJJIRvVSl4/s400/photo.PNG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546815576369844146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:16 a.m.  I think I'll take a nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Joy, Unspeakable Joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; An overflowing well. No tongue can tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Joy, Unspeakable Joy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It rises in my soul. Never lets me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4459366830382483214?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4459366830382483214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4459366830382483214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4459366830382483214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4459366830382483214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/12/540-am-on-saturday-morning.html' title='5:40 a.m. on a Saturday morning'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TPo_YOAgz7I/AAAAAAAABUo/ixJJIRvVSl4/s72-c/photo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5670899629382873957</id><published>2010-12-02T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:35:12.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy...</title><content type='html'>I'm so behind with blogging every week.  There is so much going on at the church for Christmas. It is my busiest time of year and every year I say, "I will not stress out".  I can now officially say that will never happen. I am lying to myself when I say I won't.  I'm really trying not to freak out on people though. Being pregnant probably doesn't help that. What was I thinking being pregnant this time of year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Thanksgiving was tremendous this year. We stayed in San Antonio and went to Jason's parents house early in the afternoon and then to my Mom's that night. Everything was very relaxing and low key. I was just glad to have family around. I love our family. We had a few days off of work, but unfortunately Jason got the full blown flu. I'm so glad I had my flu shot. Thank you, Jesus!  It was a bummer though because we didn't really do much Friday - Monday because of it and by Monday I was about to choke my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby doctor said I could have the baby in about 6 weeks! I think he might want to induce me. At this point, I would love that. It would be glorious to have a baby in 6 weeks and a reminder that I have a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go now. Typing this is taking up time from all the things that I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5670899629382873957?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5670899629382873957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5670899629382873957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5670899629382873957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5670899629382873957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy...'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-8974595982709474164</id><published>2010-11-24T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T04:27:06.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Stretch</title><content type='html'>I'll be 31 weeks on Friday. Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 3rd trimester so far has been pretty good. Despite the back pain that I have every day, I must admit that I am a lucky girl. With Jackson I had horrible acid reflux. I haven't really had much of that this time around.  I have gained 19 lbs so far.  I only gained 20 and 25 lbs with the other 2, but I have a feeling that I am going to be closer to 30 when it is all said and done. I never factored in the holiday treats coming my way.  The Starbucks they are building nearby doesn't help my case.  I haven't really been craving thins like crazy. I love cold drinks, specifically Sonic peach tea.  I love breakfast tacos, green apples and yogurt. Nothing too "fun" or out there.  I love feeling her move.  That is my favorite thing about pregnancy and the only thing I will miss!  My hair is getting really long and thick. I love that!  Monday morning I am spoiling myself with a 1 hour prenatal massage. I am so excited. I had this done with Jack once and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have NOTHING done for the baby. Absolutely nothing.  We are going to have Reagan and her share a room eventually, so this week I will buying paint and Jason will be putting up the crib.  I have zero clothes ready and I really need to purchase a pack 'n play.  I also need to make room for this baby. Our 3 bedroom house seems so small all of a sudden, but I keep reminding myself that when I was a kid with 4 other siblings, we shared a 2 bedroom apartment. Things could be worse and it doesn't mean you need a 4000 sq. ft. home.  Good perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my thoughts are totally random, but I don't want to forget to document this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some questions you may have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is her name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.  We had settled on Madison, but all I am going to say is.....you never know. I think we are all going to be surprised the day she arrives. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any more children after this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe people ask this when you are in the middle of your pregnancy, but it seems to be a common question.  NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;We will not have any more after this. I love children. I am so blessed that God is giving me 3. I admire and respect all of you who have more, but pregnancy and me don't go together. I feel totally and 100% complete.  I didn't feel that with 2, but I definitely do with this one.  All in all, I we have decided that this will be it. Even more reason to enjoy this pregnancy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you work and have kids? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job. I love that it's flexible and allows me to be a mom. I love working for our church and doing ministry with my husband!  After the baby arrives I am going to down to 20 hours a week. It will definitely be less than I am doing now and I feel great about that. I have never had a conviction that I needed to be a stay at home mom.  I have truly prayed about this and sought the Lord, and I have felt like this is my calling. I feel that I have been called to be both a mommy and to use my gifts as a worship leader/creative arts minister.  I recognize also that I am in a very unique situation and that the environment at River City allows me to do something a lot of places don't.  I brought my babies to work and yes, that's pretty unusual!  God is very good to me and I feel total peace about what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rambled a lot, but I woke up at 5 am this morning.  I am sure this will catch up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And since babies are on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TO0EHgGoq2I/AAAAAAAABUQ/RUlIAZLztSk/s1600/Jackson-021%2B%2528small%2529.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TO0EHgGoq2I/AAAAAAAABUQ/RUlIAZLztSk/s400/Jackson-021%2B%2528small%2529.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543091243286309730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-8974595982709474164?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/8974595982709474164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=8974595982709474164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8974595982709474164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/8974595982709474164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-stretch.html' title='Last Stretch'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TO0EHgGoq2I/AAAAAAAABUQ/RUlIAZLztSk/s72-c/Jackson-021%2B%2528small%2529.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4079396967696755035</id><published>2010-11-23T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:30:29.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend and my random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I decided that I wanted to host a  lunch at our house for our church staff. We spend the most time with them, so why not eat together.  Around the beginning of the week I began to panic a little because I realized that my body isn't what is used to be (being in my 3rd trimester) and just mopping my floors required me to take 2 hour breaks, watching Sweet Home Alabama, in between chores.   I paused it somewhere around the "You have a baby...In a bar..." line and moved onto my bathrooms.  I was totally exhausted and that's when I called Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennc.wordpress.com"&gt;Jennifer Conant &lt;/a&gt;is queen domestic. She has 4 kids. She cooks. And boy can she decorate. I knew she didn't have too much going on with the rest of her life and asked her to come over and help me Friday morning. Everyone needs a friend who shows up at your house with a basket of pumpkins, a crock pot and table decorations and her hair in a bun.  Buns = this woman is ready to work.  I should know. Every Saturday morning I come out of my bedroom like that and Jason freaks out.   I am not sure what I would have done with out Jenn's help. On top of that, she wanted to make 4 pies for our staff.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thanksgiving is this week, I decided that we would serve chili, tamales &amp;amp; queso and all the fixins that go along with it. The pies were a HUGE hit and everyone stayed about 2 hours. Some longer. I ended up going to serve the homeless that night with our church. I didn't want to go because I was so exhausted, but was so glad I did.  My mother-in-law and I almost went to jail over having her camera there, but nonetheless, it was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is no moral to this story. Just the fact that I had to share how awesome Jennifer is and how everyone had a great time...and then how I served the homeless. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having people over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had taken pictures of everything.&lt;br /&gt;This peppermint mocha with soy milk that I am drinking is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="powerhouseblog.wordpress.com"&gt;Breanna &lt;/a&gt;always says a post is better with a picture. And since you can't get any more random than this, enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TOvda6bQdSI/AAAAAAAABUI/0hRKfRNqn5A/s1600/jasonhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TOvda6bQdSI/AAAAAAAABUI/0hRKfRNqn5A/s400/jasonhorse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542767220839445794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4079396967696755035?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4079396967696755035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4079396967696755035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4079396967696755035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4079396967696755035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-friend-and-my-random-thoughts.html' title='My friend and my random thoughts.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TOvda6bQdSI/AAAAAAAABUI/0hRKfRNqn5A/s72-c/jasonhorse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-4374667683090468198</id><published>2010-11-18T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:06:27.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Turkey &amp;  a little Christmas.</title><content type='html'>That kind of sounds like a line from Elf. Except there were no angry turkey's. Only angry elves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TOWjSLGO06I/AAAAAAAABUA/O3YfglKKf4s/s1600/angryturkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TOWjSLGO06I/AAAAAAAABUA/O3YfglKKf4s/s400/angryturkey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541014449161163682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was Jackson and Reagan's Thanksgiving Feast. I was so proud of my 2 turkey's. It was a great break from the insane week that I am having. I think it finally hit me that December is, oh wait, in 14 days. Yes, that's right. 14 Days.  And see, Christmas doesn't start on December 24th for me. It starts....3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go. Ready to take on this Holiday season and NOT freak out...and do it while being in my 3rd trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have to remind myself why I do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I love it. (And I do)&lt;br /&gt;Not because someone told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Not because it will make me look good.&lt;br /&gt;Not because I need something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do it because it will bring glory to God. I don't arrange Christmas songs just because they sound pretty, but because of the hope that it will&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; touch&lt;/span&gt; someones life.  I don't spend endless hours researching creative elements because it would be a cool touch. I do it because it could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change &lt;/span&gt;someones life.  I don't pull my hair out working with 200 yards of cheesecloth for the stage design just because I want it to be cool snowy effect. I do it because excellence in our stage is a first impression and should not be a distraction. Ultimately, it could lead them to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lifetime&lt;/span&gt; of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Spirit is officially here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-4374667683090468198?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/4374667683090468198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=4374667683090468198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4374667683090468198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/4374667683090468198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/11/angry-turkey-little-christmas.html' title='Angry Turkey &amp;  a little Christmas.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TOWjSLGO06I/AAAAAAAABUA/O3YfglKKf4s/s72-c/angryturkey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5187646031393154428</id><published>2010-11-12T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T08:28:38.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Clarification</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TN1rB1eT_OI/AAAAAAAABT4/7R3an0bWMog/s1600/IMG_4259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TN1rB1eT_OI/AAAAAAAABT4/7R3an0bWMog/s400/IMG_4259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538700796013837538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an overwhelming response of emails, phone calls, text messages and facebook messages asking what was going on with Jackson.  I am so blessed by how many people LOVE our son. It was also a great reminder that there are a lot of people out there who read facebook! ;)  I figured it might be a good idea to just write a little blog post about what's going on and that way you know how to pray. Plus,  it would give a peace of mind that Jackson really is OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jackson was born we noticed that his chest was sunken in (concave).  Of course, when you see something like that on your baby, you immediately think there is something wrong. His Dr. told us that the medical term for it was "Pectus Excavatum" and that as long as it didn't get any worse or that he didn't have any breathing issues, he was fine.  So, fast forward 4 years later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went to the Dr. because Jackson had an ear infection and his asthma was acting up from all the weather changes. When she went to check him out she noticed that his chest was a little deeper and told us that she felt we needed to look into surgery for him. The reason is that it could compromise his lung capacity and maybe even affect his heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, the signs of that happening aren't there, but it is always wise to get testing done, etc. She referred us to a specialist and we will look into doing that sometime in the new year.  He really is doing okay and we don't even know if he will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to have the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you pray for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that he wouldn't have to have surgery! However, if he does need to have it, pray that we would have wisdom and peace about it all.  He's so little still, so it kind of scares me, but I really do know that God is in control and that this isn't an accident! Jackson is one of the best things that ever happened to us and God created him just the way he wanted him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, friends! We will keep you posted. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-5187646031393154428?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5187646031393154428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5187646031393154428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5187646031393154428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5187646031393154428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-clarification.html' title='Some Clarification'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TN1rB1eT_OI/AAAAAAAABT4/7R3an0bWMog/s72-c/IMG_4259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1647205324001653388</id><published>2010-11-09T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:29:09.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog catch-up post #1 - Past 2 weeks.</title><content type='html'>Oh my word, I am so behind on life. Well, at least on blogging. So, where do I start? I have so much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what's been happening the past 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Christmas planning for the church is well on it's way. I had a stage design meeting at my house a few weeks ago. It was a lot of fun and we have some GREAT ideas in store! Xmas choir rehearsals start this week. So excited to start singing Christmas music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Halloween was a lot of fun! We went to my Mom's to trick-or-treat. The kids really got into it this year and it was so much fun to watch their little eyes light up at the fun. It will forever be a memory in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TNm2GAZ9b0I/AAAAAAAABTw/dfs_vbmmufk/s1600/75841_488557367639_512212639_6779312_8117678_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TNm2GAZ9b0I/AAAAAAAABTw/dfs_vbmmufk/s400/75841_488557367639_512212639_6779312_8117678_n-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537657431133089602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baby #3 is doing great! She is moving around like crazy and keeping me up at night. I have had horrible insomnia, but it just gives me another chance to pray about things in our lives and others. We are loving the name Madison Sarah Powers. I am pretty sure you have figured out that all of our kids are named after Presidents. It was, however, NOT meant to be that way. I just happened to like all those names.  I go for my Glucose Test next week. I hate that test and I'm praying for good results. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jack is sick. It started out by allergies. Now he has an ear infection, sinus infection and his Dr. told me today that his asthma is bad again. So, $400 later in prescriptions he is well on his way to recovery. (Not really $400, but it might as well of been.)  Please pray for him. Jackson was born with a concave chest. The medical term is Pectus Excavatum. Jackson's has never been that bad, but today the pediatrician seemed concerned and wants to look into him having surgery to repair it.  I was not expecting this and it really bummed me out. I thought he would be able to live with it and never need the surgery. However, there is a chance that it could compromise his heart and lungs. So, we are going to be looking into that more. I am just praying for peace and wisdom.  Of course, we want to do what is best for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There is so much more going on, but I need to space those blog posts a little. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1647205324001653388?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1647205324001653388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1647205324001653388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1647205324001653388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1647205324001653388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-catch-up-post-1.html' title='Blog catch-up post #1 - Past 2 weeks.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TNm2GAZ9b0I/AAAAAAAABTw/dfs_vbmmufk/s72-c/75841_488557367639_512212639_6779312_8117678_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1680765626985412629</id><published>2010-10-27T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:18:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peppermint, Key Lime Pie and other essentials.</title><content type='html'>My life seems to be a sea of hormones these days. I'll just start out by saying that I cry a lot and that it results in buying myself lots of Sonic drinks and maybe a pair of new shoes...or two. I actually haven't bought shoes, but that is only because my daughter needs diapers and Jackson had to get a new pair for himself, but you probably didn't need to know that. It sounded better when you thought I was getting 2 new pairs of shoes. It sounded better to me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I woke up in a heap of despair. I felt huge with still 3 months to go and had tried on at least 4 different outfits that day that all looked terrible.  I sat down on the bed crying and decided that I could in no way go until the end of January.  The Lord knew what he was doing when he put Jason and I together because he calmly told me that life would be okay and that I looked beautiful. I still didn't see any of his point, but okay....keep going.  My emotional breakdown must have touched a spot of sympathy in him (or fear) and he told me we were going out to buy me some maternity clothes that I would feel good in.  I don't argue with a man that wants to buy me clothes. No matter what the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a great husband. I know he will be excited to have his wife back in 3 months. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TMjKy_CvYxI/AAAAAAAABTo/6cWz1oECQUA/s1600/73459_484394582639_512212639_6701967_833219_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TMjKy_CvYxI/AAAAAAAABTo/6cWz1oECQUA/s400/73459_484394582639_512212639_6701967_833219_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532895119489852178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he handsome?  This time in our lives has brought us closer than ever....even when I am a crazy, emotional, pregnant, swollen woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some questions I've been pondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do pregnant women suffer from insomnia?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have ice cream whenever we want to?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get acne like I'm 14 again?&lt;br /&gt;Why do naps make you even meaner?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I dream of &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.zappos.com/nine-west-tumble-dark-green-medium-brown"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;every night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe that last question was totally made up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1680765626985412629?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1680765626985412629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1680765626985412629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1680765626985412629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1680765626985412629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/10/peppermint-key-lime-pie-and-other.html' title='Peppermint, Key Lime Pie and other essentials.'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TMjKy_CvYxI/AAAAAAAABTo/6cWz1oECQUA/s72-c/73459_484394582639_512212639_6701967_833219_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-5192521137057272554</id><published>2010-10-15T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:40:53.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The man in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TLhzZsT1izI/AAAAAAAABTY/Ah5-fk__Anw/s400/IMG_0227.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528295427825568562" /&gt;It has really been hitting me lately how lucky I am to have Jason as my husband. He &amp;amp; I are so different, but definitely made for each other. He is my hero in every way and I am so proud to call him my husband. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be going to part-time hours in the Spring. We have been praying about it for awhile and both feel that this is the time for me to take on less at work and more at home. I am THRILLED that I get to keep working at River City. I love the creative side of my job and I love developing people who I know are called to be worship leaders for God's kingdom! This will allow me to focus on only the things that I know God has called me to do.  It excites me that I will still have a role in it, but it gives me so much joy to know that I will have a bigger role with my kids too.   It is definitely a step of faith for us, but I am trusting that God is going to provide!  I am so proud of where Jason is at right now in ministry too.  The Lord is really raising him up and he has a lot of exciting and new things happening. I really feel like this is going to be a very fruitful season for Jason and that I am supposed to support him more in that as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful for this man.  I am not always the nice wife either, so I know he puts up me. Especially when I am pregnant.  :)  Of course, there is always the reminder that he is a goofball too. Even better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TLhzd5nF02I/AAAAAAAABTg/vd6EWe0uND0/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you thankful for your husband?  Share it on your blog this week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TLhzd5nF02I/AAAAAAAABTg/vd6EWe0uND0/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TLhzd5nF02I/AAAAAAAABTg/vd6EWe0uND0/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528295500115465058" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27869977-5192521137057272554?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/5192521137057272554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=5192521137057272554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5192521137057272554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/5192521137057272554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/10/man-in-my-life.html' title='The man in my life'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TLhzZsT1izI/AAAAAAAABTY/Ah5-fk__Anw/s72-c/IMG_0227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-2414959170754224181</id><published>2010-10-09T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:55:36.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 weeks prego</title><content type='html'>I am 24 weeks pregnant. It is glorious. I am so happy to be at this place in my pregnancy!!  A few things I'm feeling these days...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I feel better. Thank you God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have not had NEAR the heartburn/reflux that I had with my other 2. It would literally make me sick every night. I am so thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am always pretty tired still. I credit that to my 2 kids who are keeping me busy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have gained around 10 lbs. I figure that's pretty good. I gained 20 with Jack and 22 with Reagan.  I'd like to keep it around those numbers, but we will see. ;) Trying not to think too much about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I've been craving Minute Maid Fruit Juice like crazy. I go to the store at least 2 a week to buy it when we run out. It's my absolute favorite, but it does have 110 calories per serving...so I need to watch that! I don't really crave any particular foods although I do love spicy things it seems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am getting more and more excited about our little girl coming. I am anxious to see what she looks like. I have been praying for her more and more every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I still don't like maternity clothes. I don't wear them well. I wish I was one of those cute pregnant girls with the little belly's. That is not me. I am hoping to find some things that I can sing in and feel good in as the weather gets cooler. I feel extra aware of myself when I am singing in 3 services on Sunday. I just want to look cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 24 weeks that's where it's at.  Only 16 more to go!&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/27869977-2414959170754224181?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/2414959170754224181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=2414959170754224181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/2414959170754224181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/2414959170754224181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/10/24-weeks-prego.html' title='24 weeks prego'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1005032853210276637</id><published>2010-10-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:27:39.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our newest addition</title><content type='html'>So I have a lot of things to post about. Earlier it was Reagan turning 2 and now here I am telling you about our new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CAR!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm excited!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, we drove this home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3yL8X9pcI/AAAAAAAABTI/QMdweg4lWNo/s1600/EXPEDITION.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3yL8X9pcI/AAAAAAAABTI/QMdweg4lWNo/s400/EXPEDITION.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525338604852585922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a year we have been seeking God about a new car. Before I got pregnant it wasn't that big of a deal, but I felt God speaking to me about what it means to come before him with our needs.  So I did. And for awhile I saw nothing.  Back in May, I found out I was pregnant again and new that we would really need a 2nd car..or something bigger.  However, we did not want to get in a hard place financially and kill ourselves while paying for something we can't afford. No bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I continued to pray knowing that God would provide and that there could be worse things in life. A few weeks ago we went to dinner at our friends house.  They had this lovely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;...(yes, I said and meant&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thang&lt;/span&gt;) sitting out front with a for sale sign on it. We asked what they were wanting for it and went on our merrily way because we knew we probably couldn't do that.  They asked Jason if he wanted to drive it. Jason did. Of course...but then we went home and dreamed that one day we would find something like that.  The next day I was driving in my neighborhood and felt God specifically say, go home and ask me for what you need. Now, I know that this is not always the case. I know that sometimes God has other desires for us and other things to learn, but in this case I felt like I had to ask...and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a phone call that night saying they wanted to make a deal with us and offered us the Expedition at an amazing price. They basically gave it to us and now I am feeling so overwhelmingly blessed by what God has done for us. We pay off our HUGE student loan in November and will be able to get this baby paid for too (the actual baby that I am growing..not the car. The car's name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;. Remember?) I am so excited and I LOVE IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is so good. He is showing me so much right now in my life. I still have doubts about things, but my faith is being stretched to a new place. I know he will provide no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1005032853210276637?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1005032853210276637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1005032853210276637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1005032853210276637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1005032853210276637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our newest addition'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3yL8X9pcI/AAAAAAAABTI/QMdweg4lWNo/s72-c/EXPEDITION.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27869977.post-1317492349557517491</id><published>2010-10-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:11:28.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan &amp; Luke's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Last week we celebrated Reagan turning 2 and on Saturday she had a shared birthday party with Luke Conant.  Her best friend/boyfriend, even though she is like 5 inches taller than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan, it was always a problem for me too, honey.  Just hold out and maybe he'll grow to be 6'3 like your daddy...or you just have to be content marrying someone short cause you WILL marry into the Conant Family. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3wpovxs3I/AAAAAAAABSw/v2TsVduy4Fw/s1600/jennc.wordpress.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3wpovxs3I/AAAAAAAABSw/v2TsVduy4Fw/s400/jennc.wordpress.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525336915956577138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their 2nd Birthday was celebrated at McDonald's this year. By far the EASIEST and most relaxing party I have ever done. Ever.  It was such a blessing to do it with friends that we love. Reagan was so cute in her cute little outfit, Jenn's mother-in-law made.  Her and Luke's outfits coordinated!! Is that not adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3wsW8gxqI/AAAAAAAABS4/qXwo1jt9u_I/s1600/jennc.wordpress-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3wsW8gxqI/AAAAAAAABS4/qXwo1jt9u_I/s400/jennc.wordpress-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525336962717763234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3wtq-RaUI/AAAAAAAABTA/C9GqSvCGn2k/s1600/jennc.wordpress-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3wtq-RaUI/AAAAAAAABTA/C9GqSvCGn2k/s400/jennc.wordpress-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525336985273723202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, now I have a 2 year old.  And the 2's are in full swing.  She is still my sweet girl, but she is also my independent "I'll do it my way and if I don't I'll throw a fit" girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27869977-1317492349557517491?l=nataliepowers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/feeds/1317492349557517491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27869977&amp;postID=1317492349557517491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1317492349557517491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27869977/posts/default/1317492349557517491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nataliepowers.blogspot.com/2010/10/reagan-lukes-birthday-party.html' title='Reagan &amp; Luke&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Natalie Powers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197776534995032901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/SzLy-IWE-GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n5-vsMW9nd4/S220/n512212639_2027339_8298.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz5pS71xSLc/TK3wpovxs3I/AAAAAAAABSw/v2TsVduy4Fw/s72-c/jennc.wordpress.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
