<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721</id><updated>2009-11-10T14:12:12.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 KING 1 QUEEN 7 PRINCESSES &amp; 1 PRINCE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-6641405533683293392</id><published>2009-11-08T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:01:21.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Busy Household</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdXOvW96qI/AAAAAAAAASA/tIg5EhZpK2k/s1600-h/DSCF0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdXOvW96qI/AAAAAAAAASA/tIg5EhZpK2k/s320/DSCF0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401882188796783266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdVejXhU_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/5bJWjEDcy9k/s1600-h/DSCF0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdVejXhU_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/5bJWjEDcy9k/s320/DSCF0885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401880261432529906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdVeO1UM1I/AAAAAAAAARw/XEewTzCBKUc/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdVeO1UM1I/AAAAAAAAARw/XEewTzCBKUc/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401880255920354130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdVd4rDFuI/AAAAAAAAARo/mQcrnJyvnls/s1600-h/DSCF0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdVd4rDFuI/AAAAAAAAARo/mQcrnJyvnls/s320/DSCF0973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401880249971709666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdVctxzawI/AAAAAAAAARY/nwBrPYNZMb0/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdVctxzawI/AAAAAAAAARY/nwBrPYNZMb0/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401880229867383554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, instead of taking my Sunday afternoon nap, I've decided to update my long, lost, blog. &lt;br /&gt;  Life at our home has been busy! Starting with my hubby being laid off - ARGH! - and being home for the past three weeks. He has kept himself busy following some dreams and looking for a new job. God did bless him with an awesome new job. It will be quite a commute, but well worth it. It is located in the BEAUTIFUL Napa Valley. The one downfall is our insurance will be changing and there is a huge possibility we will have to find new doctors for Beau. This sickens us because we love the Sutter panel and Dr. Granger Wong. In the mean time, I've been busy with Sharaya and Hunter's home school. Just to give you an idea how busy we are, here is a peek into Sharaya's schedule. While most of Sharaya's peers are taking 4-5 classes, she is taking 12. Yes, 12. Two of which are college courses. She is taking Physics and CISA (Computer PowerPoint). Physics is tough for a 15 year old, but she has gotten A's in her Summer class and so far, in her CISA. She is an AWESOME, student, daughter, young lady, sister, and TRUE friend. I'm proud of her and her determination to achieve her dreams. &lt;br /&gt;   Hunter is taking 6 classes, and is very self motivated. There have been several nights that I would wonder where she is and I'd find her in her room working ahead in her studies. WOW!!!  most kids are always behind in their work. Hunter, is always ahead of her age. One of her classes is guitar. Her guitar teacher, Mr. Miriam, is amazed at fast she is catching on. He had to pull out lesson #4 on her 3rd lesson. He said this was the first in his history of teaching that he's had to do this on a student who has never played before. She wants an acoustic guitar for her birthday. She already has a pink electric guitar but she explains that the acoustic is much better to learn on. Among her other qualities, she is very sensitive to others and their needs, loves to laugh, loves to make people happy, is beautiful on the inside and out, and is just as smart as her sister. I can't wait to hear what she will choose as her career. So far she can't decide between a Chef, or a Pediatrician. LOL. BTW she is an awesome cook. The first meal she ever prepared without the help of me was, beef tenderloin, green beans, french salad with home made dressing, corn oysters and dessert. Might I add, she was 11 yrs old! Not only was it yummy, the presentation was incredible - down to the beef tenderloin laying on a bed of leafy greens and lemons sliced to perfection.  &lt;br /&gt;   Alaena, Braeden, and Kidron are in school everyday and have only 3 years left to be at home with me. YEAH!!!! I can't wait to have my girls home. Some parents can't wait to get their kids in school, but I dread it. I love having my kids home. If it weren't for me having so many kids, I'd home school from kindergarten on. But they are doing well in school and will remain in school until 7th grade. &lt;br /&gt;   Edyn is one of my most passive children. She is calm and quiet. She loves to play and have fun with her sisters, she rarely gets in trouble, and is great with the babies. She is getting so big. I'm enjoying having her home this one last year before she goes off to school next fall.&lt;br /&gt;  Seylum, oh what to say about Seylum??? A few words come to mind, ENERGY, Curiosity, Energy, and more ENERGY. From the time she wakes up until the time she goes to bed (with no naps in between) she is into stuff. Anything she can reach, she touches and for those things she can't reach, well... there's always a chair or something to climb up on. She is the one child who'll keep me young in body and old in hair (gray). Gotta love her :)&lt;br /&gt;  Beaudrick, he's everything I've ever dreamed of. You can check his blog out at &lt;a href="http://beaudrick.blogspot.com"&gt;http://beaudrick.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  This lil' man is now crawling everywhere. There is no holding him back. I do believe he'll give Seylum a run for her money when it comes to attention. I can't seem to keep him and Seylum out of the Christmas presents. I've had to re-wrap 2 already. Speaking of which, am I the only one who is ready for Christmas?  This is my favorite time of year. I want to enjoy it for more than 30 days, so I decorated Nov 1st. I play all my Christmas music and keep my lights lit so that the atmosphere is that of Christmas. I also like to keep my candles burning for the perfect aroma of sweet Holidays. If only I had time for the 2 new Harlen Coben books....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-6641405533683293392?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/6641405533683293392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=6641405533683293392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/6641405533683293392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/6641405533683293392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-busy-household.html' title='One Busy Household'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SvdXOvW96qI/AAAAAAAAASA/tIg5EhZpK2k/s72-c/DSCF0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-9084163541340508691</id><published>2009-08-23T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:57:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH!  What Fun It Is To Ride... A Hydro Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdZkSBWjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/d_hvzgFBP2o/s1600-h/SSPX0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdZkSBWjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/d_hvzgFBP2o/s320/SSPX0378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373248892991265330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdZAnPsTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6KUgnDfg_DI/s1600-h/SSPX0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdZAnPsTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6KUgnDfg_DI/s320/SSPX0377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373248883416609074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdYiTcfeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/m5NqXD8BP8o/s1600-h/SSPX0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdYiTcfeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/m5NqXD8BP8o/s320/SSPX0376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373248875280498146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdYHSg_7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1NKs8FRNTrE/s1600-h/SSPX0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdYHSg_7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1NKs8FRNTrE/s320/SSPX0374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373248868028841906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my Hubby and I planned to go rafting. We meet Paul and Darcie, Matt and Tishauna, James and Emily, and Jonathan and DeAnna, at our house. We all loaded up in our Excursion and Paul and Darcies Suburban. As we were getting ready to pull out, Cam called the American River Raft Rental to reserve a raft. We were all so disappointed to find out we were 24 min late. We would not be able to raft. Seeing that we were all ready and excited about our Adventure Date, we were NOT going to let this stop us from having fun. We put our heads together and devised another plan. We loaded back into the SUV's and headed to Sacramento University Aquatic Center. Once there, we rented kayaks and Darcie and I rented hydro bikes. What a MAJOR blast!!! The workout was incredible. Paul and Cameron shared a kayak. As the men approached James and Emily, they gave them a "shower". James, coming to his beautiful wife's defense, abandon his kayak and dove onto Paul and Cameron's. It was two men overboard. Three if you include James in the water. War was on!!! Me being the TRUE friend that I am, came to James rescue. I let him step on my Hydro bike that is "untipable" to get back into  his kayak. James being the clown that he is, tried tipping me over. He almost accomplished his task until I blurted out a reminder. Everyone's  cell phones and wallets were on my bike. THANK GOD!!!!! Darcie however wasn't  so lucky. Her bike went completely head over heels. Thanks to.... James :).  Matt and Tishauna played it safe and stay far away. When they did get close, James was up to no good again. Good thing Tishauna had her cell ph in her pocket, it saved her too. Jonathan and DeAnna didn't get tipped, but the did get drenched. Jonathan did dive off the outhouse boat into the "ol' dooky water" LOL. Yes, there was an outhouse in the middle of the lake. We all just wondered were the "stuff" gets dumped. YUCK!!!! &lt;br /&gt;  After this fun adventure, we all came together at our house for a BBQ. Adyn and Janelle joined us along with all 20 of our kids. Sharaya brought over about 8 more friends for games and dessert. Thank God we have a large home. HAHAHA What a party it was. Cant wait until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-9084163541340508691?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/9084163541340508691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=9084163541340508691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/9084163541340508691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/9084163541340508691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-what-fun-it-is-to-ride-hydro-bike.html' title='OH!  What Fun It Is To Ride... A Hydro Bike'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SpGdZkSBWjI/AAAAAAAAAP4/d_hvzgFBP2o/s72-c/SSPX0378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-1702934682942558899</id><published>2009-08-20T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:13:09.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/So22iKxUq1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/_dawwLikdJI/s1600-h/DSCF0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/So22iKxUq1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/_dawwLikdJI/s320/DSCF0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372150628645907282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/So22h5yViyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tmdrug_Re80/s1600-h/DSCF0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/So22h5yViyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tmdrug_Re80/s320/DSCF0789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372150624086756130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/So22hHLb_0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nScuoUcC4Bw/s1600-h/DSCF0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/So22hHLb_0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nScuoUcC4Bw/s320/DSCF0788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372150610501828418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are the girls on their first day back to school. Alaena, Braeden and Kidron were excited to take a picture with their wonderful principal Mr. Burke. The twins are now in 3rd grade and once again were put into separate classes ARGH!!!! Kidron is in 2nd grade and just adores her teacher Mrs. Beckner.&lt;br /&gt; Sharaya is hard at work doing 11th 12th and college this year. This was her idea and she is VERY determined to complete all work with high grades. You Go Girl!!!! &lt;br /&gt; Hunter is now in 8th grade and VERY motivated. She wakes up on her own, cleans her room, eats breakfast, gets dressed, and is at the table by 9:00am. Must I also mention she is so excited about her work, she is working ahead of herself. YEAH Hunter!!!! &lt;br /&gt; Edyn wants so bad to go to Kindergarten but she is only 4. I decided (I know, I'm crazy) to home school her this year. She is AMAZING. She writes her own name on all her papers, recognizes all her letters, numbers, and colors. She is very much ready for school. Her vocabulary is astonishing. I guess this has to do with having older siblings. I predict she will be reading, writing, and adding by the end of this school year. Mommies Proud of you Baby!!!&lt;br /&gt; Seylum is not in school, but has made a HUGE accomplishment over the last three weeks. She is potty training herself. She wear panties, climbs on the toilet, goes potty, uses toilet paper, flushes, then washes her hands. The only thing I had to teach her was how to climb the cabinets to wash her hands. She did the rest on her own. Your a big girl now!!!&lt;br /&gt;  For Cameron and myself, we started working out together. He has lost 15 pounds and I've lost 10 in the past 4 weeks. I LOVE working out and having my hubby as a partner makes it all the better. We also went on a $2.00 date. We went to Taco Bell and got 1 bean burrito fresco style each. Then we went to Elk Grove park and roller bladed for an hour. It was so much fun not to mention cheap. We have since decided to have active dates instead of food dates.. We are loving the change Thanks honey for making the change with me. I cant wait to go rafting with you this Saturday. We'll have buff arms in no time :-) LOL I Love You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-1702934682942558899?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/1702934682942558899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=1702934682942558899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/1702934682942558899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/1702934682942558899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/So22iKxUq1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/_dawwLikdJI/s72-c/DSCF0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-8829499096309584556</id><published>2009-07-28T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:49:26.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-OdVnLmKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lHPEEdPIgNk/s1600-h/DSCF0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-OdVnLmKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lHPEEdPIgNk/s320/DSCF0745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363662315890383010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-Oc7ccjlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/riPSuFMZ2EY/s1600-h/DSCF0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-Oc7ccjlI/AAAAAAAAAMY/riPSuFMZ2EY/s320/DSCF0737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363662308866035282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-OcQTWGvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rW7WbUWvrBQ/s1600-h/DSCF0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-OcQTWGvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rW7WbUWvrBQ/s320/DSCF0738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363662297285139186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-Ob7HHWzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JFtBV9WKDtE/s1600-h/DSCF0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-Ob7HHWzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JFtBV9WKDtE/s320/DSCF0736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363662291596696370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-ObVxTMOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kXln8oemPOc/s1600-h/DSCF0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-ObVxTMOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kXln8oemPOc/s320/DSCF0730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363662281573085410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-8829499096309584556?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/8829499096309584556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=8829499096309584556' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/8829499096309584556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/8829499096309584556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-me.html' title='The New Me'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-OdVnLmKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lHPEEdPIgNk/s72-c/DSCF0745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-55625671120216306</id><published>2009-07-28T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:43:08.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Before Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MPQSX2AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ji2ghJyYo6I/s1600-h/DSCF0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MPQSX2AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ji2ghJyYo6I/s320/DSCF0718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659874919503874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MPGuxNuI/AAAAAAAAALw/SAB0QEPK8qs/s1600-h/DSCF0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MPGuxNuI/AAAAAAAAALw/SAB0QEPK8qs/s320/DSCF0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659872354252514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MOvdJKqI/AAAAAAAAALo/h0V6_XOxxVE/s1600-h/DSCF0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MOvdJKqI/AAAAAAAAALo/h0V6_XOxxVE/s320/DSCF0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659866106309282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MOHSBUPI/AAAAAAAAALg/_PDdsoK5NUU/s1600-h/DSCF0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MOHSBUPI/AAAAAAAAALg/_PDdsoK5NUU/s320/DSCF0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659855322239218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MNzKCINI/AAAAAAAAALY/-KMzan3FVt0/s1600-h/DSCF0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MNzKCINI/AAAAAAAAALY/-KMzan3FVt0/s320/DSCF0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659849920028882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last pictures taken of me before my surgery. Here I am playing with Daddy, playing with a crib toy, me and Mommy, me,Daddy,and Dr. Wong. and me and Daddy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-55625671120216306?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/55625671120216306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=55625671120216306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/55625671120216306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/55625671120216306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-before-pix.html' title='More Before Pix'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-MPQSX2AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ji2ghJyYo6I/s72-c/DSCF0718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-5851099987431479674</id><published>2009-07-28T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:29:53.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau is Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J2ujVX_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0XXhMh1Bqg0/s1600-h/DSCF0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J2ujVX_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0XXhMh1Bqg0/s320/DSCF0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363657254523723762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J1_U4LBI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZCcn7nXMRJo/s1600-h/DSCF0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J1_U4LBI/AAAAAAAAALI/ZCcn7nXMRJo/s320/DSCF0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363657241846623250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J1uTbGNI/AAAAAAAAALA/XpMGnBjaoV8/s1600-h/DSCF0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J1uTbGNI/AAAAAAAAALA/XpMGnBjaoV8/s320/DSCF0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363657237277120722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J1Oh4AfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KWbKEx0GZ7g/s1600-h/DSCF0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J1Oh4AfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KWbKEx0GZ7g/s320/DSCF0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363657228747801074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J0gkAvJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jtVE-OomIDQ/s1600-h/DSCF0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J0gkAvJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jtVE-OomIDQ/s320/DSCF0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363657216408730770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are pleased to say, the Lil Man is home and is doing quite well. Our morning started off at 6:00 am. We had to be at Sutter Memorial Hospital by 7:00am. After we arrived, we began the registration process. Mar came and brought Daddy Mc Donalds and stayed until after the surgery. Mema came to be with Daddy and Mommy too. Auntie Rahni and Auntie Darcie were also there. They were all a big comfort to Daddy and Mommy. Sister Young and the rest of the church ministry prayed for me. Jesus helped us all. Dr. Wong did a GREAT job. I love my new lips and cant stop playing with them. Guess what? I can now blow raspberries (bubbles). My nose look perfect too. Dr. Wong said I would continue to swell over the next few days, but then I should look beautiful. Once again, Daddy and Mommy took over 100 pictures of me before the surgery and after. Mommy will continue to update my blog while I rest. I hope you enjoy the pictures of the new me. Love you all. and THANKS to every one who prayed, and especially to Jesus for hearing and answering the prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-5851099987431479674?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/5851099987431479674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=5851099987431479674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/5851099987431479674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/5851099987431479674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/07/beau-is-home.html' title='Beau is Home'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sm-J2ujVX_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/0XXhMh1Bqg0/s72-c/DSCF0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-3972009521811859525</id><published>2009-07-15T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:04:49.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Days and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sl6h8zOCIpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bosoY4H0UZw/s1600-h/beau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sl6h8zOCIpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bosoY4H0UZw/s320/beau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358898672530760338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we approach July 28th, I will be creating a blog for Beaudrick that you can follow. I will post updates on his pre and post surgery days. Thank you everyone for all of your prayers and support. To visit Beaudricks blog,  go to Beaudrick.blogspot.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-3972009521811859525?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/3972009521811859525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=3972009521811859525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/3972009521811859525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/3972009521811859525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/07/13-days-and-counting.html' title='13 Days and Counting...'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sl6h8zOCIpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bosoY4H0UZw/s72-c/beau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-2227855175944452034</id><published>2009-07-09T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:36:52.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau's Auditory Brainstem Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Slaunta0vEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hWh7U-asHR8/s1600-h/SSPX0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Slaunta0vEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hWh7U-asHR8/s320/SSPX0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660804034018370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SlaunS4WIxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lAevREuzPUc/s1600-h/SSPX0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SlaunS4WIxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lAevREuzPUc/s320/SSPX0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660796910084882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SlaunLRE8eI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TIW3HAgcXco/s1600-h/SSPX0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SlaunLRE8eI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TIW3HAgcXco/s320/SSPX0258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660794866332130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SlakvmLRLQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mO10ZbeeGoM/s1600-h/SSPX0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SlakvmLRLQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mO10ZbeeGoM/s320/SSPX0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356649944412400898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SlakvEfLjZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lLPpP0z4VHQ/s1600-h/SSPX0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SlakvEfLjZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lLPpP0z4VHQ/s320/SSPX0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356649935369112978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beaudrick&lt;/span&gt; during his auditory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brainstem&lt;/span&gt; evaluation. This was a very torturous morning for baby Beau. It all started at about 9 am when he was awaken from sleep to have his bath. He had not eaten since 6am, and he was hungry. In order to get a proper reading of his brainwaves, he had to be completely asleep. To achieve this, he could not eat or sleep before his appointment.&lt;br /&gt;As my little prince tries to sleep in his cozy car seat on the way to the hospital, I had to fight back with blasting the AC, rolling down the windows, and Hunter sat in the back seat with him rubbing his chest and head every time his eyes started to roll back. By the time I arrived at the hospital, he was MAD. I walked through the doors with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beaudrick&lt;/span&gt; showing off his tonsils (and let me tell you, they are BIG). It took all of about 2 seconds for every head to turn in our direction. After about 20 minutes, a lady asked "Man, is he hungry or something?" I said "no, he is not hungry, he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;STAAARRRVING&lt;/span&gt; and tired from not being allowed to sleep" You should have seen the look on her face. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  Needless to say, after that no one else asked any more questions but rather avoided our icy glares. Now I know we are supposed to be happy people and not let others around us know we are less than perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; but none of you had to endure the hours of torture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beaudrick&lt;/span&gt; and I had to go through.&lt;br /&gt; Finally, we were called in a room where the lights were dimmed and I was able to feed my precious little guy, and wrap him in a warm blanket where I could snuggle him for his hour long test. Once asleep, Three monitors were taped to him. One on his forehead, and one on each ear loop. Then a special little tube with a ear piece was placed on his ear canal. He could only have one ear tested at a time, and do to this, I had to keep switching arms so that each ear was exposed for the test. He must have been so tired, cause he slept through his whole exam. That was his reward, a warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;, cozy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blanky&lt;/span&gt;, and sleep. My reward came after when I got to eat a Prosciutto, goat cheese and caramelized onion pizza from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sellands&lt;/span&gt; YUMMY!!!!&lt;br /&gt; Please keep us in your prayers as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Beaudrick&lt;/span&gt; approaches his surgery date, July 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. If he gets sick at all, his surgery will be postponed. I will try to keep you all updated, but with my chaotic life, please be forgive me if I'm a little flaky. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-2227855175944452034?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/2227855175944452034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=2227855175944452034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/2227855175944452034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/2227855175944452034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/07/beaus-auditory-brainstem-appointment.html' title='Beau&apos;s Auditory Brainstem Appointment'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Slaunta0vEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hWh7U-asHR8/s72-c/SSPX0197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-9214942236510405608</id><published>2009-07-09T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:29:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Slajv9WzBxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jKN_WMUQnNc/s1600-h/SSPX0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Slajv9WzBxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jKN_WMUQnNc/s320/SSPX0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648851123144466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Sharaya and Natalie on their first day of college. As I have mentioned in past posts, Sharaya wants to be an attorney. What I haven't mentioned is how, when and who inspired her.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when she was 8 years old. She had been talking to a friend of ours who was an attorney. He had asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. Up to this point she had no idea. He began to talk to her about being an attorney. That night, when she got home, she told me that she may want to be an attorney. I asked her "really? why?" She said "because I was talking to Mike, and it sounds like it would be a cool job". Since she thought (and might I add, still thinks) he was so cool, she wanted to be an attorney too.&lt;br /&gt; Sadly we all lost Michael English on July 9th 2005. And what a loss it truly was. Today is the 4 year anniversary of this tragedy. Mike will never be forgotten in our household. Sharaya has never forgotten the conversations with Mike. She is more determined than ever to fulfill the dream of hers.&lt;br /&gt; As part of a final for her summer course, she had to interview someone who has the same degree she is pursuing. My heart broke when she was telling me how much she wished he was still here. As part of her High School plan, she wants to volunteer at at a  Law Office. Once again, she reminded me how much she misses him. He may no longer be here on earth with us, but as long as I put my daughter through college, and I see her dreams become a reality, he will always be in our hearts and our minds. I thank him personally for making a life long POSITIVE impact on my baby girl.&lt;br /&gt; Mike was such a fun loving guy. He was the type of person everyone wanted to be with. I can still hear his laugh. I'm smiling now at all the silly things he loved to tease us about. His laugh was contagious. He was such a giver in so many ways. He was my attorney at one point in my life, and every time for several weeks after I used his services, when he would see me, he would ask "Are you doing ok?" He truly cared and loved people. If only more people could carry on his legacy of putting others before yourself, it would be a much happier place on earth.&lt;br /&gt; To Mike's dear family that was left behind, our thoughts and prayers are with you, not just today, but always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-9214942236510405608?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/9214942236510405608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=9214942236510405608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/9214942236510405608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/9214942236510405608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-english.html' title='Michael English'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Slajv9WzBxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jKN_WMUQnNc/s72-c/SSPX0256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-7429804341461623725</id><published>2009-06-10T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:10:54.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing My Babies</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm feeling lonely. Both of my older girls are gone and I miss them. They are having Fun in The Sun, in beautiful San Diego CA. They are also going to The Happiest Place on Earth, Disneyland. My all time FAVORITE thing to do, is spend time with my babies. ALL of them. When one is missing, I know it and feel incomplete. I have two missing right now and am beside myself sad. Sharaya, Hunter and I LOVE to laugh. We share many fond memories like, laughing so hard and hiding behind display cases at Smart and Final just so we could get a picture of this crazy guy that weighed about 450lbs. That wasn't bad, after all, I'm over weight too. The bad part (picture worthy)was, he was wearing tiny shorts with a midriff top that showed off about 8 inches of belly. He also sported knee high socks and a tight beanie to top it off. Why he was buying 100 rolls of toilet paper and cheese is beyond me. I guess the Good Lord sent this angel to us because he knew we needed a good laugh.   &lt;br /&gt;  I could sit her all day long with stories to tell, but Beaudrick is calling for me, I need to put dinner on the grill, and the girls are begging to go to the park. By the Way, Beaudrick is scheduled for surgery July 28th please keep him in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;  To Sharaya and Hunter, if you read this, have loads of fun, create funny memories that we can laugh about, and be ready to party when you get home. I Cant wait to pop some corn and stay up all night laughing. Love You Both, Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-7429804341461623725?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/7429804341461623725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=7429804341461623725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/7429804341461623725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/7429804341461623725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-my-babies.html' title='Missing My Babies'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-5720184018304380526</id><published>2009-05-11T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:17:52.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaudrick Update</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday we took Beaudrick to his cleft lip/palate meeting with a panel of doctors.  We met with an Orthodontist, an ENT, Three Plastic Surgeons, a Dietitian, a RN, a Speech Therapist, and a Periodontist. We were disappointed to find out that Beaudrick will not have his first surgery until he is 3-6 months gestationally corrected, which is 4-7 months old. We were originally told he would have the surgery once he reached 10 lbs. His plastic surgeon said that with recent studies, it is better to wait until the baby is a tad bit older since their skin is so thin and soft. There is a "window of opportunity" in newborns between 3-6 months old where the scaring is almost null. He said if you do the surgery too early, the skin is fragile, it could pull apart and leave a bigger scar. If you do the surgery too late, the scaring tends to become darker and more noticeable. If the surgery is done between 3-6 months, it is possible the scar wont even be noticeable. The surgeon is the best in this field, and came highly recommended by a few doctor and dental friends. He was also highly recommended by a woman who works daily with parents of cleft palate/lip children. She has seen hundreds of lip repairs and said none comes close to the work of our surgeon. She said "he is the best". Because of this, I truly trust his judgment and will patiently wait until the Fall for the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;  Every time I go to church, I miss my baby. I will begin taking him to church in June once the RSV and flu season has passed and after he has had his first set of immunizations. Once he gets closer to his big surgery date, we will keep him home again to make double sure he does not get sick. &lt;br /&gt;  Beaudrick now weighs 7lbs 15oz. He is still such a tiny little guy. We all LOVE to hold him. Seylum didn't learn to walk until she was 14 months old. This had to do with being held all the time. I wouldn't be surprised if Beaudrick doesn't walk until he is 2. The princesses are so good with him. Seylum loves to rub and kiss his head. She is very gentle with him. But she is sure to get tons of attention herself. She makes sure of it, one way or another. She keeps us in stitches. Her personality has really came out since Beaudrick came home. She will always be our baby girl. I cant wait to watch Beaudrick grow up with these girly girls. :) I will have to post pictures of what happens when daddy falls asleep and the girls want to play "hair salon" LOL. Poor Beaudrick, his baby scar will soon be the least of his worries :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-5720184018304380526?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/5720184018304380526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=5720184018304380526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/5720184018304380526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/5720184018304380526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/05/beaudrick-update.html' title='Beaudrick Update'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-7725023929307345505</id><published>2009-05-10T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:56:06.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sgdwhbrac9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tm79vQ9A1pg/s1600-h/20071204_Treo+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sgdwhbrac9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tm79vQ9A1pg/s320/20071204_Treo+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334356003311481810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Mother's Day, I want to take the time to talk about my Mother (She is Mema to our kids). She is the kind of Mother I hope to be to my children. She has been there for me in my times of sorrow and joy. She was the first person we told, when we found out we were pregnant. As I have stated before, Beaudrick was a complete surprise to us. She was there to encourage us and tell us that everything will be ok. She helped us through our time of disappointment when we found out we had to leave our home and everything in it. At times when I thought no one would see me crying in the trailer, I would hear a knock at my door and it would be her. She would come to just give me a hug. Sometimes she wouldn't say a word, but she would just hold me. When she did say something to encourage me, it was always what I needed to hear. When I found out about Beaudrick, I went to her home where once again she let me cry on her shoulder. She always looks at the brighter side of life. She continued to tell me just how perfect my baby was. When Beaudrick was placed in my arms, it was her and a very dear friend who held me both physically and emotionally. Thanks Mom for being there for me!&lt;br /&gt;When I think of my Mom, I think &lt;br /&gt;1. CLASSY- WOW!!! does this women have class. I have never been embarrassed of her actions or her dress. She carries herself and her age so well. I hope I get her genes. She is so beautiful not only on the outside, but also on the inside. Even my girls comment on what a classy lady she is. &lt;br /&gt;2. Dependable- She will always be there for you. No matter what I have done in life, she has always been there to pick me up. Yes, I have made some blunders in life, but she never put me down, even though I knew she was disappointed, she loved me unconditionally and stood by my side. &lt;br /&gt;3. Trustworthy- I can trust my Mom with my life. She knows how to keep a secret. If there is something I need to tell her, I know it will not get passed her. When I need prayer or just someone to confide in. It is her I call. Even the King has a relationship with her, where he has learned to confide in her. There has been several times in our marriage, where my hubby (with tears in his eyes) will say "I just need to talk to your mom" &lt;br /&gt;4. Prayer Warrior- When our family started going through trials, (I'm talking our whole family) it was my Mom who said "we are going to pray our way through this". She opened her home every Monday night and she fed us food for the body and soul. To this day, my girls still ask to go to Memas to pray. My older daughters still look forward to the phone calls when Mema lets them know she is praying for them. Going back to trust, our teenagers trust her too. There are not many people I trust with my girls, but my Mom is one I will always trust. So many times I have called my Mom to pray about something, and God had already laid it on her heart, she had already prayed. &lt;br /&gt;These are a few of the reasons I hope to be to my children as she has been to me. I Love You Mom! Happy Mother's Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-7725023929307345505?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/7725023929307345505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=7725023929307345505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/7725023929307345505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/7725023929307345505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dear-mother.html' title='My Dear Mother'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/Sgdwhbrac9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tm79vQ9A1pg/s72-c/20071204_Treo+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-940794046685707744</id><published>2009-04-30T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:51:00.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Month B-Day Beaudrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfpxIRT24FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZurAzdbOacA/s1600-h/Beaudrick+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfpxIRT24FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZurAzdbOacA/s320/Beaudrick+121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330697495845986386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfoGd1rwd2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EGVtRXWQE4c/s1600-h/DSCF0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfoGd1rwd2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EGVtRXWQE4c/s320/DSCF0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330580218642986850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfoGdqC_64I/AAAAAAAAAEk/idFqm2QeLCs/s1600-h/DSCF0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfoGdqC_64I/AAAAAAAAAEk/idFqm2QeLCs/s320/DSCF0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330580215519243138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfoGdWtQ0EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lMoZdUN9hqI/s1600-h/DSCF0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfoGdWtQ0EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lMoZdUN9hqI/s320/DSCF0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330580210327801922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfoGdLuMxHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LGgR63Xem7c/s1600-h/DSCF0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfoGdLuMxHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LGgR63Xem7c/s320/DSCF0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330580207378941042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe a month has already passed since we welcomed Beaudrick to our family. He is doing so well.  He now weighs 7lbs 6 oz.  His cleft lip panel appointment went well.  We meet with a series of specialists who will follow Beaudrick into his adulthood.  The first meeting was to get a starting baseline for him.  His weight was taken so that they could see how well he eats and how fast he grows.  He can have his first surgery when he reaches 10 lbs.  This is bitter sweet because I don't want him to grow too fast, but I can't wait to be able to take him to church with me.  My mom and sister have been a GREAT help with Beaudrick.  My mom stays every Sunday night with him and Darcie stays every Tuesday with him.  This allows me to go to church and get much needed strength from my precious Father.&lt;br /&gt;Beaudrick will meet with a panel of surgeons and doctors on May 5th.  At this appointment, every Dr. will see him and try to coordinate his surgeries so that he wont have to be sedated more than necessary.  I was so excited to find the best of the best plastic surgeons for my little Prince.  However, I love his wide smile, and will miss the look of his first little face.  I have a ton of pictures that will forever be cherished.  I will share some of the pics I took today for his 1 month milestone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-940794046685707744?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/940794046685707744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=940794046685707744' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/940794046685707744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/940794046685707744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-1-month-b-day-beaudrick.html' title='Happy 1 Month B-Day Beaudrick'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SfpxIRT24FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZurAzdbOacA/s72-c/Beaudrick+121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-8709253551955689823</id><published>2009-04-15T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:51:07.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Prince!</title><content type='html'>Life with our little prince has been an adventure from the beginning. The surprise pregnancy, the surprise that he was a prince, and finally the big surprise, he had a cleft lip and possible cleft palate. On Dec. 8th 2008 (my 20 week ultra/sound) we were told that we would have to do a repeat u/s because the u/s tech was unable to see the babies nose or upper lip. We were told not to worry that everything was probably ok it was just that the babies head was in a bad position. Finally after 4 long weeks, we had a repeat u/s.  It was now Jan 8th 2009.  As the u/s tech redid the exam, I noticed the baby had a cleft lip.  The tech didn't even notice. After I said a few times that the baby had a cleft and laid there with tears streaming down, she finally called in another u/s tech.  Later I found most clefts are not detected by 2D u/s.  In fact the second u/s tech had been doing u/s for over 30 years and that was the first cleft she had seen on u/s.  After 45 min of u/s the radiologist was called in the verify what we saw.  He informed Cameron and I that it looked like a possible cleft lip.  About 2 hrs later, I received a phone call from my OB. She told me the baby definitely had a cleft lip and would need to refer me to a perinatologist.  It was at this point that I told a hand full of family and friends.  We did not mention this to our children or the rest of our family and friends because we weren't sure how to handle it ourselves.  I thought I finally would be able to tell everyone before he was born, but I never found the words to say or how to say it.  We were finally able to tell our children about a month before he arrived.  We still weren't sure if his palate was going to be affected, and we wouldn't know until he was born.  The biggest prayer going up now was that he would be able to eat on his own, without the help of a feeding tube. &lt;br /&gt;  On Thursday March 26th 2009, a group of friends and my sister threw me the most amazing baby shower.  I was in shock at the amount of people who came to support us. The support was simply overwhelming.  He got so many cute outfits, blankets, and accessories.  Not to mention the fabulous swing and money.  WOW - was the baby and I ever spoiled on that night!!!  I guess every one was just excited I was finally having a boy :) &lt;br /&gt;  On Friday March 27th 2009 labor began but didn't end until Monday March 30th 09 at 11:30 am.  Beaudrick Samuel Grant was a special gift of God (this is were the name Samuel comes from).  After a quick evaluation, it was determined his upper palate (roof of his mouth) was closed.  THANK GOD!!!!  However, he did have a gap on his gum line.  We are not sure how this will be corrected, but it more than likely won't be until he is 7 years old since it is bone (and not soft tissue) that still has much growing to do. &lt;br /&gt;  Tomorrow Beaudrick will meet with a panel of cleft lip/palate nurse coordinators, a genetics Dr., some social workers, and a speech therapist.  On May 6th 09 he will meet with several Doctors and surgeons.  It is at this time, that we will know more or less when his surgeries will be.  It looks like his first surgery will be to correct his cleft lip when he reaches about 10 lbs. as long as he is healthy with no sickness.  Because of this, he will not attend Church until his first surgery is complete.  Please help us pray for him to remain healthy and for a good outcome.  Until then, I will try to keep every one update through my blog.&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks for all the love, support, and prayers from all our friends.  We wouldn't have been able to stay strong with out God and you all.  We Love You All!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-8709253551955689823?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/8709253551955689823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=8709253551955689823' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/8709253551955689823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/8709253551955689823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-little-prince.html' title='Our little Prince!'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-3234665809294315175</id><published>2009-03-31T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:15:05.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaudrick Samuel Grant Waage Has Arrived!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SdL6Y8Ja-zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tk_qCXxVniU/s1600-h/IMAG0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SdL6Y8Ja-zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tk_qCXxVniU/s320/IMAG0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319589416247425842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SdL6Yh3JemI/AAAAAAAAAD8/P4zd7Tcllb8/s1600-h/IMAG0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SdL6Yh3JemI/AAAAAAAAAD8/P4zd7Tcllb8/s320/IMAG0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319589409191459426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SdL6YrNhWuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tsGy75NrGEw/s1600-h/IMAG0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SdL6YrNhWuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tsGy75NrGEw/s320/IMAG0045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319589411701218018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little prince arrived 4 weeks early on March 30th 2009 at 11:30 am. He weighed 6lbs 11oz. He has a look all of his own. He is perfect in every way. He is an absolute gift of God. Beaudrick is everything and more than I ever wanted in a son. The girls are ecstatic to finally have a little man of their own. We are all in baby heaven. We want to thank every one for all their love and support to our family. We love you all and cant wait to bring our little man home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GlGrOfuz1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GlGrOfuz1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-3234665809294315175?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/3234665809294315175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=3234665809294315175' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/3234665809294315175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/3234665809294315175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/03/beaudrick-samuel-grant-waage-has.html' title='Beaudrick Samuel Grant Waage Has Arrived!!!!'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SdL6Y8Ja-zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tk_qCXxVniU/s72-c/IMAG0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-2721549418094757869</id><published>2009-02-13T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:52:47.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update</title><content type='html'>Well, life has been VERY busy around our household. Since I last posted in Dec, Hunter has turned 12, Kidron 7, Edyn 4, Alaena and Braeden 8, and The King and I just celebrated our 9th anniversary. So now you can see why it's been so busy. We are now looking forward to my birthday( sometime this month), No Limits (the conference) March 4-6th, Sharaya's 15th birthday, and finally the birth of our baby boy who I'll refer to as Grant.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm now 30 weeks pregnant. In the past, I've had my babies between 2-4 weeks early with the exception of the twins being 51/2 weeks early. Seylum was 4 weeks early and weighed over 7 lbs. If we have Grant early, that will leave me with 6-8 weeks left AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!! The goods news is, He hasn't gone up into the rib cage yet, and I've only gain 12 lbs. YEAH!!! I wont be to braggadocios because I weighed a lot to begin with :) and Grant still has a couple of months to grow.&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks to my beautiful sister who gave us the  idea of getting things set up to help out with the reality of having another baby, we finally were able to set up Grants bed and dresser (after having it professionally cleaned by a mold specialist). It is in a corner of our room since we are out of space in the rest of our home. I'll share a few pixs of his area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SZW-juwWVPI/AAAAAAAAADs/4tVwYq3qux4/s1600-h/outfits+and+xmas+08+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SZW-juwWVPI/AAAAAAAAADs/4tVwYq3qux4/s320/outfits+and+xmas+08+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302353657354147058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SZW-jTFd3pI/AAAAAAAAADk/nrjRcTvjxQY/s1600-h/outfits+and+xmas+08+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SZW-jTFd3pI/AAAAAAAAADk/nrjRcTvjxQY/s320/outfits+and+xmas+08+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302353649926528658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the blurriness, my camera is acting up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-2721549418094757869?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/2721549418094757869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=2721549418094757869' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/2721549418094757869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/2721549418094757869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-update.html' title='Family Update'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SZW-juwWVPI/AAAAAAAAADs/4tVwYq3qux4/s72-c/outfits+and+xmas+08+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-1682214026750248580</id><published>2008-12-23T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:45:54.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy King</title><content type='html'>One thing about my King, is he is ALL MAN!. He fears very little things in life. He is never affraid to face things head on. Today, was no exception.&lt;br /&gt; It all started yesterday when he lost his phone. He took our little twins out, and came home without his phone. I had tried calling him SEVERAL times with no luck. He never answered the phone. When I asked him about this, he said "oh, it must be in the car." Well, he was wrong. I txt his phone and continued to call it in hopes of some kind person wanting to return a lost phone. When no one answered, the King called the places he had been hoping someone had turned it in. No luck there either. He would have to wait until today because our dear, wonderful, phone company was closed.&lt;br /&gt; Today started with a phone call to phone company. The King asked if any calls or txt had been made from his phone. Well, there had been. He asked what the numbers where that had been called (once again hoping he can talk to someone to get his phone). The phone company said "I'm sorry Sir. but that is private information.  ????? Last time I checked, he paid the phone bill and the phone is in his name, Why is this private???? My King then questioned them on how this is possible. They said they were trying to protect him. They then said it is a FCC regulation that they can't give out that info. Let me inform you, the King had already give his personal pin # along with answering all the identity questions. He then asked what the FCC code was, he was told, they couldn't give out the code # either. The King was not very happy at this point.He decided to take matters into his on hands. OH NO!!!!! Now it gets CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;  He hung up the phone and called back using a different tactic. He asked if he could have GPS locater on our plan. The rep said yes and that it would only take a few min to work. The next thing I know, my King comes running down the stairs with my phone and laptop in his hands saying " I gotta go, I just located my phone" I start saying "WAIT!!!! you cant go by yourself, call the cops to help you". He said he would, but then again, This is the King we are talking about. So as he leaves, I look at the time. it is 4:05 pm. That was the last I talked to him until 7:00 when he comes home with a big smile and his phone. This is what he did.&lt;br /&gt;  The King left our home a went to the PD. They said this was minor on their list of things to do. Dont you know there are seat belt tickets to be handed out? Forget the thefts. Well, he files a report and gets in his car. Once again he escalates this matter.  He calls the Sheriff and informs them, he is on his way to get his phone back. He gives the address to where he is headed. They asked him how far away he was, he told them, and they said they would send someone. As he pulls up to the house, he decides he doesn't need any help, and approaches the home alone. He is very blunt, and lets them know he has traced his phone to that address. He tells them their name, just to let them know he is sure of his findings. The home owner stutters, and said they had tried to get a hold of us (YEAH RIGHT!) they ask him to come in. He can see through the door, the three men and teens in the home. The King having no fear, enters the home, and shuts the door. CRAZY!!! without the Sheriff even. They gladly return the phone, after having wiped it out of personal info. If they were really trying to return the phone, why didn't they answer the phone calls from me? Oh well, at least he got it back. I think with how mad he was, they were affraid to not give it back. LOL&lt;br /&gt;  This is not the first time my King has done something of this nature. The last time, it was over a bad check a women had written me, and he drove to the address to ask the man for the money. That is another story in itself.&lt;br /&gt;  I love my King, and am glad he is ALL MAN! He can care less if he breaks a nail, just don't mess with his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;  I LOVE YOU BABE :) and am happy to see the hand of protection on you. Even in the spiritual world, you fight like a man and never give up until you win. I'm proud of you and am glad to be on your soul mate. With a daddy like you, this little boy of ours will be all man too, even in a house full of women. However, I do like bowl cuts, and knickers LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-1682214026750248580?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/1682214026750248580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=1682214026750248580' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/1682214026750248580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/1682214026750248580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-crazy-king.html' title='My Crazy King'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-202835419590021146</id><published>2008-12-16T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:32:02.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I most likely wont get around to wishing you all a Merry Christmas, so here it is - MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! Thank you to all of my friends who have been such a support to my family this year. We love you all and cherish our friendships.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks to my Dad and Mom for sacrificing every Monday night for my and Darcies families. The meals  have been awesome and the prayer meetings have been everything we have needed. I thank God for parents like you, who when you see a child is in need, you don't add more to the heavy load, but you get in the trenches with us and help us spiritually fight these battles. Without you, no telling where we would be. Your AWESOME. I love you both.&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of my parents, they have once again given us a fabulous Christmas gift. Every other year, instead of giving gifts, we pack up and head to the snow.  We always have a GRAND time and the memories we create will last us a lifetime. Just a question, what did you get for Christmas 5 years ago? Well, five years ago, we were sledding down the front lawn of our cabin. Even my Mom took a turn on the sled. Paul made an incredible snowman (it looked like a real man laying on the deck) and all the guys made a traditional snowman with a few extra details I wont mention LOL. We made mocha's and latte's every day and night with my then, new, Starbucks   Machine. The kids made aprons (we still have them), thank you letters, and cookies, and we all had a merry ol time. I could give you details of our Christmas three years ago, but I don't want to bore you. The point is, even my kids can recall their times with the family these Christmas's. It is the perfect gift alternative. I look forward to another year of unforgetable memories. Merry Christmas All. We love you, and hope your New Year brings you peace, love, and a heart of gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-202835419590021146?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/202835419590021146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=202835419590021146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/202835419590021146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/202835419590021146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-1014101252382013130</id><published>2008-12-08T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:58:34.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/ST4STv6YYNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7W1N_scY0L8/s1600-h/SSPX0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/ST4STv6YYNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7W1N_scY0L8/s320/SSPX0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277675943812948178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other night, while at church, our Wonderful Pastor asked who needs a financial miracle?  As the congregation began to pray and I began to pray for our current situation - I felt a quickening in my spirit.  I felt like God was telling me to step back from my problems and really count my blessings.  I did, and this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;Miracle #1:  Every night, as I lay my head on my pillow, I smile.  Why?  I don't have window treatments, pretty linens, night stands, dressers, pictures, or floral arrangements.  All I have is one lawn chair, one rubbermaid-three-drawer-storage unit and a mattress set with sheets only.  But after sleeping on a air mattress for five months and living in a travel trailer for five months, I cant help but smile, and feel like a queen.  My bed may not be my adjustable, massaging, temperpedic bed, but, it is like sleeping on the clouds.  What could be better than that?&lt;br /&gt;Miracle #2:  After eating dinner at a card table for 6 months (By the way, our card table seated 4 and let me remind you we are a family of 9), we were finally blessed with a bigger folding table that now seats all of us comfortably.  Our first night we ate dinner at the new table, daddy began our family prayer.  At the end, Braeden said "and thank you God for a table we can all sit down at".  If you could had seen the looks on all our faces over a folding table, you would really know what a true miracle this is.&lt;br /&gt;Miracle #3:  Every year my Christmas Decoration have been elegant and beautiful.  The colors have been just right, and the ornaments were from a unique shop, that only carries the best there is to offer.  To me, Christmas was always a time of year to go WAY out, and dress up your home to its finest potential.  This year, as I realized I had lost all my decorations, garlands, and upside down Christmas tree (Horchow if you'd like one) I began to rack my brain. Luckily for me, California Backyard, is going out of business and they had an upside down tree. And, it was 75% off.  YEAH!!!!  I bought my tree, and my girls made paper chains and hung candy canes from it.  Wrapping paper was a little over budget, so I bought white craft paper (which you use for bulletin boards) and paper ribbon for bows.  My princesses love our tree and have never complained that it is not of finer taste.&lt;br /&gt;Miracle #4:   I'm not embarrassed of what I don't have. In fact, we have felt more blessed while having way less. My childrens' attitude of gratitude is more than I could ever ask for.   I have learned "the best things in life are not things at all"&lt;br /&gt;We may not have wealth, but we have pure joy in the midst of our trials.  And for me and my family, that is a financial miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-1014101252382013130?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/1014101252382013130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=1014101252382013130' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/1014101252382013130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/1014101252382013130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/12/financial-miracle.html' title='Financial Miracle'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/ST4STv6YYNI/AAAAAAAAADc/7W1N_scY0L8/s72-c/SSPX0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-4150545631739695499</id><published>2008-11-06T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:35:45.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY!! What a Shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SRPTgTKSElI/AAAAAAAAADM/AYJkqvhjuoM/s1600-h/boy+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SRPTgTKSElI/AAAAAAAAADM/AYJkqvhjuoM/s320/boy+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265784941178917458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Folks, looks like I'll be changing my Blog title to...&lt;br /&gt;1 KING 1 Queen 7 Princesses and 1 Prince.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, It is 100% Boy.  No denying it.  The King is so proud, and knew it the whole time.  The Queen is in shock and just knew it was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm in need of a boy name.  Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-4150545631739695499?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/4150545631739695499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=4150545631739695499' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/4150545631739695499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/4150545631739695499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-what-shock.html' title='OH MY!! What a Shock'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SRPTgTKSElI/AAAAAAAAADM/AYJkqvhjuoM/s72-c/boy+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-6403790177141628339</id><published>2008-10-27T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:38:17.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS! Word's Out!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYk5NPGzWI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZbDOJDPgJ-k/s1600-h/DSCF0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYk5NPGzWI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZbDOJDPgJ-k/s320/DSCF0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261933779853167970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seylum Rhys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYjApQDJ0I/AAAAAAAAACc/ykB6gu8njLc/s1600-h/DSCF0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYjApQDJ0I/AAAAAAAAACc/ykB6gu8njLc/s320/DSCF0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261931708609144642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Edyn La Roux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYhLNlggiI/AAAAAAAAACU/wAJuCdk7kTU/s1600-h/DSCF0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYhLNlggiI/AAAAAAAAACU/wAJuCdk7kTU/s320/DSCF0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261929691138261538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaena Kennedy, Kidron Sage, and Braeden Chantel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYffcGlKQI/AAAAAAAAACM/TC2wM1-RXxU/s1600-h/DSCF0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYffcGlKQI/AAAAAAAAACM/TC2wM1-RXxU/s320/DSCF0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261927839609202946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hunter Alexis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYd1MhCzLI/AAAAAAAAACE/xg-Y5QVK9w8/s1600-h/DSCF0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYd1MhCzLI/AAAAAAAAACE/xg-Y5QVK9w8/s320/DSCF0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261926014359096498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sharaya Danee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYZNMApSEI/AAAAAAAAABw/BUuH93VYEkk/s1600-h/DSCF0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYZNMApSEI/AAAAAAAAABw/BUuH93VYEkk/s320/DSCF0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261920928981928002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby is "Chillaxing" It has it's left leg crossed over the right, and the hands behind it's head. Too Cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For all of you who are "wondering", Yes, we are having another baby. No, this baby was not in our plans, but it was in God's. We tried to keep this undercover as long as we could because we were having a hard time adjusting to the news and didn't want to have to deal with people and their negative comments, but some people took it upon themselves to share our news.  Are we mad?  Not at all.  It was time to tell, seeing that I look like I was turning into a cow LOL.&lt;br /&gt; Up until Saturday Oct 25,2008, I had cried a million tears. I wondered how I was going to care for another baby in the midst of our "home issues" and I had made a dedication to Sharaya's education over the next three years. We have been on a roll.  (Go Sharaya!!! Mom is SSSOOO proud of all your HARD work. It will pay off baby. I promise you.) and taking care of another baby would make this a tad more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Along with living in a rental home with no furniture and sleeping on a air mattress has not made this easy either. God gives us strength to make it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt; I miss my old home terribly.  It was so cute and cozy. I had it decorated (Thanks to my mom, who is an interior designer, and my sister who has such unique taste) just the way I liked it. Now, all my furniture is lost in my dream home, rotting in mold :( WHY Us ???? I ask myself. I don't know. But I do know - thanks to the peace of God - we will survive!!!. (This is the reason it took us a little longer to become excited about a new addition.)&lt;br /&gt;So back to our new little one. Saturday, I went for a "fun" ultra/sound. Our baby was so cute, I couldn't help but get a little excited. Not that we have a choice, but I would LOVE another girl. Daddy is holding out for his son. However, last night (Sunday 10-26-08) after an INCREDIBLE service preached by Bro. Barry Clayborn, daddy said "you know, it would be really neat to have another girl". He is finally, coming around HA HA. But of course, we will welcome whatever God blesses us with. God makes no mistakes. And we will welcome this gift with open arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-6403790177141628339?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/6403790177141628339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=6403790177141628339' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/6403790177141628339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/6403790177141628339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/10/opps-words-out.html' title='OOPS! Word&apos;s Out!!!'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SQYk5NPGzWI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZbDOJDPgJ-k/s72-c/DSCF0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-4766582943615391272</id><published>2008-09-28T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:46:00.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick In Bed :(</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was our church's  big Harvest Party at Fog Willow. It was so much fun. The girls enjoyed the free pony rides, petting zoo, trampoline, play equipment, and the hay pyramid. Oh, let me not forget the hay rides too. The food was just as wonderful. We served BBQ ribs, tri-tip sandwiches, gumbo, french fries, corn dogs, hot dogs, nachos, cotton candy, slushy, TONS of yummy baked goods, more candy, and to top it all of... Sargent's Coffee yummmmmm. I'm so glad I'm a part of TRC. God must really love me to have uprooted me and re planted me in such a place as TRC. The Ministry is top notch, the saints are are just as grand, and there is NEVER a dull moment at the church. It doesn't matter the day or time, you will always find something happening there. It also doesn't matter your age, you will find a group of fun-loving people that are right there with you. &lt;br /&gt;  Needless to say, after a fun-filled day, I'm sick in bed. My lungs were permanently affected from the toxic mold in our home. Now, when I'm out and around trees, and grass, my lungs can't handle it, and I get laid up in bed. My chest feels as though it is on fire, it kills to cough, and my current medications of Advair 500, Albuterol, and Zyflo seem as though they are infant strength. Luckily, I fly out to my specialist on Thursday, (I hate flying) so that I may begin injections that will hopefully allow me to once again live a normal life (minus all the meds). &lt;br /&gt;  All this to say, I wish I was at church tonight instead of being in bed. I tried to watch our service online, but it was not up:( Good thing we have a tape ministry :) I just hope I'm better by tomorrow to take my kids to school, one of them to a Dr. appointment, and one has a tutor coming to our home in the am. No time for me to be sick. Duty Calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-4766582943615391272?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/4766582943615391272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=4766582943615391272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/4766582943615391272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/4766582943615391272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-in-bed.html' title='Sick In Bed :('/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-247844968404328691</id><published>2008-09-25T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:48:09.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartest Women Alive!</title><content type='html'>As I was browsing Sharayas pictures, I came across these and smiled to myself, thinking WOW! I love this women. You Go Girl!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNx2jBxV4TI/AAAAAAAAABM/BXaOj7tTWd0/s1600-h/ghf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNx2jBxV4TI/AAAAAAAAABM/BXaOj7tTWd0/s320/ghf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250201609750044978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNx2jKS5kNI/AAAAAAAAABU/EVV3vHRGCzw/s1600-h/myh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNx2jKS5kNI/AAAAAAAAABU/EVV3vHRGCzw/s320/myh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250201612038279378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNx2jQRLIUI/AAAAAAAAABc/C_oHRasjdYc/s1600-h/cof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNx2jQRLIUI/AAAAAAAAABc/C_oHRasjdYc/s320/cof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250201613641654594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-247844968404328691?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/247844968404328691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=247844968404328691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/247844968404328691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/247844968404328691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/09/smartest-women-alive.html' title='Smartest Women Alive!'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNx2jBxV4TI/AAAAAAAAABM/BXaOj7tTWd0/s72-c/ghf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-8522671543274395536</id><published>2008-09-25T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:29:37.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Seylum Rhys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNxy7WPp5qI/AAAAAAAAABE/VZ_v8exPt7o/s1600-h/of%3D50,504,443.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNxy7WPp5qI/AAAAAAAAABE/VZ_v8exPt7o/s320/of%3D50,504,443.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250197629516244642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My baby is 1. How did this happen? wasn't it yesterday Daddy placed her in my arms? Now she is full of laughs and PERSONALITY. This little girl is something else. She doesn't like hair bows, shoes, or baby food. She thinks she is as old as the other girls, and she expects them to just hand the toys over to her at the slightest peep.&lt;br /&gt;  She also doesn't like anything that restraints her, example, high chair, car seat, swing. Oh no, this baby wants to be on the move. Seylum is a Daddy and Mommy's girl. She sleeps in our room now, in her own bed of course, and every morning I'm greeted with a huge toothy grin. It is at this time, that she wants some cuddle time. We love you baby, Happy 1st Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-8522671543274395536?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/8522671543274395536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=8522671543274395536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/8522671543274395536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/8522671543274395536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-1st-birthday-seylum-rhys.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Seylum Rhys'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gueVLM2Rlrw/SNxy7WPp5qI/AAAAAAAAABE/VZ_v8exPt7o/s72-c/of%3D50,504,443.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192259151118073721.post-2501389662687586972</id><published>2008-08-18T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:20:59.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO BOYS ALLOWED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjO9kX4npVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjO9kX4npVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sharaya is home. YEAH!!! She had a blast at PEAK. We are so happy she was able to go, but as she was there, she was asked several times for her phone number. I'm not sure I'm ready for this yet so, I thought I'd drop a line (and a song) to all the boys out there :) I hope you enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt; While Sharaya was gone, we took our girls to Fairytale Town. We met a very nice couple who were on a "Grandparents Outing" with their grandson. They noticed we had 5 girls. Braeden and Alaena corrected them with the comment that we actually have 7 girls. The woman couldn't believe we had been blessed with 7 daughters, and then said, I had to listen to this song "Cleaning This Gun". Well, I did, and fell in love with it. I have no clue who this guy is, I've never heard of him before, but he has a GOOD point. Especially with a teenage daughter, who can't date for another 8 years, This is just a pre warning to all the boys. She is staying focused on her school, as her parents, we stay focused on her "surroundings". By the way, this goes for all our Princesses. And with 2 very protective Daddies, I actually feel sorry for them.  LOL.  Them Boys don't stand a chance. At least for 8 more years. Until then, I'll hold them close and party with them like there is no tomorrow. LOVE you girls. &lt;br /&gt;  Oh yeah, before I forget, The SUV didn't really die, but thanks for the push, it saved me about $5.00 of diesel and gave me a side aching laugh. You are the BOMB!!!&lt;br /&gt;And for Sharaya and Sammy, hopefully Hunter, Stephanie, and I didn't toilet paper you too bad last night :) HA HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192259151118073721-2501389662687586972?l=shawnarwaage.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/feeds/2501389662687586972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192259151118073721&amp;postID=2501389662687586972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/2501389662687586972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192259151118073721/posts/default/2501389662687586972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shawnarwaage.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-boys-allowed.html' title='NO BOYS ALLOWED!!!'/><author><name>1 KIng, 1 Queen, 7 Prinsesses, and 1 Prince</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17963790829994355797'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>