<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968</id><updated>2011-12-03T23:07:44.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whaley Wall</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-6380565503887367944</id><published>2011-10-31T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:21:24.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>Franklyn &lt;em&gt;says &lt;/em&gt;he doesn't like to read.&amp;nbsp; But, for a kid that doesn't like it all that much, he sure does a lot of it.&amp;nbsp; Right now he is working on earning some Pizza Hut pan pizzas, so he is reading his heart out.&amp;nbsp; The form sent home by the school says that he has to read 10 books in order to earn a pizza.&amp;nbsp; He's now read 20 and he is hoping that means he gets TWO pizzas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUf5fIQXOd0/Tq6R7DeEKAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4Td2WS8uSjQ/s1600/Reading+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUf5fIQXOd0/Tq6R7DeEKAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4Td2WS8uSjQ/s320/Reading+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZc6NepfQU/Tq6SAA5QWtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_PZ3hga91Ac/s1600/Reading+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZc6NepfQU/Tq6SAA5QWtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_PZ3hga91Ac/s320/Reading+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICY6uhFGMck/Tq6SXdYqORI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oH4IWDCEdEE/s1600/Reading+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICY6uhFGMck/Tq6SXdYqORI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oH4IWDCEdEE/s320/Reading+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night he read to me while I was doing my sit-ups and weights in the living room.&amp;nbsp; Then he followed me to the kitchen and read to me while I popped popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYkM2Io3bNg/Tq6SeCUAMzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/D5AuTKBeLKQ/s1600/Reading+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYkM2Io3bNg/Tq6SeCUAMzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/D5AuTKBeLKQ/s320/Reading+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-6380565503887367944?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/6380565503887367944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=6380565503887367944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6380565503887367944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6380565503887367944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/10/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nUf5fIQXOd0/Tq6R7DeEKAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/4Td2WS8uSjQ/s72-c/Reading+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-1109151917260558757</id><published>2011-10-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:14:59.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUIGI</title><content type='html'>Franklyn developed a love for Super Mario over the summer after spending countless hours playing a Mario game on his DSI.&amp;nbsp; While flipping through a costume catalog someone brought to church one night, he discovered a Luigi costume.&amp;nbsp; All I heard for the next several hours was, "Mom, can you pleeeaaase find me a Luigi costume for Halloween?"&amp;nbsp; I was sure it was a pretty original costume and that, if I could fine one on the internet, he would be the only Luigi at school and at our church's Trunk Or Treat...&amp;nbsp; So, one warm day in August I searched the internet for a Luigi costume.&amp;nbsp; I finally found one and was sooooo excited!&amp;nbsp; I bought it and was thrilled to rush home and have Franklyn try it on the day it arrived.&amp;nbsp; I thought for sure that it would be one of the most original costumes...&amp;nbsp; Several days later, when WalMart started putting out Halloween costumes, I was horrified to see rows and rows of Luigi and Mario costumes!&amp;nbsp; I am the type that likes Franklyn to have a fairly original costume.&amp;nbsp; I usually find his at Marshall's or TJ Maxx because I figure everyone else hits WalMart and Target.&amp;nbsp; So much for that...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;That being said, I got him dressed in his costume this morning for the costume parade and Halloween parties at school today.&amp;nbsp; He looked so adorable.&amp;nbsp; Nothing like a Korean Luigi!&amp;nbsp; Even if the costume isn't original, an &lt;strong&gt;ASIAN ITALIAN &lt;/strong&gt;certainly IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06QbaNmtvBU/TqrGge9vQbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/m97juPQU95g/s1600/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06QbaNmtvBU/TqrGge9vQbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/m97juPQU95g/s320/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-1109151917260558757?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/1109151917260558757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=1109151917260558757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1109151917260558757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1109151917260558757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/10/luigi.html' title='LUIGI'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06QbaNmtvBU/TqrGge9vQbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/m97juPQU95g/s72-c/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-691306012590188604</id><published>2011-10-28T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:03:51.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Time</title><content type='html'>Scott and Franklyn carved our pumpkin last night.&amp;nbsp; Pitiful looking thing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1BwlAxV26vM/TqrD2xudQBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zyRLP8aR2nQ/s1600/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1BwlAxV26vM/TqrD2xudQBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zyRLP8aR2nQ/s320/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwhRq4kKXTo/TqrD9Bpo23I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jCSBR_UpRQU/s1600/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwhRq4kKXTo/TqrD9Bpo23I/AAAAAAAAAOg/jCSBR_UpRQU/s320/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ5YIbM6_ws/TqrEMEI4ETI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9a40k2pEM8s/s1600/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ5YIbM6_ws/TqrEMEI4ETI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9a40k2pEM8s/s320/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Posing with the pumpkin! &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-691306012590188604?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/691306012590188604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=691306012590188604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/691306012590188604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/691306012590188604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-time.html' title='Pumpkin Time'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1BwlAxV26vM/TqrD2xudQBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zyRLP8aR2nQ/s72-c/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-6874289841436693939</id><published>2011-10-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:00:07.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT BROWNIES!</title><content type='html'>If you're like me, you love to bake brownies because you love to EAT them!&amp;nbsp; However,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;DON'T like to make brownies when they are for other people to enjoy, simply because I am embarrassed by how they look!&amp;nbsp; I have never in my entire life made a pan of brownies that didn't end up looking like a chopped up chocolate gooey mess by the time&amp;nbsp;I finished cutting them and putting them on a tray.&amp;nbsp; Not even thinking,&amp;nbsp;I signed up to send brownies for my son's&amp;nbsp;class Halloween party.&amp;nbsp; As the day to actually bake them drew near, I started to get more and more anxious about sending a pile of chocolate goo with him to school.&amp;nbsp; I could just imagine all the moms&amp;nbsp;in attendance looking at the plate and saying, "Who made thoooooose?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sad fact that I am actually worried about what other people think about my brownie baking skills....&amp;nbsp; ANYHOW, the night before I had to bake them I decided to purchase one of those Perfect Brownie Pans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwNqWVqKGg8/TqrB5oOjmaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/C_NFrG4lcGM/s1600/Perfect+Brownie+Pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwNqWVqKGg8/TqrB5oOjmaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/C_NFrG4lcGM/s1600/Perfect+Brownie+Pan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is definitely one of the BEST purchases I've ever made!&amp;nbsp; I had my doubts as to whether or not this AS SEEN ON TV product could live up to the commercials, but it seriously outdid itself!&amp;nbsp; I have posted pictures of my perfect brownies for you to enjoy.&amp;nbsp; If you don't have one of these things and you love brownies, you need to get one!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTyTbdOVVTs/TqrCjqncBZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jOu0gqhbq0g/s1600/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTyTbdOVVTs/TqrCjqncBZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/jOu0gqhbq0g/s320/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Look at those perfect sides - NO clumpy, gooey mess! &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnOehoeJ0Xo/TqrCyYAzJeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/782JTDA0OUI/s1600/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnOehoeJ0Xo/TqrCyYAzJeI/AAAAAAAAAOI/782JTDA0OUI/s320/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Like I said, perfect brownies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eitEBSv56DY/TqrC9AFE9sI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V2dSqlzpnsU/s1600/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eitEBSv56DY/TqrC9AFE9sI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V2dSqlzpnsU/s320/Pumpkin-Luigi-Brownies+2011+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Notice, two are missing.&amp;nbsp; Franklyn insisted on trying them out before taking them to school!&amp;nbsp; As much as I wanted to try them, I resisted!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-6874289841436693939?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/6874289841436693939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=6874289841436693939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6874289841436693939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6874289841436693939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-brownies.html' title='PERFECT BROWNIES!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwNqWVqKGg8/TqrB5oOjmaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/C_NFrG4lcGM/s72-c/Perfect+Brownie+Pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-8316523809666377871</id><published>2011-10-27T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:10:14.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Franklyn's Baptism    August 14, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhTTq74FStQ/TqnFiOSDEhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ApOEPibHXtA/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhTTq74FStQ/TqnFiOSDEhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ApOEPibHXtA/s320/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+3.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Franklyn professed his faith in Christ on Mother's Day at the age of six.&amp;nbsp; It was one of the most special days of my life and I would venture to say it will remain the MOST incredible Mother's Day ever for me.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine anything that could top my son becoming a Christian.&amp;nbsp; We decided to wait until August to have him baptized because we wanted our families to be able to come.&amp;nbsp; It was a special day for all of us.&amp;nbsp; Scott was nervous about baptizing Franklyn and there was&amp;nbsp;good reason for it.&amp;nbsp; Scott cries whenever something truly touches his heart and I knew he would barely be able to speak that morning in the baptismal.&amp;nbsp; It was so precious how Franklyn looked up at his Dad the whole time.&amp;nbsp; He was so comfortable and wasn't bothered at all by the fact that he was up there in front of the whole church.&amp;nbsp; Scott could barely say what he needed to say, but somehow he managed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Afterwards,&amp;nbsp;a church member came up to Franklyn and told him how beautiful it was and Franklyn said, "Well, Daddy got a little emotional...."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQrEG2f9Myk/TqnHJJnZPzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/L3vAYsoqJDM/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQrEG2f9Myk/TqnHJJnZPzI/AAAAAAAAAM4/L3vAYsoqJDM/s320/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+4.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRANGBClfeo/TqnHPDWGr4I/AAAAAAAAANA/RbBBAlbSjUs/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRANGBClfeo/TqnHPDWGr4I/AAAAAAAAANA/RbBBAlbSjUs/s320/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+5.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDzgTu-J3RI/TqnHUoSMlHI/AAAAAAAAANI/DwjllhZKyUc/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDzgTu-J3RI/TqnHUoSMlHI/AAAAAAAAANI/DwjllhZKyUc/s320/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+6.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlPVxP8U2ow/TqnHayWaIAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3TDSbXSxtUs/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlPVxP8U2ow/TqnHayWaIAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3TDSbXSxtUs/s320/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After&amp;nbsp;church we went to O'Charley's and then to our house to take some pictures....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HMI_VT7pZl0/TqnHzrbfqrI/AAAAAAAAANY/AdvJoPTVcgg/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HMI_VT7pZl0/TqnHzrbfqrI/AAAAAAAAANY/AdvJoPTVcgg/s320/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+28.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My beautiful boy.&amp;nbsp; So much love in those eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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COUSINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6P25VM1tLk/TqnIKbv_arI/AAAAAAAAANo/L8YjMtYITzg/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6P25VM1tLk/TqnIKbv_arI/AAAAAAAAANo/L8YjMtYITzg/s320/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MORE COUSINS &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbJmPzoQGPY/TqnIS_u-wxI/AAAAAAAAANw/9kQNTG39ivA/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbJmPzoQGPY/TqnIS_u-wxI/AAAAAAAAANw/9kQNTG39ivA/s320/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Franklyn and Aubrey...&amp;nbsp; Two beautiful six year-olds.&amp;nbsp; Look at the difference in those teeth!&amp;nbsp; This was before Franklyn lost his first front tooth.&amp;nbsp; Obviously it's after Aubrey already lost hers and got her Chiclets! :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-8316523809666377871?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/8316523809666377871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=8316523809666377871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/8316523809666377871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/8316523809666377871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/10/franklyns-baptism-august-14-2011.html' title='Franklyn&apos;s Baptism    August 14, 2011'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhTTq74FStQ/TqnFiOSDEhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ApOEPibHXtA/s72-c/Franklyn%2527s+Baptism+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-8017373137211916793</id><published>2011-10-17T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:57:44.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to visit my parents in Jefferson City, Tennessee over Franklyn's fall break.&amp;nbsp; I only THOUGHT I was lacking sleep prior to the trip...&amp;nbsp; Our entire family (Scott, Franklyn, myself) has to sleep on my mom and dad's bed when we visit.&amp;nbsp; Not fun.&amp;nbsp; It's an antique full size bed and I swear the mattress is as antique as the frame!&amp;nbsp; When three people are on this bed, only the person in the middle gets any sleep.&amp;nbsp; The other two, those on the outside edges, are constantly fighting not to roll off the sides.&amp;nbsp; I told Scott I think I might have lost 10 pounds overnight just from contracting my abs to stay on the stinking bed!&amp;nbsp; I ended up only spending a few hours in the bed each night.&amp;nbsp; Between the ab work and Scott's snoring I just couldn't take it.&amp;nbsp; Thank God my mom has nice couches...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3GOle4269U/TpyVZ7rri7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Nx4mdsAsOYE/s1600/Jeff+City+and+birthday+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3GOle4269U/TpyVZ7rri7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Nx4mdsAsOYE/s320/Jeff+City+and+birthday+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-8017373137211916793?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/8017373137211916793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=8017373137211916793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/8017373137211916793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/8017373137211916793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation...'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3GOle4269U/TpyVZ7rri7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Nx4mdsAsOYE/s72-c/Jeff+City+and+birthday+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-7554283513785893767</id><published>2011-10-03T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:05:17.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How God Works</title><content type='html'>What an amazing God...&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling very stressed and overwhelmed today&amp;nbsp;because of issues at work, commitments beyond the norm, and convictions from God that I haven't dealt with properly.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling very anxious while out and about on my lunch break today and felt several times like I was going to have a panic attack.&amp;nbsp; I've been praying for God to give me a Word to help me simply rest and trust Him.&amp;nbsp; I emailed Scott and asked him to pray for me.&amp;nbsp; Then I started working on some paperwork here in my office.&amp;nbsp; Out of the blue I thought, "I need to hear the song 'Give Me Jesus' by Fernando Ortega."&amp;nbsp; I pulled it up on YouTube and started it playing.&amp;nbsp; Then I returned to my paperwork.&amp;nbsp; The first words of the song are "In the morning when I rise, In the morning when I rise, In the morning when I rise...&amp;nbsp; Give me Jesus."&amp;nbsp; Well, there you go.&amp;nbsp; God basically laid it out.&amp;nbsp; The first thing I do every single morning of my life is get on the treadmill.&amp;nbsp; I dedicate so much time to taking care of my physical body that I neglect the spiritual.&amp;nbsp; The "Power Of A Whisper" study I've done with the high school students the last 4 weeks already had me convicted of that very thing.&amp;nbsp; God sure has a way of making you face things head on.&amp;nbsp; From this day forward, I commit to giving the first portion of my day to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me hear of Your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting You. Show me where to walk, for I give myself to You.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 143:8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-7554283513785893767?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/7554283513785893767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=7554283513785893767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/7554283513785893767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/7554283513785893767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-god-works.html' title='How God Works'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-1353343003100909201</id><published>2011-10-03T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:51:21.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Excitement</title><content type='html'>Saturday excitement?&amp;nbsp; Not quite.&amp;nbsp; We actually had a little free time this weekend and we took full advantage of it.&amp;nbsp; Well, not like some families would.&amp;nbsp; Full advantage to us is getting to run errands and not having to worry about having them done by a certain time because of other commitments.&amp;nbsp; Scott had a deacon's meeting Saturday morning so I cleaned the house and planned my Sunday School lesson while he was gone.&amp;nbsp; Franklyn slept late&amp;nbsp;which gave me plenty of "me" time that morning.&amp;nbsp; I love my "me" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was working on my Sunday School lesson I&amp;nbsp;heard Franklyn down in the den&amp;nbsp;reading a book out loud.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe it when&amp;nbsp;I found him reading a book Mimi sent him a couple of weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's a book&amp;nbsp;called "Room On The&amp;nbsp;Broom" and it has lots of big words in it.&amp;nbsp; Not only does it have lots of big words, but it's a LONG book for a first grader to actually sit and read.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNyYwKXWZgg/Tom7mb9U38I/AAAAAAAAAMU/g1Mhsl9zYpI/s1600/reading+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNyYwKXWZgg/Tom7mb9U38I/AAAAAAAAAMU/g1Mhsl9zYpI/s320/reading+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kXm_sLtWlNg/Tom7xLnpjfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ePCIzm0YzM/s1600/reading+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kXm_sLtWlNg/Tom7xLnpjfI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1ePCIzm0YzM/s320/reading+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He read the whole book and I only heard him struggle with a few of the difficult words.&amp;nbsp; Every couple of minutes he would yell, "Mama, what does..........spell?" &lt;br /&gt;After making our weekly Cracker Barrel trip we went to WalMart to pick up a few things.&amp;nbsp; Franklyn was being a bit lazy and decided he needed to ride in the buggy.&amp;nbsp; We had to buy snacks for the youth to have Sunday night during small group study so we just loaded everything on top of Franklyn.&amp;nbsp; He didn't seem to mind that much until the 2 liter Cokes were thrown in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IA1hxs9obYs/Tom8mn-A6BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Xt7pD1Rgi4/s1600/reading+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IA1hxs9obYs/Tom8mn-A6BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Xt7pD1Rgi4/s320/reading+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKgHzcBd6kQ/Tom8r6kxDwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9r50VJxW6T4/s1600/reading+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKgHzcBd6kQ/Tom8r6kxDwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9r50VJxW6T4/s320/reading+004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is how we roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Franklyn hopped up on the counter, grabbed my iPod Touch and wore the battery down playing Angry Birds and Downhill Bowling.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't a happy camper when I got up to get on the treadmill Sunday morning and found a nearly dead battery on my iPod!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3NdPc-3aDvM/Tom9w_Ha_3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/P3foNUM99Xs/s1600/reading+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3NdPc-3aDvM/Tom9w_Ha_3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/P3foNUM99Xs/s320/reading+005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-1353343003100909201?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/1353343003100909201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=1353343003100909201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1353343003100909201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1353343003100909201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday-excitement.html' title='Saturday Excitement'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNyYwKXWZgg/Tom7mb9U38I/AAAAAAAAAMU/g1Mhsl9zYpI/s72-c/reading+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-1211392782475058603</id><published>2011-09-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T11:40:04.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship In The Woods (and a little Taco Bell)</title><content type='html'>Saturday night we took a small group&amp;nbsp;of youth&amp;nbsp;to Worship In The Woods.&amp;nbsp; Not sure why, but for some reason not a lot of kids signed up.&amp;nbsp; It's the first time we've ever gone, so none of us were quite sure what to expect.&amp;nbsp; I got to drive the church&amp;nbsp;bus for the first time in a few years, so that was an experience in itself!&amp;nbsp; I'd forgotten how incredibly stinky those things are...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship In The Woods is an outreach event hosted by a church in Smyrna.&amp;nbsp; We arrived to find a bouncy house, mechanical bull, rock climbing wall, LOTS of free food, and a mudpit tug-of-war competition!&amp;nbsp; They also had a fantastic worship area set up for the concert and the speaker.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWLbIbL2K1Y/ToDC8i4giAI/AAAAAAAAALk/M9q479Yh6iY/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWLbIbL2K1Y/ToDC8i4giAI/AAAAAAAAALk/M9q479Yh6iY/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lejQBkx7BJQ/ToDDERbsBkI/AAAAAAAAALo/NEJYzNrVkRc/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lejQBkx7BJQ/ToDDERbsBkI/AAAAAAAAALo/NEJYzNrVkRc/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Franklyn clung to the youth the whole night and really wanted nothing at all to do with Mom or Dad!&amp;nbsp; I guess we know where we stand in the pecking order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0bW6K06SLQQ/ToDDew8TMtI/AAAAAAAAALs/WDhVjxRDofw/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0bW6K06SLQQ/ToDDew8TMtI/AAAAAAAAALs/WDhVjxRDofw/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Franklyn and a few of the younger boys tried out the bouncy house first! It was dirty, sweaty, stinky and nasty....&amp;nbsp; All I could think about was the filthy socks I'd be bleaching later that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZcKwnq-9jA/ToDD3jyDdBI/AAAAAAAAALw/dSLuLuSbLP0/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZcKwnq-9jA/ToDD3jyDdBI/AAAAAAAAALw/dSLuLuSbLP0/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My brave little one even tried out the mechanical bull.&amp;nbsp; Now, that was a sight!&amp;nbsp; I wish I'd gotten it on video.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAPCsT3iMCI/ToDEHRv_AzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3XGH8SNu71c/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UAPCsT3iMCI/ToDEHRv_AzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3XGH8SNu71c/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSocVZ8f51E/ToDEPa_wV6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/o6tE9DTl-pE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSocVZ8f51E/ToDEPa_wV6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/o6tE9DTl-pE/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After bull riding we decided to try out the rock climbing wall.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, they shut it down when we were about five people away from our turn.&amp;nbsp; So, no pictures of Scott flailing madly from 20 feet in the air.&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, however, find time to take some candid pics.&amp;nbsp; I took a few and Franklyn took a few.&amp;nbsp; See if you can tell who took which ones.&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aJ4hOB0mjc/ToDEyuz85iI/AAAAAAAAAL8/weL90W-zUGk/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aJ4hOB0mjc/ToDEyuz85iI/AAAAAAAAAL8/weL90W-zUGk/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQtH0suTycs/ToDE4EGMLQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FlBck5hvBbs/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQtH0suTycs/ToDE4EGMLQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FlBck5hvBbs/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNlglf9kdJc/ToDE8zyYpeI/AAAAAAAAAME/HhVK8BEymFk/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNlglf9kdJc/ToDE8zyYpeI/AAAAAAAAAME/HhVK8BEymFk/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjLl-rJK5LA/ToDFFKE6YRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ohGqtvtXjsc/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjLl-rJK5LA/ToDFFKE6YRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ohGqtvtXjsc/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Around 7:00, when it was time for the concert to begin, we started feeling a few little rain drops.....&amp;nbsp; Prayer ensued....&amp;nbsp; The rain drops died off... for a short time.&amp;nbsp; Adults ran for cover and the kids stayed in the rain while the band played.&amp;nbsp; However, by the time the speaker got on stage to share the downpour had begun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjS7Ga7p8GM/ToDFsao6OEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3Y3ELqCE-FA/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjS7Ga7p8GM/ToDFsao6OEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3Y3ELqCE-FA/s320/021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all got slightly wet....&amp;nbsp; Well, this was a group of teenagers so some got SOAKED.&amp;nbsp; We waited around for about ten minutes and then decided the rain and cold were too much.&amp;nbsp; We decided Taco Bell was calling our name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAM7IAlJUds/ToDGZeoLLAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EaLb7F-7k_k/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAM7IAlJUds/ToDGZeoLLAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EaLb7F-7k_k/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Scott and I walked in with the group and one lady turned around and said, "Wow, THAT'S a big family!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-1211392782475058603?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/1211392782475058603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=1211392782475058603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1211392782475058603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1211392782475058603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/09/worship-in-woods-and-little-taco-bell.html' title='Worship In The Woods (and a little Taco Bell)'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWLbIbL2K1Y/ToDC8i4giAI/AAAAAAAAALk/M9q479Yh6iY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-6062953201590633757</id><published>2011-09-21T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:35:19.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My absolute FAVORITE season arrives in TWO days!!!&amp;nbsp; WooHoooooooo!!!!&amp;nbsp; Mums, pumpkins, changing leaves.....&amp;nbsp; Is there anything better on God's earth than fall?&amp;nbsp; Not to me!&amp;nbsp; A tad premature maybe, but I began putting out fall decorations this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; I had Franklyn pose with a few last night.&amp;nbsp; I think He loves fall as much as his mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVDhklFEBbQ/TnoSBmh_ijI/AAAAAAAAALc/1RrfNDDlBnk/s1600/fall+2011+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVDhklFEBbQ/TnoSBmh_ijI/AAAAAAAAALc/1RrfNDDlBnk/s320/fall+2011+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhT6-_iofZs/TnoSG67CTLI/AAAAAAAAALg/aq2W7h9ckwg/s1600/fall+2011+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhT6-_iofZs/TnoSG67CTLI/AAAAAAAAALg/aq2W7h9ckwg/s320/fall+2011+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-6062953201590633757?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/6062953201590633757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=6062953201590633757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6062953201590633757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6062953201590633757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall.html' title='FALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVDhklFEBbQ/TnoSBmh_ijI/AAAAAAAAALc/1RrfNDDlBnk/s72-c/fall+2011+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-6956769087087883655</id><published>2011-09-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:26:35.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago I was at a point where I was completely disgusted with myself and with the sin I had allowed in my life.&amp;nbsp; I had gotten to the point where I was consumed with self.&amp;nbsp; All I thought about was me.&amp;nbsp; I was more concerned with my weight, my image, going on vacations, etc. than anything else.&amp;nbsp; God had completely been placed on the back burner.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, it took over a year of self indulgence and some discipline from the Lord before I stepped back and took a long hard look at the way I had allowed culture to infiltrate my&amp;nbsp;thought process.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is a poem I wrote&amp;nbsp;while still&amp;nbsp;completely immersed in the sin of selfishness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I’ve danced ‘round this sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And I’ve watched it take root.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How enticing these branches can be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O’ I tangle myself in deceit as I dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Still I let it take lead willingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My embrace is so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yet I long to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This grip on my flesh is so real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How can such pride be found in this dancing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Could it be that I like what I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I feign such perfection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;With each step I take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But my heart is not hidden from You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I yearn for retreat from this willful defiance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yet this is the dance that I choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lead me, my Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Draw me back to Your sway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Let my dance bring you glory once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Take lead, for the dancing is nothing without You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Be, God, the One I dance for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for a God who disciplines those He loves.&amp;nbsp; I'm dancing a new dance these days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm holding tight to my Savior and letting him lead.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What a merciful Savior is He.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-6956769087087883655?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/6956769087087883655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=6956769087087883655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6956769087087883655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6956769087087883655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/09/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-5475944877553917832</id><published>2011-09-16T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:24:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL Day at New Union Elementary</title><content type='html'>Franklyn has been so excited about going to school today!&amp;nbsp; It's NFL Day at New Union Elementary!&amp;nbsp; I spent my entire lunch hour yesterday running to Old Navy for&amp;nbsp;Atlanta Falcons gear for Franklyn only to find out that Scott needed a shirt as well.&amp;nbsp; He's helping out at the school today.&amp;nbsp; I stuck around the house for a while this morning before leaving for work to get a picture of my boys in their Falcons shirts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6yUuCxEago/TnOGD3pBTxI/AAAAAAAAALU/KvfsVjPHMxM/s1600/NFL+Day+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6yUuCxEago/TnOGD3pBTxI/AAAAAAAAALU/KvfsVjPHMxM/s320/NFL+Day+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nrm0KB-laR0/TnOGM_w1zgI/AAAAAAAAALY/KYAdplYgKBQ/s1600/NFL+Day+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nrm0KB-laR0/TnOGM_w1zgI/AAAAAAAAALY/KYAdplYgKBQ/s320/NFL+Day+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Scott looks half awake and Franklyn looks like he's been crying.&amp;nbsp; Boy, we are NOT the most photogenic family!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-5475944877553917832?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/5475944877553917832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=5475944877553917832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/5475944877553917832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/5475944877553917832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/09/nfl-day-at-new-union-elementary.html' title='NFL Day at New Union Elementary'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6yUuCxEago/TnOGD3pBTxI/AAAAAAAAALU/KvfsVjPHMxM/s72-c/NFL+Day+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-1498049094335227916</id><published>2011-09-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:37:05.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOOFLESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BiKqoZiXo70/TnEOxo5Qi3I/AAAAAAAAALM/AnqfE4bnYrg/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+tooth+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BiKqoZiXo70/TnEOxo5Qi3I/AAAAAAAAALM/AnqfE4bnYrg/s320/Franklyn%2527s+tooth+009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Franklyn had a front tooth that was loose for over a month.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Taylor had to pull his last loose tooth back in March because it simply did not want to come out and the permanent one REALLY wanted to come in.&amp;nbsp; Same situation this time.....&amp;nbsp; So, Scott picked him up from school today and I met them over at Dr. Taylor's office so he could work his magic.&amp;nbsp; Franklyn was a little nervous at first so&amp;nbsp;I knelt down and prayed with him before Dr. Taylor came in the room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once Doc Taylor gave him laughing gas, the nerves&amp;nbsp;were gone, gone, gone!&amp;nbsp; Out came the tooth!&amp;nbsp; Of course, being the awesome Mom that&amp;nbsp;I am (wink wink),&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;took him directly to Baskin Robbins for a cool treat to soothe the gums.&amp;nbsp; He was all smiles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4DxPcyKssI/TnEQJJ4Lw3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PuqHg5k-hfM/s1600/Franklyn%2527s+tooth+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4DxPcyKssI/TnEQJJ4Lw3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PuqHg5k-hfM/s320/Franklyn%2527s+tooth+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-1498049094335227916?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/1498049094335227916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=1498049094335227916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1498049094335227916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1498049094335227916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/09/toofless.html' title='TOOFLESS!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BiKqoZiXo70/TnEOxo5Qi3I/AAAAAAAAALM/AnqfE4bnYrg/s72-c/Franklyn%2527s+tooth+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-9119776364971045763</id><published>2011-09-13T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:48:03.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsa-NgXIngI/Tm9elgV3iWI/AAAAAAAAALI/vpGKsRdHQxE/s1600/choir+song+-+Franklyn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsa-NgXIngI/Tm9elgV3iWI/AAAAAAAAALI/vpGKsRdHQxE/s320/choir+song+-+Franklyn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a realllllly long time since I've posted anything to this blog.&amp;nbsp; I apologize.&amp;nbsp; Life has been busy, and too many things have taken precedence.&amp;nbsp; Some good things.&amp;nbsp; Some bad things.&amp;nbsp; Overall, the last year has been a mixture of joy, sorrow, pain and struggle.&amp;nbsp; I haven't blogged because my life has been so full of so many insignificant things and so much of the unknown that I was kind of afraid some of that would leak out!&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'll just leak!&amp;nbsp; God has done some unbelievable work in my life in the last nine months.&amp;nbsp; It's been painful and I have to admit that I was fighting Him with all that was in me for a long time.&amp;nbsp; But, He saw fit to show me mercy and to continue to draw me to Him and draw me back to the close relationship that I missed and desired deep down for so long.&amp;nbsp; I can remember, over the last five years or so, thinking "When's it gonna happen?&amp;nbsp; When is God gonna say He's had enough of my selfishness and pride and just let the hammer fall?"&amp;nbsp; I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when it finally happened.&amp;nbsp; A series of events last winter literally brought me crashing to my knees.&amp;nbsp; God is so good.&amp;nbsp; He allows things in our lives that are painful only to bring us to His feet where we find ultimate peace and unbelievable joy, even in the midst of the pain.&amp;nbsp; At one point during all that I was going through, I told someone I was thankful for my thorn.&amp;nbsp; I said that I was glad&amp;nbsp;God had allowed me to go through the things that I had been going through.&amp;nbsp; The person pretty much thought I was nuts to say that.&amp;nbsp; She said that I should be glad for where it brought me, but not be thankful for the pain.&amp;nbsp; Well, I know that the ONLY way God ever brings me back and humbles me the way I need to be humbled is through the kind of pain He has carried me through over the last nine months.&amp;nbsp; I HAVE to be thankful for that pain.&amp;nbsp; And, I am.&amp;nbsp; My relationship with Christ is so much richer and so much deeper.&amp;nbsp; I go to Him with each fear as it comes and each insecurity.&amp;nbsp; I trust Him and rest in Him.&amp;nbsp; I fill my mind with His Word and His promises, guarding my heart at every turn.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say that I would rather lose this life than lose the intimacy and the passion that I have for Him right now.&amp;nbsp; He is my closest friend and my only hope.&amp;nbsp; He is good.&lt;br /&gt;The other night Scott and I were watching an episode of The Love Boat on dvd.&amp;nbsp; Franklyn wasn't too excited about the show, so he decided to sit and draw and color at the pub table in our den.&amp;nbsp; When the show was over, he came over to me with his writing tablet.&amp;nbsp; He held up a page and asked, "How's this, Mama?"&amp;nbsp; I glanced his way thinking it would be another picture of SpongeBob or something similar.&amp;nbsp; That's when I realized he'd written out some of the words to a song he sings in children's choir at church.&amp;nbsp; So precious.&amp;nbsp; Franklyn became a Christian on Mother's Day of this year.&amp;nbsp; Since then he has honestly had such a heart for God's Word.&amp;nbsp; I do a devotion with him every night and his insight sometimes amazes me.&amp;nbsp; All I could think while I stared at this page of verse written by my six-year old son was, "That's what he's had on his mind this whole time?&amp;nbsp; We've been sitting here immersed in a flighty seventies tv show, and he's been sitting thinking about God....?"&amp;nbsp; The words to the song, shown above, are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my rock&lt;br /&gt;He is my shield&lt;br /&gt;He is the hub in the middle of the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franklyn spoke my heart with those words.&amp;nbsp; All that I've been through in the last year brought me back to where I could truly say those words and mean it.&amp;nbsp; He is my Rock.&amp;nbsp; He is my Shield.&amp;nbsp; He is most certainly the hub in the middle of the wheel.&amp;nbsp; Without Him, my wheel would be extremely off balance.&amp;nbsp; I thank Him for securing me, defending me and drawing me back to the center of His will.&amp;nbsp; God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-9119776364971045763?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/9119776364971045763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=9119776364971045763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/9119776364971045763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/9119776364971045763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2011/09/better-focus.html' title='Better Focus'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsa-NgXIngI/Tm9elgV3iWI/AAAAAAAAALI/vpGKsRdHQxE/s72-c/choir+song+-+Franklyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-4963728048341554237</id><published>2010-11-12T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:00:10.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaargh!  A Pirate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN24o26QSkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wClZ-_3OJdE/s1600/DSCN0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538786128809708098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN24o26QSkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wClZ-_3OJdE/s320/DSCN0535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Franklyn was a pirate for Halloween this year!  He really got in to the whole idea of it and I thought he made quite a handsome Asian pirate...  Ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN24j_s2pkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MEw2N8tCir8/s1600/DSCN0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538786045270074946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN24j_s2pkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MEw2N8tCir8/s320/DSCN0534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-4963728048341554237?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/4963728048341554237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=4963728048341554237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/4963728048341554237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/4963728048341554237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2010/11/aaaargh-pirate.html' title='Aaaargh!  A Pirate!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN24o26QSkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wClZ-_3OJdE/s72-c/DSCN0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-1617590136765408929</id><published>2010-11-12T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:16:28.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUISIN' AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay me! I'm finally getting around to updating the blog! It's only been a year and a half!!! I think I devoted a little TOO much time to facebook for that period of time! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN1_g4ytsLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X_CoRMcFKQ0/s1600/004%2B-%2BCopy%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538723319713214642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN1_g4ytsLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X_CoRMcFKQ0/s320/004%2B-%2BCopy%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's about time I fill in friends and family on cruise #6! We set sail on October 9th out of Mobile, Alabama. The Elation wasn't the nicest ship we've been on, but it was still enjoyable. At least we didn't end up like the poor folks on the Splendor this past week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really had a good time all the way around. Scott and I enjoyed some quiet time together and Franklyn soaked up every second of Camp Carnival he could! It's crazy how that kid loves what equates to day care... They really do some fun activities and he loves the interaction with the other children as well as the games and crafts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2CTC4xz_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/iN5lJZ8SavI/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538726380439719922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2CTC4xz_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/iN5lJZ8SavI/s200/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2C-gR1_TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3_YNQcVzzXA/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538727127063854386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2C-gR1_TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3_YNQcVzzXA/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited two ports of call this time around. We went to Progresso and Cozumel. The only port really worth mentioning was Cozumel - 5th time there! Franklyn got to go swimming with the dolphins! We purchased a video of him interacting with them and I'm sure the whole experience is something he will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2DixJYTGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HUoOc2AlYXM/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538727750067047522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2DixJYTGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HUoOc2AlYXM/s200/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up having to leave Cozumel early due to the threat of Hurricane Paula. That was fine with me. It meant more time on the ship to EAT! We ate some great food.... Unlimited ice cream, yummy french toast, cheeseburgers, pizza... you name it, we ate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2ELfEdc-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XeDgtJ_RzJU/s1600/DSCN0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538728449589212130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2ELfEdc-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XeDgtJ_RzJU/s320/DSCN0497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always seems like the cruises come and go so fast! Gotta wait until June for the next one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-1617590136765408929?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/1617590136765408929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=1617590136765408929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1617590136765408929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/1617590136765408929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2010/11/cruisin-again.html' title='CRUISIN&apos; AGAIN'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN1_g4ytsLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X_CoRMcFKQ0/s72-c/004%2B-%2BCopy%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-8764091989181206275</id><published>2010-11-11T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:24:33.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Pictures - Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2GSli9XbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vNSJlFLkgw4/s1600/DSCN0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538730770610085298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2GSli9XbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vNSJlFLkgw4/s320/DSCN0501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2GGFOyNSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mDkZJl2qOG8/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538730555777103138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2GGFOyNSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mDkZJl2qOG8/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2GApfaAZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bRQZEA7YrNU/s1600/017%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538730462431281554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2GApfaAZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bRQZEA7YrNU/s320/017%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2F3WDWzCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vv-cnNJfB98/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538730302594534434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2F3WDWzCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vv-cnNJfB98/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2Fx20lwbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tY5C64DAlbg/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538729794186021218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2FZwFUiWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dJrwGBJRwD4/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2FOB3dFDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/khFGB00ZPrs/s1600/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538729592801268786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2FOB3dFDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/khFGB00ZPrs/s320/DSCN0524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2FIkmvRtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yRFtSTDuS_w/s1600/DSCN0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538729499047184082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2FIkmvRtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yRFtSTDuS_w/s320/DSCN0515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2FDAJAjII/AAAAAAAAAJY/7NZlFLWXUyE/s1600/DSCN0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538729403359464578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2FDAJAjII/AAAAAAAAAJY/7NZlFLWXUyE/s320/DSCN0512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2E6G0HljI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xyBM-Wn0Y30/s1600/DSCN0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538729250532070962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2E6G0HljI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xyBM-Wn0Y30/s320/DSCN0490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2E1DCWheI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v7lSkduRdhc/s1600/DSCN0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538729163618682338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2E1DCWheI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v7lSkduRdhc/s320/DSCN0487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-8764091989181206275?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/8764091989181206275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=8764091989181206275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/8764091989181206275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/8764091989181206275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2010/11/cruise-pictures-enjoy.html' title='Cruise Pictures - Enjoy!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/TN2GSli9XbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/vNSJlFLkgw4/s72-c/DSCN0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-286125711110343443</id><published>2009-07-28T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:17:46.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinky Jiggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9aeCcQN3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/n3aDkgbHgwI/s1600-h/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363605153319499634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9aeCcQN3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/n3aDkgbHgwI/s320/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed at my Mom and Dad's house while we were in Jefferson City for Scott's 20th high school reunion. As usual, Mimi gave Franklyn a little cash before we left to go home. We stopped at Target on the way through Knoxville to let him spend his money.  Never the one to choose the cheap toy, Franklyn used the money to buy a $60 riding toy that was obviously made for a girl... He rode the thing all through Target on the way to the register to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9ac8Q81XI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vRv8eQGsyj4/s1600-h/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363605134481610098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9ac8Q81XI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vRv8eQGsyj4/s320/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought monster truck stickers for Franklyn to apply to the pink sections of the toy just to make it a little more masculine. All the way home from Knoxville he kept saying, "When will we be home so I can ride my pinky jiggy?" No idea where he came up with that name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9adDm8cJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CpU8Mdfr1O8/s1600-h/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363605136452907154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9adDm8cJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CpU8Mdfr1O8/s320/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9ad_9nMpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ySxlI-bekaU/s1600-h/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363605152654111378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9ad_9nMpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ySxlI-bekaU/s320/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9admHXdhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AYEV2UVlvS4/s1600-h/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363605145715701266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9admHXdhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AYEV2UVlvS4/s320/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say we were excited about Franklyn having a pink and yellow riding toy, but it sure makes him SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-286125711110343443?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/286125711110343443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=286125711110343443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/286125711110343443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/286125711110343443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/07/pinky-jiggy.html' title='Pinky Jiggy'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sm9aeCcQN3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/n3aDkgbHgwI/s72-c/Reunion+and+Pinky+Jiggy+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-4475531543093057135</id><published>2009-06-30T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:58:54.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoHJzdHD1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ecp_IgaliU8/s1600-h/Roller+Skating+and+Church+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353098972095778642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoHJzdHD1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ecp_IgaliU8/s320/Roller+Skating+and+Church+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mimi came to visit one Saturday in June and brought Franklyn a pair of roller skates! He was sooooo excited. He started out inside on the carpet and was later brave enough to try them out on the concrete. He was able to pick out his own helmet, elbow pads and knee pads earlier that day while we were shopping. He told me he also needed some butt pads! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoHJrcTR6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Q9LUOC1MkoI/s1600-h/Roller+Skating+and+Church+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Franklyn was a little easier to teach than I thought he would be... He learned to balance himself with his arms and how to get himself going. Now he begs on a daily basis to go outside and roller skate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoHJC4qjkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rftH3Z-yDTU/s1600-h/Roller+Skating+and+Church+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353098959058013762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoHJC4qjkI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rftH3Z-yDTU/s320/Roller+Skating+and+Church+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoHI9VMokI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p008EgRkikw/s1600-h/Roller+Skating+and+Church+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353098957567074882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoHI9VMokI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p008EgRkikw/s320/Roller+Skating+and+Church+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about watching him is seeing that HUGE helmet on his head! I guess koreans have large heads... He had to have the one for eight year-olds! I don't know how he keeps his balance with that thing on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-4475531543093057135?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/4475531543093057135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=4475531543093057135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/4475531543093057135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/4475531543093057135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/06/roller-skating.html' title='Roller Skating'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoHJzdHD1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ecp_IgaliU8/s72-c/Roller+Skating+and+Church+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-9170001085278144624</id><published>2009-06-30T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:34:06.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoF75V-S2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yuI872ctGZ8/s1600-h/Roller+Skating+and+Church+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353097633646660450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoF75V-S2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yuI872ctGZ8/s320/Roller+Skating+and+Church+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoF0ldLcdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nAhNP7Y1xBU/s1600-h/Roller+Skating+and+Church+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353097508049088978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoF0ldLcdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nAhNP7Y1xBU/s320/Roller+Skating+and+Church+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott was on a youth trip Father's Day morning so he didn't get to be a part of the pre-church photo shoot. I decided I could at least capture a few shots of Franklyn in his adorable outfit before heading out the door.  We had a great morning at church and then took Scott to Los 3 Amigos for lunch.  It was a nice Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoFZrx0rEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nmGW7j0bsPg/s1600-h/Roller+Skating+and+Church+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-9170001085278144624?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/9170001085278144624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=9170001085278144624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/9170001085278144624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/9170001085278144624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-2009.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SkoF75V-S2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yuI872ctGZ8/s72-c/Roller+Skating+and+Church+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-2305357021190748748</id><published>2009-06-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:56:19.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Bible School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigmfQqWneI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GWhFcGJRAh8/s1600-h/VBS4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563276365503970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigmfQqWneI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GWhFcGJRAh8/s320/VBS4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sigmjr6UMqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uRn2YNz9jkE/s1600-h/VBS5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563352399688354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sigmjr6UMqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uRn2YNz9jkE/s320/VBS5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigmazCYmfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uQWReiIqpxU/s1600-h/VBS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563199693756914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigmazCYmfI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uQWReiIqpxU/s320/VBS3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sigl_ioqy5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gF_oNEDBTqE/s1600-h/VBS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343562731434462098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sigl_ioqy5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/gF_oNEDBTqE/s320/VBS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigmWruCZGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y8fCF5goUCU/s1600-h/VBS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563129009890402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigmWruCZGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y8fCF5goUCU/s320/VBS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Franklyn has really enjoyed VBS this year. He loves the crafts, the songs, and the teachers. He kinda loves his girlfriends too....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-2305357021190748748?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/2305357021190748748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=2305357021190748748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/2305357021190748748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/2305357021190748748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-bible-school.html' title='Vacation Bible School'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigmfQqWneI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GWhFcGJRAh8/s72-c/VBS4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-47574768904591724</id><published>2009-06-04T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:46:03.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite things in the world is dressing Franklyn..... I think I work just so we can go on vacation and dress Franklyn nice. Not good! But, he sure is a doll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343560952531352882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigkX_tHfTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LZT9gTVfsAI/s320/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-47574768904591724?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/47574768904591724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=47574768904591724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/47574768904591724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/47574768904591724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/06/cutie.html' title='CUTIE!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigkX_tHfTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LZT9gTVfsAI/s72-c/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-4458802004819694698</id><published>2009-06-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:46:39.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigiHaBx8PI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nsHiW8A9Stk/s1600-h/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343558468516311282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigiHaBx8PI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nsHiW8A9Stk/s320/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, did we need a vacation by early May! I was joking around one day and told my boss that I needed a vacation and he said, "Take one!" So, I got on the Carnival website and booked a cruise that was only 2 1/2 weeks away! I'm so glad we took the time to get away! The drive to Tampa was well worth it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigioKozOuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/usjD4X_cO_Y/s1600-h/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343559031320689378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigioKozOuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/usjD4X_cO_Y/s320/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We cruised to Grand Cayman and had 2 wonderful days there! We shopped, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigjILKAfVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Iw0GbLJcc6A/s1600-h/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343559581215784274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigjILKAfVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Iw0GbLJcc6A/s320/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to the beach, toured Georgetown and Hell (that's right), visited the Turtle Farm, and just plain relaxed during the fun days at sea. Franklyn enjoyed the water park on the ship and had fun going down the slides. Scott and I enjoyed the food and the Mommy/Daddy time! We ALL enjoyed the naps!&lt;/p&gt;We are definitely addicted to cruising and we already have another one booked for November. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sigj3xUOl9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HhO9TkAO8Og/s1600-h/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343560398913050578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sigj3xUOl9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HhO9TkAO8Og/s320/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sigjba4EUnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cGy0i6s6TAU/s1600-h/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-4458802004819694698?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/4458802004819694698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=4458802004819694698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/4458802004819694698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/4458802004819694698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation.html' title='VACATION!!!!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SigiHaBx8PI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nsHiW8A9Stk/s72-c/GRAND+CAYMAN+Cruise+2009+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-420471551963534940</id><published>2009-04-14T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:31:05.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTER 2009</title><content type='html'>EASTER!!!!! Easter 2009 was just about one of the best we've had as a family! Franklyn and Daddy colored Easter eggs on Saturday afternoon. Franklyn has so much fun doing anything that lets him be creative. He's quite the artist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTnVkelfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BfBgoEHETAk/s1600-h/Easter+2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324613332217271794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTnVkelfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BfBgoEHETAk/s320/Easter+2009+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Franklyn woke up to the sound of me screaming that the Easter Bunny had just hopped out of the house. I love the fact that I'm still able to convince him that things like the Easter Bunny actually exist. :-) He was pretty excited to find things like a kite and a bug catching kit among the goodies! All I heard the whole morning was, "Can I fly my kite now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTnFq88OI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KoQ3s3lkJOs/s1600-h/Easter+2009+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324613327949459682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTnFq88OI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KoQ3s3lkJOs/s320/Easter+2009+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTn8LLSSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SYVz4FrncTY/s1600-h/Easter+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324613342580132130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTn8LLSSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SYVz4FrncTY/s320/Easter+2009+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and made some quick pictures after church. Then we headed to Los 3 Amigos for a yummy mexican Easter lunch. What could be better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTnsBaNLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SHdzkI87L1o/s1600-h/Easter+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324613338244199602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTnsBaNLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SHdzkI87L1o/s320/Easter+2009+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franklyn is such a ham when it comes to picture time. It's all I can do to get him to let me take a picture where he's not cutting up or making a funny face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunchtime fiesta at Los 3 Amigos, we took an afternoon siesta... Then we went outside to plant Franklyn's annual Easter tree. It's something we look forward to every year. This year, though, Franklyn was more excited about using his new bug catching kit. He dug up about seven worms and stuck them in the bug keeper. He kept going outside to check on them the rest of the evening. He was a little disappointed a few hours later when they were all shriveled up and dead! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTToJjJy_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/5ZDkevn4qds/s1600-h/Easter+2009+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324613346170358770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTToJjJy_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/5ZDkevn4qds/s320/Easter+2009+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTyOtPCNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6hxRSD06YWY/s1600-h/Easter+2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324613519353514194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTyOtPCNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6hxRSD06YWY/s320/Easter+2009+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-420471551963534940?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/420471551963534940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=420471551963534940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/420471551963534940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/420471551963534940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='EASTER 2009'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SeTTnVkelfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BfBgoEHETAk/s72-c/Easter+2009+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-5171160606411510241</id><published>2009-03-04T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:41:00.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7XZ8ABc9I/AAAAAAAAADo/TqDIDLzYEMo/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7XZhr9WKI/AAAAAAAAADg/A0CP2q0gwtQ/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309417844255840418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7XZhr9WKI/AAAAAAAAADg/A0CP2q0gwtQ/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Franklyn has been praying for snow ever since he was able to speak.  Apparently, God finally saw fit to provide!  :-)  With no snow boots to throw on his feet, we stuck Franklyn in his good tennis shoes and wrapped WalMart bags around them.  He didn't mind.  All he cared about was getting out in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7XBXguiNI/AAAAAAAAADY/AAZfq07HV3k/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309417286385836578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7W5DdYoiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/dl33jKNL0lg/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Franklyn has had this snow hat for a couple of years and was really excited to finally get to wear it.  Can't you tell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7W8_JTmbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xxQZWBLG80g/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309417353947355570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7W8_JTmbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xxQZWBLG80g/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only gloves we had for Franklyn were the one size fits all knit gloves you find at dollar stores for a dollar...  I know his little hands had to be frozen, but he was not deterred.  He just wanted to dig right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7W7-PBJgI/AAAAAAAAADI/k0YrKHxCspI/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309417336523007490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7W7-PBJgI/AAAAAAAAADI/k0YrKHxCspI/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Franklyn was practically buried in the snow when he made his snow angels.  He had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7W5xtd39I/AAAAAAAAADA/PR-W4AyMLb8/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309417298801319890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7W5xtd39I/AAAAAAAAADA/PR-W4AyMLb8/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309418276357542706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7XyrZCEzI/AAAAAAAAADw/G3CUwKcY0fk/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Franklyn and Daddy made a HUGE snowman.  It was Franklyn's first.  I wanted to use a cheese stick for his nose because we didn't have any carrots.  Franklyn thought that was silly.  He insisted that they should just use a stick...  He is soooooo practical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-5171160606411510241?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/5171160606411510241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=5171160606411510241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/5171160606411510241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/5171160606411510241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7XZhr9WKI/AAAAAAAAADg/A0CP2q0gwtQ/s72-c/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-9152499965077161428</id><published>2009-03-04T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:27:32.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bedroom Furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7UfhhSJHI/AAAAAAAAACg/tK8ALw_bFFw/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309414648755397746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7UfhhSJHI/AAAAAAAAACg/tK8ALw_bFFw/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott and I have been married for almost eighteen years and we have never had NEW bedroom furniture... After so many years of hand me downs, we finally decided to bite the bullet and purchase what we've always wanted. I've been addicted to HGTV and felt inspired to completely get rid of everything we had in the bedroom. The only things that returned after being moved out were the pillows on the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7VV87cfxI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y0FE2EJaBuE/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309415583825821458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7VV87cfxI/AAAAAAAAACo/Y0FE2EJaBuE/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought all new picture frames, printed a variety of new 8x10 photographs, bought new lamps, new bowls, new candles, a new down comforter... Seeing the end result, I am soooo happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7TNc4wXyI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHfwVt87r-g/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309413238762397474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7TNc4wXyI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHfwVt87r-g/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7TNc4wXyI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHfwVt87r-g/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One thing I love about the room now is that it is so simple!  There is not a lot of clutter and things just seem more in order.  One thing I DON'T love would be the bruises and knots on my legs from bumping into the footboard over and over again.  It's going to take a while to get used to it being there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7VXcjvZ9I/AAAAAAAAACw/zlSvXC5v-R4/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309415609496201170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7VXcjvZ9I/AAAAAAAAACw/zlSvXC5v-R4/s320/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7TNc4wXyI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHfwVt87r-g/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7TNc4wXyI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHfwVt87r-g/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7TNc4wXyI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHfwVt87r-g/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7TNc4wXyI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHfwVt87r-g/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7TNc4wXyI/AAAAAAAAACY/BHfwVt87r-g/s1600-h/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-9152499965077161428?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/9152499965077161428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=9152499965077161428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/9152499965077161428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/9152499965077161428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-bedroom-furniture.html' title='New Bedroom Furniture'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/Sa7UfhhSJHI/AAAAAAAAACg/tK8ALw_bFFw/s72-c/SNOW+08+and+new+furniture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-2293494213930525243</id><published>2009-02-24T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:37:58.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum!  Bubble Gum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SaQ36dZP5iI/AAAAAAAAABA/GJ7E1UPi4go/s1600-h/Amoxicillin+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306427738411755042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SaQ36dZP5iI/AAAAAAAAABA/GJ7E1UPi4go/s320/Amoxicillin+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Lately I've been wondering why in the world pharmaceutical companies feel compelled to add flavor to many of the medications prescribed often to children...  I'm sure there are some kids out there that don't like to take medicine no matter what it tastes like, but my child is the EXACT opposite!  Franklyn LOVES to take medicine!  He begs for it.  He was recently prescribed Amoxicillin for a sinus infection.  When I first opened the bottle I immediately smelled bubble gum and I said, "Oh Franklyn, this smells yummy!"  He couldn't wait to get the dropper in his mouth!  The next evening I was preparing to give him a dose when he said, "Just let me drink it!"  I told him he couldn't do that and he said, "I did this morning."  I was trying to do two things at once and only half noticed what he said...  After he said it a few more times I looked at him and said, "What are you talking about?  You didn't DRINK your medicine this morning!"  He had been at home with Scott that morning and Scott had been the one to administer the dose...  I looked at Scott and said, "You didn't let him drink this this morning, did you?"  Scott couldn't believe I even asked!  I looked closely at the bottle and noticed there was quite a bit missing to have only given him three doses at that point...  Franklyn said, "I drinked it while Daddy cleaned the dropper..."  After a frantic call to the pharmacy, I discovered he wasn't going to die on us...  It all got me to thinking though...  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306427742029822898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SaQ36q33O7I/AAAAAAAAABI/SZA_4y2LFNE/s320/Amoxicillin+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;     Franklyn KNOWS that too much medicine could hurt him.  He has been told over and over and over again.  Apparently though, that particular morning, the smell of the bubble gum flavor and the proximity of the uncapped bottle (and the preoccupied Daddy) was too much of a temptation.  I started thinking about how we are the same way with letting sin in our lives.  We know it could hurt us, but it is SO inviting and SO available!  We don't even think it through.  Like a four year-old, we just drink it in...  Like Eve, we take a bite.  Like David, we lust.  Franklyn was covered by the fact that a few swigs of Amoxicillin won't kill you.  Me?  I thank God I'm covered by the blood of Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-2293494213930525243?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/2293494213930525243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=2293494213930525243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/2293494213930525243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/2293494213930525243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/02/yum-bubble-gum.html' title='Yum!  Bubble Gum!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SaQ36dZP5iI/AAAAAAAAABA/GJ7E1UPi4go/s72-c/Amoxicillin+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-9184999512323005768</id><published>2009-02-19T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:21:24.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys and Sick Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZ8qTMClxJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/s3XHmOkf_II/s1600-h/wikki+stix+and+sick+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305005395203703954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZ8qTMClxJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/s3XHmOkf_II/s320/wikki+stix+and+sick+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Franklyn was sick on Thursday so we had to make a trip to his pediatrician in Murfreesboro. Of course, pretty much every trip to the doctor ends up with a trip to WalMart to fill prescriptions. Franklyn had some money that his Nenaw and Papaw sent him for Valentine's Day so I let him use it while we were at WalMart. He is a nurturing little boy so he chose one of the little FurReal pets. He snuggled with "Spots" the rest of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZ8qTLV8Z1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y_2KDLOuE1M/s1600-h/wikki+stix+and+sick+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305005395016443730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZ8qTLV8Z1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y_2KDLOuE1M/s320/wikki+stix+and+sick+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another new toy for my sick little boy is his package of Wikki Stix. Franklyn has seen a commercial on television over and over again for BendARoos and he has the whole commercial memorized! I kid you not! Out of the blue he would come up to me and start spouting lines from the commercial just to make sure sure I knew the amazing creations wouldn't stain the wall, etc... He has been begging for them ever since he first saw the commercial back in September. Anyhow, a friend at work told me about Wikki Stix so I tracked some down. Franklyn has literally spent hours at a time with his new toy. It's amazing the things kids love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZ8qSyuFW3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/MxRdBHdGgbY/s1600-h/wikki+stix+and+sick+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305005388406807410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZ8qSyuFW3I/AAAAAAAAAAo/MxRdBHdGgbY/s320/wikki+stix+and+sick+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-9184999512323005768?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/9184999512323005768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=9184999512323005768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/9184999512323005768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/9184999512323005768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toys-and-sick-boys.html' title='New Toys and Sick Boys'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZ8qTMClxJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/s3XHmOkf_II/s72-c/wikki+stix+and+sick+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205176597025884968.post-6563424557618433004</id><published>2009-02-18T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:39:27.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZxwAaMavZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vk-fy6AfibQ/s1600-h/Christmas+and+CRUISE+2008+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304237613469318546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZxwAaMavZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vk-fy6AfibQ/s320/Christmas+and+CRUISE+2008+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SGtsQ5qFaGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k84cXvvugy4/s1600-h/JCHS+and+mirror+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is the very beginning of The Whaley Wall! Hopefully it will be a great way for us to let family and friends keep up with what is going on in the Whaley house! I LOVE to write, so I'm hoping I'll be able to find the time to post many interesting stories about the things happening in our lives. One thing is certain, our lives are NOT boring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205176597025884968-6563424557618433004?l=thewhaleywall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/feeds/6563424557618433004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8205176597025884968&amp;postID=6563424557618433004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6563424557618433004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8205176597025884968/posts/default/6563424557618433004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleywall.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go!'/><author><name>Kari Whaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06337417622627350701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b31qNlu6vq8/SZxwAaMavZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vk-fy6AfibQ/s72-c/Christmas+and+CRUISE+2008+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
