<?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-8737153387247776840</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:06:44.499-07:00</updated><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>the Wildauer 5</title><subtitle type='html'>Established 1999</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-8250878754973569892</id><published>2009-08-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:10:15.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin' up</title><content type='html'>So, I don't know how many of you know that my wonderful husband has designed a website for my budding photography business.  I've put up a blog of my photo sessions (families, weddings, children) on there.  You can reach it at &lt;a href="http://www.wildauerphotography.com"&gt;www.wildauerphotography.com&lt;/a&gt; and check it out if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is rapidly coming to a close; only 1.5 more weeks until my little ones are officially first graders!  They are super stoked but a little concerned that their kindergarten teacher isn't going to be their 1st grade teacher too...  Guess I didn't really explain things well to them last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate is scheduled for surgery on Wednesday (yeah, only 5 days before school starts)- adenoidectomy and tonsilectomy.  I'm a bit nervous (I never do well with big things like this; I was a mess when Lauren chopped her thumb off!) but I am glad to have it done.  Poor boy had massive tonsils- they touch each other in the back of his throat- even when he's not sick!  I'm hoping that it is greatly beneficial for him but not looking forward to the pain he'll be in.  The drs. say it is not a fun recovery though it is only an outpatient procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's on our plate currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-8250878754973569892?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/8250878754973569892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=8250878754973569892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/8250878754973569892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/8250878754973569892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/08/catchin-up.html' title='Catchin&apos; up'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-4316726743914620312</id><published>2009-05-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:37:19.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/Sh2-KI1HwkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rYtuJGxUo5Y/s1600-h/Justine%27s+old+ones+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/Sh2-KI1HwkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rYtuJGxUo5Y/s320/Justine%27s+old+ones+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340633814509535810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday, Ryan and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary.  Ten years have come and gone; we were chatting about how it seems just like yesterday and yet forever ago.  We can still remember the joy and giddiness of the day.  It was beautiful; friends, family, flowers, formals!  And yet in these last 10 years our love has grown, our friendship has deepened,  and our relationship has been stretched and strengthened.  God has blessed us with three amazing children who are growing up all too fast, a beautiful home that has been the place of many wonderful memories, and a ministry that encourages us and challenges us to continually look like Jesus (and not just on the outside).  Over this past decade God's faithfulness to us has been abundant and consistent.  I'm so glad I get to spend life with my man and that I get to be his one and only.  So, thank you Lord!  You picked a good one!! :)  Here's to another 60 years!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/Sh2-gkti3II/AAAAAAAAAPU/4GcBXbdIfAY/s1600-h/Justine%27s+old+ones+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/Sh2-gkti3II/AAAAAAAAAPU/4GcBXbdIfAY/s320/Justine%27s+old+ones+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340634199951072386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/Sh2-XnpHjWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KfpDKIfTDCY/s1600-h/Justine%27s+old+ones+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/Sh2-XnpHjWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KfpDKIfTDCY/s320/Justine%27s+old+ones+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340634046118989154" 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/8737153387247776840-4316726743914620312?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/4316726743914620312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=4316726743914620312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/4316726743914620312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/4316726743914620312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/Sh2-KI1HwkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rYtuJGxUo5Y/s72-c/Justine%27s+old+ones+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-5729421561818643243</id><published>2009-04-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:06:11.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately I've gotten to enjoy the blessings of spring... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SfYpWd6RemI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rynh-xOmNcM/s1600-h/04+07+09_0015_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SfYpWd6RemI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rynh-xOmNcM/s320/04+07+09_0015_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329492675002464866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the beautiful flowers, the warm sunshine and the cute little birds in my yard.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SfYpWAVe5dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZE3wf5iu0YM/s1600-h/04+21+09_0114_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SfYpWAVe5dI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZE3wf5iu0YM/s320/04+21+09_0114_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329492667063526866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so thankful that God created these things for our pleasure and to testify about him!  What a Creator!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SfYpWzkqXbI/AAAAAAAAAOs/P66fJO28isA/s1600-h/04+22+09_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SfYpWzkqXbI/AAAAAAAAAOs/P66fJO28isA/s320/04+22+09_0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329492680817401266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and did I mention pudding cups?  Thank God for pudding cups too!&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/8737153387247776840-5729421561818643243?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/5729421561818643243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=5729421561818643243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/5729421561818643243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/5729421561818643243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-spring.html' title='I love Spring'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SfYpWd6RemI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rynh-xOmNcM/s72-c/04+07+09_0015_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-6699148996851084703</id><published>2009-03-12T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:51:05.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie &amp; Garrett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmtOdSjQbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tD3840ogr7I/s1600-h/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmtOdSjQbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tD3840ogr7I/s320/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312467699352420786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two weeks ago I headed out to the Caldwell Park for my first engagement session.  Garrett and Katie were such a great couple to shoot! The Lord graced us with beautiful weather (a sunny day amidst an extremely rainy February) that day. The couple's love for each other and joy for life are beautifully evident. I feel blessed to have had them for my first engagement session!!  Here are some of their portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmiFlr1yrI/AAAAAAAAANU/SzvrV0n5MtI/s1600-h/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2843%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmiFlr1yrI/AAAAAAAAANU/SzvrV0n5MtI/s320/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2843%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312455452359248562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmmF_ITRkI/AAAAAAAAANc/AjM7NDJl0cA/s1600-h/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2813%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmmF_ITRkI/AAAAAAAAANc/AjM7NDJl0cA/s320/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2813%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312459857236018754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmmGWOIosI/AAAAAAAAANk/qbjCS60PWK8/s1600-h/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2822%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmmGWOIosI/AAAAAAAAANk/qbjCS60PWK8/s320/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2822%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312459863434502850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmqJAGlUXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5zZM-7rVxyU/s1600-h/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2845%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmqJAGlUXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5zZM-7rVxyU/s320/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2845%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312464307083366770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmqI3JQVGI/AAAAAAAAANs/wHp2Ek0XNz4/s1600-h/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2832%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmqI3JQVGI/AAAAAAAAANs/wHp2Ek0XNz4/s320/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2832%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312464304678655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmqJilPMbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gLQBdRu494A/s1600-h/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2852%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmqJilPMbI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gLQBdRu494A/s320/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement+%2852%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312464316338745778" 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/8737153387247776840-6699148996851084703?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/6699148996851084703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=6699148996851084703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/6699148996851084703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/6699148996851084703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/03/katie-garrett.html' title='Katie &amp; Garrett'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbmtOdSjQbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tD3840ogr7I/s72-c/Dorn-Phipps+Engagement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-4639533732675799832</id><published>2009-03-07T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:25:41.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ugly and Cheap</title><content type='html'>Last night some of my closest friends and I began a tradition: Cheap and Ugly night.  Our husbands all came together and surprised all 7  of us.  Ryan told me at 4pm Friday night that I needed to be ready at 6, be somewhat formally dressed and that some friends were showing up at 6pm to go out for the evening.  I looked out the window at 5:55 and noticed a huge limo sitting in front of our house. The Shepards and Pagans gathered at our house and we climbed into the car. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNKe1ok0wI/AAAAAAAAAME/FHHLqYLOsbk/s1600-h/03+06+09_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNKe1ok0wI/AAAAAAAAAME/FHHLqYLOsbk/s320/03+06+09_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310670279253742338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNLQ36UuRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3yMDuwN_Y_k/s1600-h/03+06+09_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNLQ36UuRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3yMDuwN_Y_k/s320/03+06+09_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310671138858514706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped by the Robertson's house, picked up Cal and Jenae, and proceeded up to Redding in luxury.  We pulled off at Cypress and the limo turned into Ross Dress for Less.  That's where the fun really got going!  (See, Erin and I love shopping at Ross and have seen things in the past that inspired the idea to have a  contest with friends: the ugliest dress for the cheapest price!  And that we'd then go out wearing our finds with our husbands.)  We met up with the Claassens and the Knights at Ross and begun to hunt for our er, "beautiful" gowns.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNNOrlKv1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/vriTSWju9fI/s1600-h/03+06+09_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNNOrlKv1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/vriTSWju9fI/s320/03+06+09_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310673300212072274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNNPG_7yiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TBIZQZy7Py0/s1600-h/03+06+09_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNNPG_7yiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TBIZQZy7Py0/s320/03+06+09_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310673307572095522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say, seven of us girls in the dressing room trying on the most hideous things was hilarious!  I love my girlfriends!!  Note that my dress here actually has pockets!  It's satin!  Why does a satin dress need pockets??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNN-3ZhGrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/D_Xqm6Mbt6E/s1600-h/03+06+09_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNN-3ZhGrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/D_Xqm6Mbt6E/s320/03+06+09_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310674128018152114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  After our men made our purchases, we went back to the dressing rooms to outfit for the night.  We paraded up to the front in our stylish attire and climbed into the limo headed to dinner at Cattlemen's!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNPvf4MpII/AAAAAAAAAMs/832cBTfvmgE/s1600-h/03+06+09_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNPvf4MpII/AAAAAAAAAMs/832cBTfvmgE/s320/03+06+09_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310676063029601410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There we met up with the Parodis and had a great time stuffing ourselves.  At the end of the night we had a vote on the ugliest dress.  Erin took it by a landslide!!  And hers was one of the cheapest ones too- $6.99!  I did get one vote but apparently my dress was not hideous enough! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNWeu1hFiI/AAAAAAAAANE/XamkYIJILIE/s1600-h/03+06+09_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNWeu1hFiI/AAAAAAAAANE/XamkYIJILIE/s320/03+06+09_0107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310683471568508450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNQq_ErFqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nckts9XAGJY/s1600-h/03+06+09_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNQq_ErFqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Nckts9XAGJY/s320/03+06+09_0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310677085015709346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then headed back to our house for brownies and games.  All in all, a very memorable and hilarious night!  I thank the Lord for great friendships.  And wonderful husbands!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNVEF34MdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/m2Nhgfitnpk/s1600-h/03+06+09_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNVEF34MdI/AAAAAAAAAM8/m2Nhgfitnpk/s320/03+06+09_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310681914384331218" 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/8737153387247776840-4639533732675799832?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/4639533732675799832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=4639533732675799832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/4639533732675799832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/4639533732675799832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugly-and-cheap.html' title='Ugly and Cheap'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SbNKe1ok0wI/AAAAAAAAAME/FHHLqYLOsbk/s72-c/03+06+09_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-988962367948520231</id><published>2009-02-02T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:48:32.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Years They Pass</title><content type='html'>Tonight, while flossing my son's teeth, I noticed that one of his bottom teeth is loose.  For some reason this took me by surprise.  When did my baby boy become a kid?  Must have happened one night while I was sleeping.  The next few years are going to be filled with goofy smiles and gaping holes.  I'm being ushered all too quickly into this next stage...  This year I turn 30- not so much a big deal to me than I thought it would be (we'll see what I say on THE day but that's my feeling now).  The bigger deal?  That my baby girl is turning 4 in one month.  My youngest is four!  No longer crawling and speaking jabber but is an articulate little girl.  Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-988962367948520231?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/988962367948520231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=988962367948520231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/988962367948520231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/988962367948520231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/02/years-they-pass.html' title='The Years They Pass'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-1500391157973379212</id><published>2009-01-14T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:53:19.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>I said that I'd post some photos from the wedding this weekend.  I'm not including any of the portraits (though they're my favorites) until the bride and groom get a chance to look at them.  But here's what I can show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jiaXVnII/AAAAAAAAALA/RXpGeoRfITU/s1600-h/01+10+09_0100_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jiaXVnII/AAAAAAAAALA/RXpGeoRfITU/s320/01+10+09_0100_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205686306643074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jhtdFCGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uunSydPR4MY/s1600-h/01+10+09_0098_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jhtdFCGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uunSydPR4MY/s320/01+10+09_0098_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205674251126882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4ji-QcONI/AAAAAAAAALI/Pxr1S1l2Ga8/s1600-h/01+10+09_0157_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4ji-QcONI/AAAAAAAAALI/Pxr1S1l2Ga8/s320/01+10+09_0157_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205695941392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jjIO7vdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SNpQHSzw8WE/s1600-h/01+10+09_0183_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jjIO7vdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/SNpQHSzw8WE/s320/01+10+09_0183_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205698619424210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jjpsOMsI/AAAAAAAAALY/L9T70Glq4YA/s1600-h/01+10+09_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jjpsOMsI/AAAAAAAAALY/L9T70Glq4YA/s320/01+10+09_0457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205707600638658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4mZJkrjjI/AAAAAAAAALg/9nDouxDRV_M/s1600-h/01+10+09_0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4mZJkrjjI/AAAAAAAAALg/9nDouxDRV_M/s320/01+10+09_0710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291208825715265074" 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/8737153387247776840-1500391157973379212?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/1500391157973379212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=1500391157973379212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/1500391157973379212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/1500391157973379212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SW4jiaXVnII/AAAAAAAAALA/RXpGeoRfITU/s72-c/01+10+09_0100_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-4764932999349947222</id><published>2009-01-10T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:49:58.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm home after 9 hours of wedding photography and I am exhausted!  But it was a wonderful day!!  The bride and groom were beautiful!  Their love for the Lord and for each other was an encouragement to all who were there.  It was such a joy and privilege to be able to capture their beautiful moments.  I got to work with my best friend and partner in crime- she was wonderful: creative, very helpful, assertive, supportive!!   And though everything didn't go exactly as I'd hoped (our portraits were delayed 1 hour so we were a little crunched for time, I had to juggle with the lighting quite a bit, and I learned that there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;more to directing people than I'd thought to the job), I got some shots that I am very excited about and it was a joy to be a wedding photographer for the day.  Thanks to many for your prayers!  I'll place some photos up shortly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-4764932999349947222?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/4764932999349947222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=4764932999349947222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/4764932999349947222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/4764932999349947222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-5168523361601374294</id><published>2009-01-06T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:08:16.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do</title><content type='html'>Some may know that I have been increasing my hobby of photography to include portrait shots for other families.  This weekend the notch goes a little higher when I shoot (with the great help and talent of my best friend) my first wedding.  I am very excited and completely nervous!  I've enjoyed the "safe" water of family portraits because if they get botched (which has happened to me before) I can schedule a reshoot.  However, we cannot simply "redo" anything for the wedding.  I consider it a privilege to be able to this and am excited but my stomach is doing flips.  (I believe I'll be more excited after things are said and done- the anxiety is primary currently.)  But I am very inspired with this opportunity; my mind is imagining all sorts of settings and poses to capture the beautiful bride and groom.  I have loved the creative "storm" I've had the last couple of days.  So, we'll see how it goes.  Everyone needs to start somewhere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy marriages begin when we marry the ones we love, and they blossom when we love the ones we marry."- Tom Mullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-5168523361601374294?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/5168523361601374294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=5168523361601374294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/5168523361601374294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/5168523361601374294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-do.html' title='I do'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-6022779909308637540</id><published>2008-12-31T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:35:11.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you doing New Year's Eve?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SVwdm9dKptI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T3WlenC8hBQ/s1600-h/12+20+08_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SVwdm9dKptI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T3WlenC8hBQ/s320/12+20+08_0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286132617795249874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas season this year!  I am extremely thankful for the many joys that were a part of our festivities- visiting with family, playing games, baking treats, watching the Nutcracker ballet with the whole family- just to name a few.  The kids this year were tons of fun!  They enjoyed giving their gifts to others (Lauren was still pretty stuck on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; them), cranking up the Chipmunk's Christmas music, and stopping by every random house staring at their light display.  This year we even had our own Christmas Eve service (we weren't feeling too good to go to our church's service) in our living room by the Christmas tree.  And though we had four (yes, 4!!) Christmas celebrations, it was a relaxing time.  Several times throughout the day, I'd sit back and remember my past Christmas' (aunts and uncles goofing with the kids' new toys, playing Barbies with my cousins) and think these are the years that will fill my kids' memories.  I believe we made some good memories this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the new year is only 7 hours away and Christmas is boxed up.  And I am wondering what my New Year's Resolutions are...  there are many things that I can not do or do more of but where do I want to focus?  Where would God like me to focus?  I'm thinking about having several in different areas of my life: the spiritual (I know, this one is all encompassing), the physical, parenting goals, wifely goals, etc.  Is that allowed?  So, here's to next year!   May the memories we make be full of joy and bring glory to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-6022779909308637540?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/6022779909308637540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=6022779909308637540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/6022779909308637540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/6022779909308637540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-are-you-doing-new-years-eve.html' title='What are you doing New Year&apos;s Eve?'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SVwdm9dKptI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T3WlenC8hBQ/s72-c/12+20+08_0218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-1066633597780668344</id><published>2008-12-02T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:06:29.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>"Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat... " We've been listening to the Muppets' Christmas album (often) and that means Christmas is on it's way.  It is a holiday I dearly love!  There are many joyous memories of Christmas' past and I am truly cherishing the thrill of experiencing it through the eyes of my children now that they are old enough to "get it".  They hunt out any house that has lights up an request that Dad drive via that route at night.  They are excited to pick out just the right gift for their brother or sister.  They are tickled that they get to cut out Christmas trees and gingerbread men at school.  They took great joy in helping decorate the tree at home, remembering ornaments from years past.  Great joy fills their eyes and their hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it seems that the older I get, the less mysterious and joyful the holiday is for those surrounding me.  Many adults complain about the over-commercialism that it has become and cast a dark, grey cloud over the entire festivities!  They throw their hands up in defeat.  Ryan and I read a news article about parents writing to toy companies, complaining about the company's "over-marketing to their children" asking that they refrain from that in this current economy.  And Ryan said, "It's sad that we complain and try to control our circumstances rather than controlling ourselves."  Yes, we can gripe about how corporate America has turned Christmas into an opportunity to balance the companies' budgets.  But Christmas can be about SO much more, what it's supposed to be about- the joy of celebrating our Savior's birth.  I'm not going to say that I don't like the presents; yes, the present are nice (especially since I'm a gift giver and LOVE having monies set aside to lavish tokens of love on my friends and relatives whereas we do not have that luxury throughout the year).  But if you're "cheesed" by the commercialism of it all, move on past that!  We, as believers, have a responsibility to enJOY this celebration- really, apart from Christ's resurrection, the only celebration worth taking part in!  So, don't fall into the traps of holiday sales and don't let your woes about it all wear you down.  We have great reason to celebrate and shout with joy!  Do things with your family that becomes traditions- make paper chains, bake cookies, act out the accounts of Jesus' birth- that don't dip in the pocket book.  Christmas does not have to center around the shopping mall.  We can control ourselves even if we can't control our circumstances.  Let's take great joy celebrating our Savior's birth and sharing that love with those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-24976" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Luke 2:10-But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. &lt;span id="en-NIV-24977" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-1066633597780668344?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/1066633597780668344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=1066633597780668344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/1066633597780668344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/1066633597780668344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-229705117462285081</id><published>2008-11-17T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:16:39.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend marked a momentous occasion in our house- Nicole got her ears pierced!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Tuesday she mentioned wanting to have it done and then on Saturday morning she asked Ryan and I.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had been waiting for her to want to do it- once she turned 5 we said that she could do it but she kept putting it of (“till I’m 8” she’d say).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Saturday morning she woke up wanting to get it done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we gave the ok, she herded Nate and Lauren into their rooms to get dressed so we could get going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was extremely excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And she was quite the champ- she brought her beloved Rabbie with her to snuggle with but no tears dropped from her eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was a stud!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a photo documentary of the happenings…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole super stoked on the way to get her ears pierced!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGlo6I9sOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GThnDCOrUww/s1600-h/11+15+08_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGlo6I9sOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GThnDCOrUww/s320/11+15+08_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675161220395234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole making her selection...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGhBfqvNqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BvNi8A1BY-Q/s1600-h/11+15+08_0005_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGhBfqvNqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BvNi8A1BY-Q/s200/11+15+08_0005_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670086052886178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting  patiently while they prepared things...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGhCh5dsoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/v1cQY1L9dwE/s1600-h/11+15+08_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGhCh5dsoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/v1cQY1L9dwE/s200/11+15+08_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670103831392898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The deed.  (2 at once is definitely the way to go!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGhDwJbrTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KaZmyUzkTBo/s1600-h/11+15+08_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGhDwJbrTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KaZmyUzkTBo/s200/11+15+08_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670124836334898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The worst it got.  No tears, no wailing!  She was stronger than her mother!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGhFMiJtlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/I6iN0C5-zZU/s1600-h/11+15+08_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGhFMiJtlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/I6iN0C5-zZU/s200/11+15+08_0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670149636077138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite picture- Nicole beaming with pride, Daddy holding his baby girl in his comforting arms and a bag that declares to the world what just happened.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGmbYT9JdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lIlYjkp2t9E/s1600-h/11+15+08_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGmbYT9JdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lIlYjkp2t9E/s320/11+15+08_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676028313019858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGlpqsssGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dvtzJcf92Zc/s1600-h/11+15+08_0022_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGlpqsssGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dvtzJcf92Zc/s320/11+15+08_0022_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269675174255177826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a little odd going to be that night thinking that my baby girl now has pierced ears, something that, in my mind, marks a little more mature stage.  I sure do love this thing called life that the Lord has allowed me.  I am blessed and enjoy these little moments.&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/8737153387247776840-229705117462285081?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/229705117462285081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=229705117462285081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/229705117462285081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/229705117462285081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing up...'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SSGlo6I9sOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GThnDCOrUww/s72-c/11+15+08_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-2359657702686278316</id><published>2008-11-12T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:02:32.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugs, photography, and sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What good is having a blog if you can't use it to post gratuitous pictures of your cute kids?  Here are the latest of them with their Fall Festival costumes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My 3 bugs&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ1fRqaxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/T0gp9-OP9-8/s1600-h/11+06+08_0136_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ1fRqaxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/T0gp9-OP9-8/s320/11+06+08_0136_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268033806487153426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole as a bumblebee princess&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ4IgAARI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ATGN9QF4oAA/s1600-h/11+06+08_0192_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ4IgAARI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ATGN9QF4oAA/s320/11+06+08_0192_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268033851912880402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren's innocent face as a butterfly princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ3r3i99I/AAAAAAAAAIo/KysJLSFU6Xg/s1600-h/11+06+08_0143_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ3r3i99I/AAAAAAAAAIo/KysJLSFU6Xg/s320/11+06+08_0143_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268033844227012562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then her "don't smile" face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ0w6mC5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GOTyuxxQqNM/s1600-h/11+06+08_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ0w6mC5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GOTyuxxQqNM/s320/11+06+08_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268033794042366866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate as the creepy spider.&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/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ1Fln6rI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l5cLJG0VEqg/s1600-h/11+06+08_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ1Fln6rI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l5cLJG0VEqg/s320/11+06+08_0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268033799591553714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    On other news, I've been reading a really great bo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1065/1432679313_f1d884b291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 165px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1065/1432679313_f1d884b291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok by Jerry Bridges, "Respectable Sins".  &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;It has been a good (though, hard) challenge to me.  His book addresses those sins that we as Christians tend to minimize; anger, frustration, anxiety, lack of self-control, jealousy, ungodliness, vicarious immorality, etc.  As believers, we often compare ourselves to the world and come up looking fairly clean- certainly not guilty of the extreme sins- theft, adultery, murder, hatred... that the world so blatantly flaunts.  But Bridges challenges his readers to consider that even a 99% in God's class still earns you a "F"; that it is not the world's standards that we are to measure against.&lt;br /&gt;   To be honest, I've been a believer for 15 years now (actually to the day tomorrow) and I think I had gotten kinda stale.  The communion plate would pass on a Sunday morning and the leader would encourage us to do business with God and I would come up short... I did not think that I was perfect in anyway (certainly, I'm NO Jesus) but yet, I couldn't name specific sins (and thus deal with them) in my life.   I was tolerating those "acceptable" sins.  I was very intrigued by the title of the book yet very cautious/hesitant about what it may have in store.  God met me within those pages and exposed my heart in many ways, in many subtle sins.  Was it/ is it hard to face up to my sin?  Yes.  But man, is it good.  I feel fresh again.  Alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Jerry Bridges writes,"(So) we need to be honest and humble enough to admit our subtle sins in order to experience  the love that comes through the forgiveness of those sins.  But we must also face them in order to deal with them.  The worst sin of all, in practical terms, is the denial of the subtle sins in our lives.  We cannot deal with them until we admit their presence."  &lt;/div&gt;I have joy that God is certainly not done with me yet.  As I learn that I must trust Him more (for He is the sovereign God), it also causes me to take more joy in the grace and love he pours out in abundance upon me.  I Peter 5:5 says, "God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble."  I desire his grace.&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/8737153387247776840-2359657702686278316?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/2359657702686278316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=2359657702686278316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/2359657702686278316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/2359657702686278316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-good-is-having-blog-if-you-cant.html' title='Bugs, photography, and sin'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SRvQ1fRqaxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/T0gp9-OP9-8/s72-c/11+06+08_0136_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-5308594772557534332</id><published>2008-10-06T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:13:01.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read my mind</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for a while- I've been consumed!  I've been bitten by the Twilight bug!  For the last 2 weeks I've been a book zombie, disappearing from my family and responsibilities ("Yes, I know you're hungry.  Just let me finish this chapter!!")  Ryan hates that I enjoy reading but it has been nice to rediscover the joy of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one day, while I was reading book 2 (New Moon) on the couch, Nicole came and sat next to me, snuggling.  A couple of minutes passed until she started leaning her head in towards mine and I looked up at her, curious as to what she was doing.  I assumed that she was just snuggling in tighter (it was one of those cooler days).  Several more minutes passed and she was staring me down with her head mere inches from mine.  "What are you doing?" I asked.  "I want to hear that" she said, pointing down at my book.  I told her that she couldn't hear it; that I was reading in my head.  She looked at me confused so I showed her.  "Think 'I love you Mom' in your head", I told her.  After she looking intently at me for the next 30 seconds, I told her "I didn't hear that."  She looked baffled and grabbed my head and bonked my forehead up against hers and sat still for another second.  I started to giggle!  "I still didn't hear that" I told her.  So she goes further and places her head right up against my ear and sits still.  I was in hysterics by this time!  I then explained to her that we cannot hear each other's thoughts or words in their heads- it just doesn't work that way.  She was shocked and bummed all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I don't know if that was such a good idea- telling a little child that I cannot hear her mind... I may have prevented some bouts of trouble with her thinking, "I cannot do this because Mom will know!"  Well, at least I was able to teach her that there is always Someone listening to our thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;        Psalm 139:2- "You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar."&lt;br /&gt;That's convicting plenty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-5308594772557534332?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/5308594772557534332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=5308594772557534332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/5308594772557534332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/5308594772557534332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/10/read-my-mind.html' title='Read my mind'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-2288204712191739231</id><published>2008-09-08T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:00:35.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall has begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SMVL28lNzOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C3sBEHDSHZk/s1600-h/09+08+08_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SMVL28lNzOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C3sBEHDSHZk/s320/09+08+08_0175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243680748490050786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cooler air in the mornings, the shorter days, the chestnut spikeballs stabbed in your feet... ah, the feel of fall.  I am a little sad to see summer go but welcome this new change (well, all but the spikeballs).  I like when it is cool enough to enjoy snuggling, the beauty of the colorful landscape, and baking in the oven.  Yes, it does mean that we will be spending all spare time in the yard trying to rake up that "colorful landscape" and dealing with darkness at 6:00 but it is wonderful how God, even in his created world, gave us newness.  It is not the "same old thing"; He's pretty amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is funny is that I can appreciate the change in the seasons but have a much harder time appreciating change in my personal life.  I look at the seasonal difference as a blessing but see any variant of difference in my life as troublesome, awkward, and at times, fearful.  Maybe its because I can predict the change of the seasons.  Moving in to the fall means you'll need to start unpacking your jeans and long sleeves.  There is a little predictability in the ensuing change whereas, in your own life, it is rarely, if ever, predictable how things are gonna go.  This, I'm sure, is one of God's ways of ensuring our DAILY dependence upon him.  And beautifully, he never changes.  "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever"- Hebrews: 13:8  Though we may be in flux, he is our rock which we cling to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent change was my kidlets going off to school.  We've now settled in to a bit of a revised schedule and it all is working out grandly.  Lauren is coping with the absence of her brother and sister very well.  Nate and Nicole absolutely LOVE school (Nicole the academics, Nate recess!) and I have adjusted to it all now.  But change isn't over.  God is working in me- the hardest kind of change- internal change.  Let's hope that I've learned a lesson or two and welcome this change as best as I'm able!  Because there is definitely some fear associated with this change as well as confusion.  For now, I am clinging to my Rock and asking for help to endure.  I may not be able to look out past it all now, but I am hopeful that once the change has occurred, I'll be adjusted to it all and be able to look back and say, "I'm glad the new season has arrived".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens,  your faithfulness to the skies.- Psalm 36:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-2288204712191739231?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/2288204712191739231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=2288204712191739231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/2288204712191739231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/2288204712191739231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-has-begun.html' title='Fall has begun'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SMVL28lNzOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C3sBEHDSHZk/s72-c/09+08+08_0175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-2741597421849916709</id><published>2008-08-13T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:53:27.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-minus 5 days...</title><content type='html'>In five days I will be taking my children to kindergarten; them with their little backpacks, me with an entire box of tissues!  I am excited but more so overwhelmed and nostalgic.  I've tried not thinking about it over the summer but as the day approaches, I'm filled with sappy moments and random crying bouts.  I'm not really sure why either!  Some of it are my fears, but most, I guess, is the fact that this is one of the marks in their maturity.  They are growing up!  (You say, "No, duh!  It happens to all of us!"  I say "Just wait till it's your kid".)  They are now school children.  And it doesn't make matters any better when, at lunch today, Nicole mentions that she misses being four (because she liked being at home and dancing).  A couple more tears were let loose. &lt;br /&gt;My little guys are heading towards so many new firsts- first day of school, first time their name gets on the board (for talking, no doubt!  They are Ryan's and mine.), first best friend, first little crush which are wonderful and exciting but also freaky and intimidating.  And school isn't quite what it was when we were there (24 years ago- Wow!).  But I also trust in the Sovereign God who loves my children with greater love than even I can give.  (And that's a lot of love!)  And He has taken great care of them up to this day.  I just need to keep remembering that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-2741597421849916709?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/2741597421849916709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=2741597421849916709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/2741597421849916709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/2741597421849916709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/08/t-minus-5-days.html' title='T-minus 5 days...'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-1454581784352414299</id><published>2008-08-02T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:55:39.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times, great people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSpubwxH_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4XGEHRIlOQY/s1600-h/07+28+08_0238-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSpubwxH_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4XGEHRIlOQY/s320/07+28+08_0238-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229991682475368434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just got back from our family (and hopefully annual) vacation to Davenport with our great friends, the Claassens.  It was wonderful being in the salty air and not frying at 100 degrees!  We actually had to wear jeans and sweatshirts in the mornings and evenings- in July!  Unheard of in Redding!!  It was a great time!  The kids had never been to the coast before so they loved taking it all in (and even taking some of it home- sand in every crevice!!) We also had the opportunity to go to the Monterey Bay Aquarium- the kids were amazed at the 500 ton tuna!  As Nicole said, "that's a big sandwich!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some pics from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmgW300GI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TMbqCt-M188/s1600-h/07+29+08_0057-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmgW300GI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TMbqCt-M188/s320/07+29+08_0057-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229988142109741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The jellyfish exhibit @ Monterey Bay Aquarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmgst5wGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k2HSJdotVcc/s1600-h/07+29+08_0104-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmgst5wGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k2HSJdotVcc/s320/07+29+08_0104-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229988147973701730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us on Cannery Row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSjprzsGKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K8kFWXF4WYM/s1600-h/07+28+08_0424-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSjprzsGKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K8kFWXF4WYM/s320/07+28+08_0424-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229985003813476514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate showing me his muscles on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSjo4MelrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zv2XIXxfl2w/s1600-h/07+28+08_0377-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSjo4MelrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zv2XIXxfl2w/s320/07+28+08_0377-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229984989958805170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren taking it all in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSjpZ6ck0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Z0S2C4uubg/s1600-h/07+28+08_0405-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSjpZ6ck0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-Z0S2C4uubg/s320/07+28+08_0405-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229984999009981250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool starfish we found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSjoYuvq7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/89HpVQpA0KE/s1600-h/07+28+08_0313-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSjoYuvq7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/89HpVQpA0KE/s320/07+28+08_0313-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229984981512596402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being a goof (shocking, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmhA3AMbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2_rs_tZhGKs/s1600-h/07+29+08_0134-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmhA3AMbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2_rs_tZhGKs/s320/07+29+08_0134-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229988153380581810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Crazy Crew!!  Six kids worth of craziness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmgynnAvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fXY1kP-xrGc/s1600-h/07+29+08_0126-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmgynnAvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fXY1kP-xrGc/s320/07+29+08_0126-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229988149557920498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole on Fishermen's Wharf, Monterey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmgLK3pxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sj4dg5OCbbI/s1600-h/07+28+08_0479-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSmgLK3pxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sj4dg5OCbbI/s320/07+28+08_0479-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229988138968393490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole chasing the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSrUohnAlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5zFbnYziuTo/s1600-h/07+30+08_0026-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSrUohnAlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5zFbnYziuTo/s320/07+30+08_0026-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229993438248108626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a great trip- rockin' out to the Robots' soundtrack in traffic jams; eating junk food while on the road; peeling wet jeans off little bodies; the kids ordering Clam Chowder and pounding down Ryan's calamari (eww!); hanging out with good friends; exploring the ocean shore through fresh eyes; walking hand in hand with my daughter on the beach; digging to China in the sand (or at least trying to); soaking up God's beautiful creation.  These surely are blessed days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait 'til next year~&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/8737153387247776840-1454581784352414299?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/1454581784352414299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=1454581784352414299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/1454581784352414299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/1454581784352414299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-times-great-people.html' title='Good times, great people!'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SJSpubwxH_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/4XGEHRIlOQY/s72-c/07+28+08_0238-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-3323148618110931484</id><published>2008-07-25T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:57:36.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons...</title><content type='html'>I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpFuxjw2AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4JsEsq8zH_Y/s1600-h/07+25+08_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpFuxjw2AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4JsEsq8zH_Y/s320/07+25+08_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227066987396519938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'m feeling pretty proud of myself!  Even in the midst of Ryan being gone for a week, I am being productive- dare I say even domestic!  (Praise goes to the Good Lord who has kept my sanity for me!)  On Sunday, I (with the help of friends) made a batch of lemon bars- from scratch!  It was a lot of work grating the stinking lemon peels (something like 5 TBS!!) but it was delicious.  Then on Wednesday, the kids and I made oatmeal cookies together. Today I actually ventured out and made lemonade from scratch- I may be a bit biased but it is the best tasting lemonade I've ever had.  Which makes me wonder, "why haven't I tried it before"?  And, "why can't I be this productive when Ryan is home?"  Tonight my big plans go to completing some work for the office and scrubbing the bathrooms.  We'll see how things go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been having some great and not so great moments as a mom recently.  The great moments?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpHL_Qa9KI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iEud00xundc/s1600-h/07+14+08_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpHL_Qa9KI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iEud00xundc/s200/07+14+08_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227068588801324194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Having a "spa day" with the girls!  I went to the store and spent about $8 for little &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpIS3oHp4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8EAzPDLnTKo/s1600-h/07+14+08_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpIS3oHp4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8EAzPDLnTKo/s200/07+14+08_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227069806523950978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;supplies to pamper the girls- body puffs, flowered nail files of their own, toe &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpITBIXOeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/04c053BPHw8/s1600-h/07+14+08_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 139px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpITBIXOeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/04c053BPHw8/s200/07+14+08_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227069809075108322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;separators (just like in the real spas), new nail polishes, and of course a little snack of Junior Mints.  Oh, yeah, this was full service!  It was so much fun; the girls both speak of the day with great joy and can't wait for the next one.  For me, it was a blast just being able to spend some time with the girls pampering them with love and listening to them giggle over being "like a mom".  These days make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are days that cause heartache... Today I came around the corner and saw one of my kids playing with an unknown toy.  I asked them where they got it and instant shame swept their little face.  I pulled them in the bedroom to talk w/them (without the prying ears of their siblings) and chatted with them.  We had been over at a friends house the day before and I had seen one of these kinds of toys there so figured that this was one of theirs.  Upon talking w/ them, they admitted to taking it from there.  I then discussed that this was not ok and the consequences of their actions (their need to apologize to our friends, and the possibility that Dad would not be giving him a "you've been a good boy while I'm gone" gift).  Their little heart was broken and sorrowful.  They cried in my arms and then wouldn't eat lunch nor even talk with us at the table.  It broke my heart to see my child like this but I understand the importance of their learning the lesson.  Its also a bit embarrassing that it is my child that did this.  I know, looking in on the situation, I'd see it as no big deal, just the naivety of a child desiring something that was not theirs- that they'd made a mistake.  But as their mom, I want the lesson to be learned and not repeated.  I've heard it once that children are &lt;span id="video_description_text"&gt;the part of their mother's heart walking outside her body; therefore a mother feels joyful at her children's joy, sad when her children are sad.  I can attest to this today.&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/8737153387247776840-3323148618110931484?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/3323148618110931484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=3323148618110931484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/3323148618110931484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/3323148618110931484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons...'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SIpFuxjw2AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4JsEsq8zH_Y/s72-c/07+25+08_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-3075016127936630399</id><published>2008-07-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:55:32.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absense makes the heart grow fonder...</title><content type='html'>I'm alone.  Ryan is in Mexico with the High School Students and I am here in the house with three (crazy) children.  Nothing like those times to make you miss your best friend and love.  Its interesting how you don't show appreciation for something until you lack it...  I love how he makes dinner for our family when I have no ideas left in my mind.  I love how he sends me out on Girl's Night when he can see I've had enough.  I love how he calls me midday just to tell me he loves me and is thinking of me.  He lets me sleep in on occasion.  He helps pickup the house once the kids have gone to bed.   He always is the one to pick up the dog doo (I hate that job!).  He takes care of broken things around the house (p.s.- does anyone know how to fix a broken towel rack??)  I love how he snuggles next to me to keep me warm.  I love his tender kisses on the back of my neck while I'm doing the dishes.  I love falling asleep talking about our day, telling him a funny story about our kids or even discussing which one's gonna be in charge of making breakfast the next morning.  I miss him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-3075016127936630399?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/3075016127936630399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=3075016127936630399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/3075016127936630399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/3075016127936630399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/07/absense-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absense makes the heart grow fonder...'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-6574897284798994816</id><published>2008-07-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:28:50.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Summer Days</title><content type='html'>The summer months are incredibly busy!  We are gearing up for Ryan's trip to Mexico (in less than 2 days) and have been trying to enjoy our warm summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_Dk6wwpLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MXG_CJ89Px8/s1600-h/07+14+08_0059_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_Dk6wwpLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MXG_CJ89Px8/s320/07+14+08_0059_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224109131789542578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_Gv6DE1qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fat6zsor53U/s1600-h/07+14+08_0056_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_Gv6DE1qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fat6zsor53U/s320/07+14+08_0056_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224112619111372450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Today I had quite the rewarding aftern oon: the kids were playing in a little inflatable pool they got for their birthday and I reclined and read a book (I'm addicted to Harry Potter- I'm on book 5!  Gotta have something to do while Ryan's gone, right?).  Feeling the warm breeze roll over my skin as I get lost in another world is grand!  It's hard not to feel guilty when you're laying there doing absolutely nothing, but it felt great!!  There'll be time for laundry later... he, he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_D8vHeEyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VaneKaOtKik/s1600-h/07+14+08_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_D8vHeEyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VaneKaOtKik/s320/07+14+08_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224109540980429602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent pics I took- my sister is teaching me how to use the manual settings on my camera after I've owned it for almost 2 years.  Pathetic, I know!  (Thank you Rosetta!!) Maybe one day I'll be able to take some photography classes so I can pretend to know what I'm doing even more!  I have started a flickr account, thanks to the encouragement of Erin, and that has given me lots of great ideas- as exampled with the lemons for eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_F4bxfskI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hIjltCMJARU/s1600-h/07+11+08_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_F4bxfskI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hIjltCMJARU/s320/07+11+08_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224111666091766338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got to spend an afternoon with my adorable niece!  She is so wonderful!!  I love watching her grow and watching my sister be an awesome mother to her.  It is amazing that it was only 2 years ago that I was there with Lauren- and yet we now seem so many years from that stage.  Proof that we've got to appreciate the stage that they are in now and soak up as much memories as we can...  That said, I'm gonna go play some Barbies with the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_ErurF0QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OT2h35ax1iU/s1600-h/07+11+08_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_ErurF0QI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OT2h35ax1iU/s320/07+11+08_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224110348315250946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Myra lights up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; time you start to sing "Patty-Cake" and starts doing the moves.  How can you not smile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-6574897284798994816?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/6574897284798994816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=6574897284798994816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/6574897284798994816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/6574897284798994816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-summer-days.html' title='Lazy Summer Days'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SH_Dk6wwpLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MXG_CJ89Px8/s72-c/07+14+08_0059_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-5021443456415672799</id><published>2008-06-12T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:10:30.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I found out how I did at the fair.  As always the ones that I think are going to be great don't do anything, and the ones I think are "eh" win... go figure.  These are my entries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFN5vFWm9I/AAAAAAAAACA/JCnmW1fM-jg/s1600-h/Fair+115_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFN5vFWm9I/AAAAAAAAACA/JCnmW1fM-jg/s320/Fair+115_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211031898131176402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First place- 2007 Fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFPDl6axsI/AAAAAAAAACI/17CLtM3bb9w/s1600-h/04+12+08_0049_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFPDl6axsI/AAAAAAAAACI/17CLtM3bb9w/s320/04+12+08_0049_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211033166979712706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third Place- Farm Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't win anything for the rest of these but thought you might like to see them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFQD7E-rpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EzZzzL-neNI/s1600-h/05+22+08_0267_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFQD7E-rpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EzZzzL-neNI/s320/05+22+08_0267_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211034272172781202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Lots of entries of the bridge here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFQ5KXXmRI/AAAAAAAAACY/uYFM3uZ1VLE/s1600-h/05+14+08_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFQ5KXXmRI/AAAAAAAAACY/uYFM3uZ1VLE/s320/05+14+08_0491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211035186809510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The one that won on in this category was funny-&lt;br /&gt;a little girl holding a frog in each hand; very cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFS7Tj7kxI/AAAAAAAAACg/SKEMJlFLxYk/s1600-h/IMG_9761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFS7Tj7kxI/AAAAAAAAACg/SKEMJlFLxYk/s320/IMG_9761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211037422661112594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This is one category that I didn't understand the judges decision)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portraits and Character Studies&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFTjVilWZI/AAAAAAAAACo/JxsEHLFDylY/s1600-h/05+20+08_0086_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFTjVilWZI/AAAAAAAAACo/JxsEHLFDylY/s320/05+20+08_0086_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211038110387100050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFUO6k13RI/AAAAAAAAACw/qm4Lt0u6nAY/s1600-h/05+03+08_0054_edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFUO6k13RI/AAAAAAAAACw/qm4Lt0u6nAY/s320/05+03+08_0054_edited-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211038859063057682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(One of the winners for still life was balloons- that one confused me BIG time! &lt;br /&gt;They move!  Quite the opposite of still!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFVT9Xqs6I/AAAAAAAAADA/NE3oNNQWTAk/s1600-h/to+be+sorted+131_edited-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFVT9Xqs6I/AAAAAAAAADA/NE3oNNQWTAk/s320/to+be+sorted+131_edited-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211040045224080290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Some beautiful water shots were there!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFV7Vcx5EI/AAAAAAAAADI/3K7d-90R9AE/s1600-h/pics+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFV7Vcx5EI/AAAAAAAAADI/3K7d-90R9AE/s320/pics+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211040721702872130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were some awesome photos this year!  It's fun looking at other people's creativity and admiring the beauty God created that they captured.  But oddly enough, some of the second place winners I thought were better than the first place winners; and there were some there that didn't even place but looked much better than the first or second places... that is why I say that the judging was odd.  (Not just me, but Ryan and Erin agreed too!)  And I'm not saying this out of bitterness, that mine should have won- the ones that I thought were better were complete strangers to me.  I think that they need to have the judges on-site at the fair so they can defend their decisions- some of them I just really didn't understand so any insight would have helped.  Erin and I want to be the judges next year; we'd set it straight!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go.  Shasta County Fair 2008- not the ones I was thinking, but content anyway.  If you have the time you should go look and appreciate the very beautiful images.&lt;br /&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/8737153387247776840-5021443456415672799?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/5021443456415672799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=5021443456415672799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/5021443456415672799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/5021443456415672799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-i-found-out-how-i-did-at-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SFFN5vFWm9I/AAAAAAAAACA/JCnmW1fM-jg/s72-c/Fair+115_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-3760941616570671506</id><published>2008-06-02T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T02:43:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SEO93oGp_wI/AAAAAAAAABw/S5TEFP8z6r0/s1600-h/05+20+08_0011_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SEO93oGp_wI/AAAAAAAAABw/S5TEFP8z6r0/s320/05+20+08_0011_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207214357526216450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The month of May carried with it some significant milestones.  First it was Nathan and Nicole's birthday.  They turned 5 years old this month.  To me, that is amazing!  Where did the years go?  How did I get to be a mother to Kindergarteners??   I often look at them and can see their sweet little faces in the hospital the night they were born.  I cannot believe that in less than 3 months, I will be dropping my children off for the first time at the classroom doors.  You'd better believe that I'll be covering them in kisses and tearing up (that is if I can hold it together and not let loose until I get to the car!).  And if that isn't enough for a mom to deal with, the day after their birthday Nicole says to me in all seriousness, "Mom, now that I'm five, can I drive the car?"  I know this is gonna come way too soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate also finished up his last game of soccer this month.  This was our families first introduction to organized sports- and Ryan's introduction to coaching.  (Did I mention that Ryan didn't know much about soccer before the season started?)  It was a new step in the life of our little family!  Oh, boy- you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SEO80PFuGXI/AAAAAAAAABo/UidvpcQHBYU/s1600-h/06+02+08_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SEO80PFuGXI/AAAAAAAAABo/UidvpcQHBYU/s320/06+02+08_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207213199760169330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; should have seen Nathan's eyeballs when he saw his trophy, too.  He says to me, "I think it real.  Real gold!"  He is quite taken to it now; anyone who stops by the house gets to see it (whether they asked or not)...  He's even taken to sleep with it as I captured in this picture tonight!  :)  He had gone to bed without it but when I went to check on him there it was with him in bed- let's hope that it doesn't break; there would be tears for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I think is the best part of this month is that Ryan and I celebrated our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th anniversary&lt;/span&gt; on the 22nd.  I consider myself very blessed to have this man call me his wife.  I love being married to him; I love that he is my best friend; I love how he loves me!  I love that I get to share life with him.  I love that I continue to fall more in love with him through the days and weeks.  I love our marriage!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SEO-wERXHmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/S0pdfIxoraQ/s1600-h/05+22+08_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SEO-wERXHmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/S0pdfIxoraQ/s320/05+22+08_0265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207215327159983714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for blessing us so!  You are quite amazing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-3760941616570671506?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/3760941616570671506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=3760941616570671506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/3760941616570671506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/3760941616570671506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-milestones.html' title='Some milestones'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SEO93oGp_wI/AAAAAAAAABw/S5TEFP8z6r0/s72-c/05+20+08_0011_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-7469354831298397042</id><published>2008-05-18T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:56:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>This page has been lonely.  Nothing written for some time.  Not necessarily out of lack of stuff to say but out of time in which to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So, I'm still chugging along.  God is growing me (though not necessarily as fast as I'd like... maybe he's sparing me from severe growing pains??).  Lately, I've been contemplating what things I'd like to be known for... the things that first come to one's thoughts when thinking of me.  I believe I know some of the immediate responses: organized, type A, debater, decent mom.  And I'm also sure that I don't want to accept what some of the other immediate responses might be: stubborn, too type A, and others too criticizing to commit to text.  But one characteristic I'd like to have more of is mercy.  I am a very justice-based person; I believe people should not get away with injustice, either done to others or done against God.  While that can be a good thing (certainly God values justice), it doesn't lend to extending grace and mercy (something that God greatly values and mentions SEVERAL times in the Bible).  So currently I am trying to figure out what the appropriate balance is.  I know that it is always better to error on the side of caution... would that be on the mercy side or justice side??  I also know that it is not mine to bring about judgment- that is something that should only be left to the One who made us and knows our hearts...  So that is a bit of where I am.  Certainly not arrived at the destination, but definitely on the journey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SDEiRxJvUlI/AAAAAAAAABg/AbY2Dc3bR6M/s1600-h/05+10+08_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SDEiRxJvUlI/AAAAAAAAABg/AbY2Dc3bR6M/s320/05+10+08_0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201976733236941394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    On the lighter side of things... Nathan and Nicole turn 5 tomorrow!  I cannot believe that my little kids are so big!  I clearly remember the night they were born.  They were so small, so beautiful... so overwhelming!! Five years ago I started the best job of my life.  It has been tough at times but no price can be put on the word "Mommy" coming from their sweet lips or the look in their eyes when they tell you "I love you all the way to the moon and back".  I remember looking at those little bundles and thinking how frail they were (though at 6lbs and 7lbs 2oz they weren't too frail!) and now here they are mini people!!  It is also amazing just how much love your heart can hold for each one of them- not either one greater than the other; very different and profound just the same.  I am very blessed by the One who made this all possible- my God and my Creator.  Man, have I got it good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-7469354831298397042?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/7469354831298397042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=7469354831298397042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/7469354831298397042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/7469354831298397042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SDEiRxJvUlI/AAAAAAAAABg/AbY2Dc3bR6M/s72-c/05+10+08_0239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-7208786512665640916</id><published>2008-04-29T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:15:40.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling weeds</title><content type='html'>So I alluded to God doing some hard stuff in me last week.  Over the weekend, God met with me at the Planet Wisdom conference.  The first night Mark Matlock was teaching about being the clay in the Potter's hand.  Through that, and other skits by the ever hilarious Skit Guys, God encouraged me that this current trial would be for my benefit and that he is doing great (albeit, painful) things in me.  One of the guys spoke about the ever popular verse, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you, not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."  (Jeremiah 29:11)  We so quickly hold to that verse, especially when we are going through trials and say, "But your not supposed to harm me, God!!"  But if you look at the  context (magic word here), there is a different perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-19640" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; This is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says to all those I carried into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: &lt;span id="en-NIV-19641" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; "Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. &lt;span id="en-NIV-19642" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number there; do not decrease. &lt;span id="en-NIV-19643" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; Also, seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the LORD for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper." &lt;span id="en-NIV-19644" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Yes, this is what the LORD Almighty, the God of Israel, says: "Do not let the prophets and diviners among you deceive you. Do not listen to the dreams you encourage them to have. &lt;span id="en-NIV-19645" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; They are prophesying lies to you in my name. I have not sent them," declares the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="en-NIV-19646" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; This is what the LORD says: "When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come   to you and fulfill my gracious promise to bring you back to this place. &lt;span id="en-NIV-19647" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. &lt;span id="en-NIV-19648" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. &lt;span id="en-NIV-19649" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. &lt;span id="en-NIV-19650" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; I will be found by you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity.  I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEVENTY YEARS!  Seventy years of exile!!  And not until after that 70 years would God fulfill his gracious promise.  These people needed some things worked out!  And that was all in God's "plans to prosper" "not to harm" "to give a hope and a future".  This was greatly encouraging to me.  God does not have plans for my destruction (though sometimes it may feel that way) but rather, out of his love, plans for my betterment so that I will seek him and find him with my whole heart!! (v.13)&lt;/p&gt;So, this weekend left me exhausted...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SBdlWfiicvI/AAAAAAAAABY/aqvrxcR8j9w/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SBdlWfiicvI/AAAAAAAAABY/aqvrxcR8j9w/s320/sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194732132293047026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yet encouraged that God has great plans and it is only through those plans can we be who He has designed me to be.  I covet your prayers as God does this weeding through my heart and life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-7208786512665640916?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/7208786512665640916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=7208786512665640916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/7208786512665640916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/7208786512665640916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/04/pulling-weeds.html' title='Pulling weeds'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SBdlWfiicvI/AAAAAAAAABY/aqvrxcR8j9w/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-550585253143730617</id><published>2008-04-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:04:54.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SA5D3fiicuI/AAAAAAAAABM/EJmPkZEoQqM/s1600-h/Fair+058_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SA5D3fiicuI/AAAAAAAAABM/EJmPkZEoQqM/s320/Fair+058_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192162041042989794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I was looking through old photos (possibly getting ready for entry in the fair) and I came across this beauty.  I love this image.  Sitting on your Daddy's lap, enjoying a warm summer day, eating a (very unhealthy) hotdog, watching the crowds go by.  Just wrapped up in the moment, soaking everything in and enjoying every minute of it.  I've decided that I don't have enough days like this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-550585253143730617?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/550585253143730617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=550585253143730617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/550585253143730617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/550585253143730617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-i-was-looking-through-old-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SA5D3fiicuI/AAAAAAAAABM/EJmPkZEoQqM/s72-c/Fair+058_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8737153387247776840.post-1671817659721405664</id><published>2008-04-22T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:32:23.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>So here is yet another thing to consume my time... isn't technology supposed to be giving me time, not eating it up?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am in an interesting place.  God is working on some DEEP core matters in my own life and he is rocking my world.  I see him trying to sort out in me what is my character and personality that he perfectly made as Justine and weeding out the sin and crap that I've so readily brought into this perfection.  Its hard sometimes to allow God to work in you, mostly because of the pain and sacrifice it requires of you.  But his work does not go without blessings; and it is to those that I am clinging currently.  So, here goes the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8737153387247776840-1671817659721405664?l=thewildauer5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/feeds/1671817659721405664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8737153387247776840&amp;postID=1671817659721405664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/1671817659721405664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8737153387247776840/posts/default/1671817659721405664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewildauer5.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>the Wildauers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11307925639711596320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vt56RxKD5_I/SvoEhRFWXFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-TpYfeJhxA/S220/_MG_8686.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
