<?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-5042139637751621438</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:14:26.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robersons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-6724574278983360725</id><published>2010-10-07T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T03:30:59.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 4!!!</title><content type='html'>Let me just begin by saying that 17 months ago, Craig had "The ole snip-snip" to prevent this very thing from happening. However, here I sit in front of my computer 12 weeks pregnant, somewhat nauseated, and in need of a potty-break (which occurs every hour on the hour), writing a blog about "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quatro&lt;/span&gt;". To say that I am shocked would be an understatement, and it has taken several weeks to come to grips with this reality. Many have asked how I found out that I was pregnant, so here is a quick play-by-play of what went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of one of my night-shift work days, talking with a co-worker about how "I would swear I was pregnant, had Craig not had a vasectomy". I was getting up several times a night to use the restroom, I was incredibly tired, and then of course, I was several weeks "late". I was in complete denial obviously, because how in the world does a vasectomy fail? (Well it fails when the Lord has other plans for your life.) So my friend said, and I quote, "just go take a test, because if this is going to happen to anyone, it would be you". Sure enough, I no more dipped the stick, and two lines appear. What does a normal, calm, totally sane person do when that happens? Well you sit in the bathroom floor and hyperventilate until your hands begin to feel numb, then you pull yourself together enough to get up, walk out the door, walk to that friend, and almost throw-up in the trash can beside you. No lie, it happened!!! Then you give another urine sample, and a blood sample only to get the same results. Then, the shock hits in full force and you have to drive home at 2 o'clock in the morning, wake your sleeping Husband, and punch him in the face. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so that didn't happen) You immediately tell him the good news while holding back sobs, and He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buries&lt;/span&gt; his head in his hands on the end of the bed and asks you when your going to tell him this is all a joke. That' s when I punched Him in the face :) (well I should have anyway) After a couple of hours of laying in bed beside each other in complete silence, you fall asleep. That is what happens if your sane. Who knows what would happen if your not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I called my OB and was sent in for blood work, which showed that I was approximately 7-8 weeks pregnant. Of course I was. Why wouldn't I be? Craig did have a vasectomy after all!!! Then I had an ultrasound, and sure enough, there was that tiny little heartbeat that will melt a Mommas heart. I knew from day one that the Lord had ordained this child, and that He/She was planted by our Heavenly Father in my womb for a reason, but the day that I was able to see my baby's heartbeat was the day that I was able to rest in God's promise that He will never give me more than I can handle. Although I was shocked, (and to be honest, I still am) I am blessed to be found worthy of raising another child. He has given Craig and I a gift that I am so thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need a bigger home, and I would like a bigger car, and of course, there is that dang Trinity school tuition that will most definitely increase, but for now, I will trust in Christ. He holds the future. He holds my life in the very palm of His hand. And He holds this child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 127:3-4&lt;br /&gt;Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are son's born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-6724574278983360725?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/6724574278983360725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=6724574278983360725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6724574278983360725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6724574278983360725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2010/10/number-4.html' title='Number 4!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-2874464251235845827</id><published>2010-07-12T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T02:08:47.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Summer</title><content type='html'>It's been forever!!! We have been so busy this summer with trips, swimming, and of course sleeping in. I will post pictures soon, but for now, I will just tell you all about our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 27th-29th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas for 2 days for Craig's Grandmothers Birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 30th-June6th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig and I left for Playa Del Carmen Mexico. Amazing!!! We went with two of our very good friends Billy and Courtney Neufeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 24th-27th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Brownwood for a family camping trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 1st-5th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abilene for the 4th of July with Craigs Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a blast, and there is still more to come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 14th-18th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possum Kindgom Lake with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 19th-23rd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Tx for Kids swimming Lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 28th- August 1st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Whitney for annual family reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 20th-22nd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig's Birthday getaway (who know's where we are going)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer! It has been so much fun, yet I know it will eventually have to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to Mason starting Kindergarten at Trinity this year. Reece starts Pre-school and Cole will go to PDO for the first time. I can't believe that My Babies are growing up so fast, but I am glad that we had and will still have so many great memories of this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I will post pictures of all of our outings soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-2874464251235845827?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/2874464251235845827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=2874464251235845827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2874464251235845827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2874464251235845827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-summer.html' title='What A Summer'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-6948264831250846347</id><published>2010-01-25T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:32:49.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well it's official. Cole is 1 month away from turning ONE! I can't believe that it has almost been a year since he was born. Oh how he has changed. From being so tiny and in the NICU, to a quite large 23 pounder. His huge blue eyes and great big smile gets this little man pretty much everything he wants. He loves his Mamma, but continually says Dadda. He has an incredible love for his Big Brother and Sister. He thinks his Brother is the funniest thing he has ever seen, and it takes nothing more than Mason walking into the room to get a laugh out of him. He's mastered the art of crawling, and if I'm not careful, He will find a way to get to the basement stairs. I try to keep the door shut, but there have been several times I have caught him right before heading head first down the stairs. He's pretty sneaky! He's very sweet, and loves to give hugs. Easy going should be his first name, and crying isn't something that he does much of. (unless of course He's hungry. The boy loves to eat) I could write a book about this sweet boy I think, but I will save that for his 1 year post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14kggJ7xaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IwfXR9Y_8Gw/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14kggJ7xaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IwfXR9Y_8Gw/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430818341461411234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is him with food all over his face. Like I said, He loves to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to leave Mason and Reece out of the mix, so I posted a few pics of these crazy rascals as well. I love my kiddos so much, and wouldn't trade a minute of my time with them. The Lord has blessed me with three truly awesome kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j7ZCpY6I/AAAAAAAAAfE/0w5rn40dLaY/s1600-h/IMG_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j7ZCpY6I/AAAAAAAAAfE/0w5rn40dLaY/s320/IMG_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430817703896638370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason playing with the Light Brite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j6zwYYBI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ddcGAImjr60/s1600-h/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j6zwYYBI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ddcGAImjr60/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430817693887914002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason and Reece practicing their Kung Fu moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j6rW1-BI/AAAAAAAAAe0/n4xsC8mtzXo/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j6rW1-BI/AAAAAAAAAe0/n4xsC8mtzXo/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430817691633317906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out Mason's shirt. It says "I tried to be good, but I got bored".  If the shoe fits......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j6FsrtII/AAAAAAAAAes/FSGlfXCyRvI/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j6FsrtII/AAAAAAAAAes/FSGlfXCyRvI/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430817681524372610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j59cXkBI/AAAAAAAAAek/a-9BvFgKIAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14j59cXkBI/AAAAAAAAAek/a-9BvFgKIAQ/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430817679308460050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reece looks so old in this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-6948264831250846347?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/6948264831250846347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=6948264831250846347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6948264831250846347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6948264831250846347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2010/01/kiddos.html' title='Kiddos!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/S14kggJ7xaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/IwfXR9Y_8Gw/s72-c/IMG_1560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-6482654857924729510</id><published>2009-12-20T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:01:22.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of The Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CHRISTmas&lt;/span&gt;! My very favorite Holiday. Spending time with family, eating loads of sweats, and of course The Gifts! All of these things, I look forward to each year. This year, my feelings are the same. I cannot wait to spend time with our families, gain five pounds, and open the amazing gifts. However, my heart boasts with excitement for different reasons as well this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have grown up "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;churched&lt;/span&gt;" as I like to call it, have heard many times that "Jesus is the reason for the season".  Not a year goes by that I don't see Nativity scenes scattered throughout the yards of Lubbock Texas. Several small ones are even scattered throughout my home. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard or read the Christmas story. It all becomes so familiar! JUST another nativity scene, JUST another Sunday sermon about the birth of Jesus, JUST another Christmas with our families, exchanging gifts. With all the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, I tend to forget what I truly should be celebrating. This year has been no exception. I've been busy decorating, buying gifts, wrapping, and of course the never ending tasks of daily life. My hearts aches at how selfish my flesh can be. I want to make this season all about me. Making sure my house looks festive, making sure I get "My Christmas List" out to the proper people (I.E. My Mom and Mother in Law), making sure I completely spoil my kids with more gifts than they can imagine, and my selfish list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been working on my heart this year. He has begun a work in me that I am not sure I can even explain right now. I read the Christmas story, and feel things that I have never felt before. I have always known the "The reason for the Season", but have never truly embraced the fact that Jesus, My Savior who was sent to earth to die for My sins, was born in a manger. I have heard it a million times, but never truly understood the impact of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will open gifts with my family this year, and I will probably gain a few pounds from all the treats I will have, but the one thing that I will do my best not to take for granted, is God's gift to me,....His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 1:21 "She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 1:23 "BEHOLD, THE VIRGIN SHALL BE WITH CHILD AND SHALL BEAR A SON, AND THEY SHALL CALL HIS NAME IMMANUEL", which translated means "GOD WITH US."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that everyone has a blessed Christmas, and may you all remember, while you gather with family and friends, why you are celebrating in the first place.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                 Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-6482654857924729510?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/6482654857924729510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=6482654857924729510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6482654857924729510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6482654857924729510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of The Year!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-4401255934232803038</id><published>2009-10-22T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:26:50.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Blessings!</title><content type='html'>We have had a lot going on the last few months. We moved into our new house. Mason started Soccer. We vacationed in Florida. The kids started school........ and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been very busy, as you can imagine, and I have had no time to update Our Blog, so I will do just that. FYI......There is going to be more pictures than words.....ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg-Xj9kwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tU2HY4Y9u3A/s1600-h/IMG_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg-Xj9kwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tU2HY4Y9u3A/s320/IMG_1351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395489346927039234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg9zsnLrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/AD8U_DsP4wM/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg9zsnLrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/AD8U_DsP4wM/s320/IMG_1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395489337299644082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg9i_rfwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/yaBdTfL0ZnA/s1600-h/IMG_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg9i_rfwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/yaBdTfL0ZnA/s320/IMG_1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395489332816215810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall Decor on the front porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg9f6vEmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/VCT3jq6H_pI/s1600-h/IMG_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg9f6vEmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/VCT3jq6H_pI/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395489331990172258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg9J6lU5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/cjOeFGc3wpU/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg9J6lU5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/cjOeFGc3wpU/s320/IMG_1300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395489326083953554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCesDPulSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KPMHr7gwOnU/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCesDPulSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KPMHr7gwOnU/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395486833212560674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason's Bed  (the rest of t he room isn't finished, so this is all that you can see for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCerwapHdI/AAAAAAAAAco/UjEXLKnqzw8/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCerwapHdI/AAAAAAAAAco/UjEXLKnqzw8/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395486828158066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reece's Room (again, not finished with the room yet, so just the bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCerjKCWoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ClB5m3uCUjs/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCerjKCWoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ClB5m3uCUjs/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395486824598755970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basement/Playroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCerZ8CQcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-Lojw23lfA8/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCerZ8CQcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/-Lojw23lfA8/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395486822124110274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCerFqqtvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YPmSVCoZ5HI/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCerFqqtvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YPmSVCoZ5HI/s320/IMG_1314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395486816682555122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guest Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdxLg-m8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/DaCxoQ0vKEM/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdxLg-m8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/DaCxoQ0vKEM/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485821820115906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entryway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdxDkYPOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/obMtrR128Fc/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdxDkYPOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/obMtrR128Fc/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485819686894818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Livingrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdwgDDWqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/MoQxUuRPOPA/s1600-h/IMG_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdwgDDWqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/MoQxUuRPOPA/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485810151873186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdwX9pJXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uR2tjH6r6r0/s1600-h/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdwX9pJXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/uR2tjH6r6r0/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485807981700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdwEnTnKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MBouY8YFGAk/s1600-h/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCdwEnTnKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MBouY8YFGAk/s320/IMG_1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485802787740834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCcGFYpX0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/A1aWWI03xhY/s1600-h/IMG_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCcGFYpX0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/A1aWWI03xhY/s320/IMG_1289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395483981928554306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCcF5Q8TGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/siBr-ygszsE/s1600-h/IMG_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCcF5Q8TGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/siBr-ygszsE/s320/IMG_1286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395483978675014754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCcFqybJlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/h4leysjPvSM/s1600-h/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCcFqybJlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/h4leysjPvSM/s320/IMG_1283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395483974788916818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbHGZhqLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7YtOubR7pvA/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbHGZhqLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7YtOubR7pvA/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395482899868919986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbG_nC8II/AAAAAAAAAbA/BtsQ8trPKCo/s1600-h/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbG_nC8II/AAAAAAAAAbA/BtsQ8trPKCo/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395482898046578818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbGvdxsxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6nNg5xGenkg/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbGvdxsxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6nNg5xGenkg/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395482893712732946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbGaHFQtI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ZNqvkILD8g0/s1600-h/IMG_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbGaHFQtI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ZNqvkILD8g0/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395482887980401362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbFwuflZI/AAAAAAAAAao/x4FZ2-jsCQA/s1600-h/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCbFwuflZI/AAAAAAAAAao/x4FZ2-jsCQA/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395482876871415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZUgdRocI/AAAAAAAAAag/n4Ud4AuveDQ/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZUgdRocI/AAAAAAAAAag/n4Ud4AuveDQ/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480931179012546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZUC7bhQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_0tEZiE9Gos/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZUC7bhQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_0tEZiE9Gos/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480923252425986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZT3o59TI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7qanY6KXpuU/s1600-h/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZT3o59TI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7qanY6KXpuU/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480920221938994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZTuZlwAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xq5Nt0rL7cY/s1600-h/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZTuZlwAI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Xq5Nt0rL7cY/s320/IMG_1023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480917741780994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZTdMu5eI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zomJmaDY7GY/s1600-h/IMG_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCZTdMu5eI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zomJmaDY7GY/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395480913124451810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I wanted you to see these pictures of Cole. The first one is when he was only a few hours old, and the others are of him now. Can you believe how big he is? From 5lbs to 20lbs. Thank you Jesus for my Sweet, Healthy, Smiling Baby Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCWw8JXdWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZRNreyzKaQ8/s1600-h/Photo_022809_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCWw8JXdWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZRNreyzKaQ8/s320/Photo_022809_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395478121113154914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several Hours old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCWwmxcvYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/e_sPZL4y_3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCWwmxcvYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/e_sPZL4y_3Y/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395478115375693186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCWwJL_drI/AAAAAAAAAZo/a1XUc1t2tWM/s1600-h/IMG_1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCWwJL_drI/AAAAAAAAAZo/a1XUc1t2tWM/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395478107433957042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chunkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, of course cannot wait for the upcoming Holiday's, and I'm sure that with as busy as we have been, I won't be able to post again until after they are over. Have a great rest of the year! We love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-4401255934232803038?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/4401255934232803038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=4401255934232803038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4401255934232803038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4401255934232803038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-many-blessings.html' title='So Many Blessings!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SuCg-Xj9kwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tU2HY4Y9u3A/s72-c/IMG_1351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-7292330589925318585</id><published>2009-08-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:03:20.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been away from the Blog World for some time now, and I thought it was about time to get back on and post a few pictures. (since pictures are what everyone wants to see anyways) We have been very busy the last two months. Building a house, working part-time and running around with three kids has been VERY time consuming. The kids are great, work is not so much, and the house is complete! Crazy times.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new niece Kennedi and her huge cousin Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1TiU7-H7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/e9gQxwM76i8/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372041779723771826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1TiU7-H7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/e9gQxwM76i8/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of many pictures of Reece and Cole. She asks me to take a picture of her and Cole at least two times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1Thxm83iI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QVs4mdRizmM/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372041770240368162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1Thxm83iI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QVs4mdRizmM/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole loves the Bumbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1ThhNikMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-TGVCVTGv2A/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372041765838819522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1ThhNikMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-TGVCVTGv2A/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are random pictures, but this is my Master bathroom tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1SvRdMSuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/tqNS2vblv9Y/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372040902616042210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1SvRdMSuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/tqNS2vblv9Y/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1SvMxTT4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/hq5SRcByg8s/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372040901358210946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1SvMxTT4I/AAAAAAAAAYo/hq5SRcByg8s/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1SuuPXMcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1XIRDthR15Y/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372040893162795458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1SuuPXMcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1XIRDthR15Y/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1SuBq5W0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/lVKIi5p_x3k/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372040881198684994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1SuBq5W0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/lVKIi5p_x3k/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1Stjb-wvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XgNpRNoAmmk/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372040873083060978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1Stjb-wvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XgNpRNoAmmk/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /&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;Future Husband and Wife!!! Reece and Walker Neufeld. Just think of what their kids will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1RsYy5OzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nrD8eEMlS7o/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372039753534880562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1RsYy5OzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nrD8eEMlS7o/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few pictures I have of Mason. He does not like to have his picture taken!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1Rr5pcPBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-8RTxsmwDtU/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372039745173732370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1Rr5pcPBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-8RTxsmwDtU/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Reece and Cole picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1RrVYKuLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/y3uqv-m1VeI/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372039735437605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1RrVYKuLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/y3uqv-m1VeI/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1Rq2AmoQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RzOrzlGdqXA/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372039727017271554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1Rq2AmoQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RzOrzlGdqXA/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1RqjG3XEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jdbFybMnv14/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372039721943260226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1RqjG3XEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jdbFybMnv14/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kennedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1QZJ2M82I/AAAAAAAAAXg/QOCqcfJSRHQ/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372038323593081698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1QZJ2M82I/AAAAAAAAAXg/QOCqcfJSRHQ/s320/Imported+Photos+00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how huge Cole looks compared to Kennedi. And to think that Cole weighed a pound less than she did when he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1QY0mxcQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mEzrAYRCsZI/s1600-h/Imported+Photos+00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372038317891219714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1QY0mxcQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mEzrAYRCsZI/s320/Imported+Photos+00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is it for now. We have moved into our new house, and I have a few pictures of the decorated version, so I will post those soon.&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;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&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/5042139637751621438-7292330589925318585?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/7292330589925318585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=7292330589925318585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7292330589925318585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7292330589925318585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-been-away-from-blog-world-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/So1TiU7-H7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/e9gQxwM76i8/s72-c/088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-2362875479089862471</id><published>2009-06-03T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:40:08.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I posted anything, so I decided that I would get on and give you all an update, and a whole bunch of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason and Reece are out of school for the summer, so you can imagine what it has been like around our house. I am only working part-time now, so I can spend much more time with my little "kiddie-catastrophes". Mason, as some of you may know turned four in April, and he now thinks that He rules the Roost. Reece is just as motherly as ever, to both Mason and Cole, and she tends to boss EVERYONE around. I love that little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much. And then of course, there's Cole. He is happy(most of the time) and healthy. He is three months old, and is catching up really fast. He just moved out of newborn clothes and into 0-3 months, so we are really excited about that. I have a feeling that he will be moving up to 3-6 months very soon. My guess is that he weighs close to 12lbs, which is enormous compared to his 5lbs at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't done just a ton of traveling yet. Cole and I went on a shopping trip to Dallas, and Mom and Dad took all of us (6 adults, 6 kids) to San Antonio last month. We went to Sea World, which was awesome, because it was during the whole Swine Flu scare, and there was nobody there. We rode all the rides and didn't even have to get off because there was no one else in line to ride. We stayed at a really cool Hotel/Spa, called the Hyatt Regency Hilltop Resort and Spa, and the kids had a blast. They had amazing pools and a lazy river. As far as for the plans for the rest of the summer, we leave for our yearly lake trip in 2 weeks, and we are going on a family vacation to Florida for a week in September with the Roberson clan. Craig  and I are also going to go on a belated anniversary trip. Due to Cole being born early, we were unable to take a trip. I am hoping for Hawaii, but Craig may have other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is almost finished. We are hoping to move in at the end of this month. Our cabinets will be installed next week, and after that, we just need paint and flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that is all that I can think of for now. I'm sure I have missed something, but oh well, I will post again in a month or two. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) Here are a few pictures of the last few weeks.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVMFZXjYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xLVIdUT-7XY/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343262780249574786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVMFZXjYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xLVIdUT-7XY/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cole and His big eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVL72J6CI/AAAAAAAAAW8/worN-owsWSc/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343262777685960738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVL72J6CI/AAAAAAAAAW8/worN-owsWSc/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig just getting home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVLuLEe3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/xmY8VJZZDa8/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343262774015589234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVLuLEe3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/xmY8VJZZDa8/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Craig picking Cole up, only to find that he had poop running out of his diaper. You can imagine his excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVLSVaMII/AAAAAAAAAWs/qKVDmu-VtNs/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343262766542762114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVLSVaMII/AAAAAAAAAWs/qKVDmu-VtNs/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are after changing the diaper and cleaning his entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSk1LMJqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9Y7wT0bKdJI/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343259906856986274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSk1LMJqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9Y7wT0bKdJI/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason swimming at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lolli&lt;/span&gt; and Pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSklrXQWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/iKpbVrjt4tM/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343259902696964450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSklrXQWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/iKpbVrjt4tM/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cole lounging by the pool, catching a little shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSkY3x9KI/AAAAAAAAAWU/diAIF8qAWf4/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343259899259384994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSkY3x9KI/AAAAAAAAAWU/diAIF8qAWf4/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reece and her sweet goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSkH6oWiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ENWUEaAFvdc/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343259894707935778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSkH6oWiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ENWUEaAFvdc/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason. Check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kampell&lt;/span&gt; and Reece in the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSj_QsCtI/AAAAAAAAAWE/eb4ClFzKRKw/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343259892384533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicSj_QsCtI/AAAAAAAAAWE/eb4ClFzKRKw/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Reecy&lt;/span&gt; in her glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRdb1QrBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/JFNiovsaAxU/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343258680283409426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRdb1QrBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/JFNiovsaAxU/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flowerbeds in the front yard of our new house. We decided that we would go ahead and get the yard done, so that we wouldn't have to move into a house with just dirt for a yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRc9iDUvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/r5L_k4hXmAQ/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343258672149779186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRc9iDUvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/r5L_k4hXmAQ/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This our front porch. There will be cedar post above the stone on the columns, and there will be cedar shutters on either side of the windows as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRchO3hSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/73lQ-5VhG_c/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343258664553121058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRchO3hSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/73lQ-5VhG_c/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRcSr_mlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/R5guRo-2FyA/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343258660648753746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRcSr_mlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/R5guRo-2FyA/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRcKACIHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MqlmOc0SyLY/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343258658316886130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicRcKACIHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/MqlmOc0SyLY/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of the front. It will look so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;much better&lt;/span&gt; with the cedar shutters. There will be shutters on the two gables as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQO-FHKTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BPT-cSIB0gE/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343257332267034930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQO-FHKTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/BPT-cSIB0gE/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQOmwtknI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2DVbQEl4Tmg/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343257326007456370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQOmwtknI/AAAAAAAAAVM/2DVbQEl4Tmg/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The basement stairs. It was too dark in the actual basement to take any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQOcKqgzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qiUTkQDuM9U/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343257323163517746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQOcKqgzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qiUTkQDuM9U/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fireplace. This will be stoned using the same stone as the front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQOCWhghI/AAAAAAAAAU8/GiXrf2IkJGc/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343257316233937426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQOCWhghI/AAAAAAAAAU8/GiXrf2IkJGc/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a view of the bar and kitchen from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQNz1cSXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gKHq50x0dss/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343257312337086834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicQNz1cSXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gKHq50x0dss/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view from the entryway. It has cathedral ceilings all the way through the living room and breakfast nook, into the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are all of the pictures I have for now. Next time I will post pics of the bedroom, basement and office. I will also show you all a picture of my sweet closet. I have an entire shoe closet inside of my closet. So cool!&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;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&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/5042139637751621438-2362875479089862471?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/2362875479089862471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=2362875479089862471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2362875479089862471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2362875479089862471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To.'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SicVMFZXjYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/xLVIdUT-7XY/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-4064729116291991305</id><published>2009-05-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:01:33.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZgnDKRAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/85am1hHGAhk/s1600-h/530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333204800509723650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZgnDKRAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/85am1hHGAhk/s320/530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZgZor8DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j8gz-Q5STzI/s1600-h/415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333204796909023282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZgZor8DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/j8gz-Q5STzI/s320/415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZf6Z4RxI/AAAAAAAAATw/jv_1b1LhSw4/s1600-h/401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333204788525418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZf6Z4RxI/AAAAAAAAATw/jv_1b1LhSw4/s320/401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZfshGb4I/AAAAAAAAATo/Vc9a6vtbWso/s1600-h/393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333204784797609858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZfshGb4I/AAAAAAAAATo/Vc9a6vtbWso/s320/393.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZfBRHGjI/AAAAAAAAATg/FpIKi8w_PZE/s1600-h/388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333204773187820082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZfBRHGjI/AAAAAAAAATg/FpIKi8w_PZE/s320/388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-4064729116291991305?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/4064729116291991305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=4064729116291991305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4064729116291991305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4064729116291991305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pics.html' title='More Pics'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgNZgnDKRAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/85am1hHGAhk/s72-c/530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-7093619818025815751</id><published>2009-05-06T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:59:45.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Few Months in Pictures.</title><content type='html'>These are pictures of Cole while He was in the Hospital right after he was born. It is so sad to me to see the feeding tube in his nose. I'm so glad that he is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1ZVp0IBI/AAAAAAAAATY/sivU1UH8hUE/s1600-h/349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332883618185617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1ZVp0IBI/AAAAAAAAATY/sivU1UH8hUE/s320/349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1ZArQd1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/EOhchXLtl8w/s1600-h/345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332883612554524498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1ZArQd1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/EOhchXLtl8w/s320/345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1ZJqAMNI/AAAAAAAAATI/zm-Xynq80BU/s1600-h/335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332883614965182674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1ZJqAMNI/AAAAAAAAATI/zm-Xynq80BU/s320/335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1Y6aO_0I/AAAAAAAAATA/YVaKWuhE3lo/s1600-h/322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332883610872512322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1Y6aO_0I/AAAAAAAAATA/YVaKWuhE3lo/s320/322.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1YhLO-7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vRmVBOL7ax0/s1600-h/312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332883604098710450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1YhLO-7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vRmVBOL7ax0/s320/312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-7093619818025815751?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/7093619818025815751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=7093619818025815751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7093619818025815751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7093619818025815751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-few-months-in-pictures.html' title='The Past Few Months in Pictures.'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SgI1ZVp0IBI/AAAAAAAAATY/sivU1UH8hUE/s72-c/349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-8998450500226224938</id><published>2009-03-16T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:09:54.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a rough couple of days for our family. Cole had been home for 11 days, and started getting a cold, which in turn caused him to have severe apnea. His alarm started going off a lot on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, and progressively worsened early Sunday morning. It was all that I could do to stimulate him to take a breath. Craig and I took him to the Childrens Emergency room, and He was admitted to the Pediatric ICU. He had a really hard day on Sunday, and was almost intubated. That means that they would have had to put a tube into his lungs to breath for him. He is on multiple medications, to help stimulate him to take a breath, but is doing much better today. Please pray that the Lord continues to heal his tiny body, so that he can come home and play with his brother ans sister. I will keep you all updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-8998450500226224938?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/8998450500226224938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=8998450500226224938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8998450500226224938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8998450500226224938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-rough-couple-of-days-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-7606809578690178522</id><published>2009-03-08T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:31:58.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Home!</title><content type='html'>Cole is Home! I have A TON of pictures that I need to post, and I will do it as soon as I have a little time. Thank you all for your prayers. He is healthy and doing great.  The other two however, are both running fever and coughing. They have to go see the Doctor tommorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-7606809578690178522?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/7606809578690178522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=7606809578690178522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7606809578690178522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7606809578690178522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-home.html' title='He&apos;s Home!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-249648327818306792</id><published>2009-03-02T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:54:41.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>Cole is still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;, but eating much better. He can actually finish a bottle without having to be tube fed. His Doctor is going to send him home on an apnea monitor, not because he is having a lot of apnea, but more for my piece of mind. She also said that as long as he continues to eat like he has been, he will go home sometime this week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you all so much for your prayers. They are all so needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-249648327818306792?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/249648327818306792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=249648327818306792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/249648327818306792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/249648327818306792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-5513811929220763129</id><published>2009-02-28T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:03:21.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael "Cole" Roberson&lt;/div&gt;Birthdate: February 23, 2009&lt;br /&gt;@ 7:54pm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 5lbs 10.4oz&lt;br /&gt;Length: 20.5 in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Samxd8iVrSI/AAAAAAAAASo/YQaA74ih92c/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307968763857317154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Samxd8iVrSI/AAAAAAAAASo/YQaA74ih92c/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cole is still in NICU, but doing great. He has passed all the tests that he needs to pass before we can come home, except for the fact that he hasn't figured out how to eat. He eats small amounts from the bottle, and has to be tube fed the rest. Hopefully he will pick up on it pretty quickly, being that that is all that he has to do before we can come home. He lost some weight right after birth, as all babies do, but is now back up to 5lbs 6oz. He is so sweet, and he looks exactly like Mason. Please continue to pray that he picks up on the feeding thing pretty quickly, so that he can come home. Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post more pictures soon, but I have to be back at the hospital at 5 for his next feeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Happy Birthday to my sweet nephew Luke, who turned 2 today. So sorry that we can't be there to celebrate with you. We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-5513811929220763129?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/5513811929220763129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=5513811929220763129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/5513811929220763129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/5513811929220763129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/02/introducing.html' title='Introducing!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Samxd8iVrSI/AAAAAAAAASo/YQaA74ih92c/s72-c/IMG_0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-5243617274807537394</id><published>2009-02-22T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:55:52.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOON!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures of me in all my pregnant glory. HaHa! I have never let anyone take pictures of me while I have been pregnant, but since this is the last time I will ever be pregnant, I figured I would let it happen. Theses pictures were taken today at my Mom and Dad's house and hopefully in a week or two from this very day, I will be holding our third child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SaHhGSn7hSI/AAAAAAAAASY/VFTUa2k8s6E/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305769334213936418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SaHhGSn7hSI/AAAAAAAAASY/VFTUa2k8s6E/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my sister Aaron's daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kellyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SaHgwKfHNrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/pR_NFjzfgF4/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305768954072348338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SaHgwKfHNrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/pR_NFjzfgF4/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my sister Sarah's daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kambell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SaHf9BUIInI/AAAAAAAAASI/LCrYnfO_Lvs/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305768075437023858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SaHf9BUIInI/AAAAAAAAASI/LCrYnfO_Lvs/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is me and our third child. Maybe I am having a basketball! Only one more week to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have had a few pregnancy wows the last few weeks. It all started around 30 weeks, when I started having premature contractions. When I went to the Doctor, we found that I was dilated to a 2, so he sent me to a specialist. While there, we learned that I was having contractions every 5-7 minutes. I was placed in the hospital for a while in order to get the contractions under control, and then sent home on multiple medications. I have to see the specialist every week, and my OB every other week, which is tiring, but worth it if it means having a healthy baby Boy/Girl. I see the specialist again in the morning, and there we will do another ultrasound and non-stress test to see how the baby is reacting to the contractions, which by the way I am having more often. So, after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, he will schedule an amniocentesis, and if the baby's lungs arm mature, he is going to take me off the medications and just let the baby come, which means probably around my birthday, March 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot wait to find out what we are having, and to meet my sweet baby! &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/5042139637751621438-5243617274807537394?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/5243617274807537394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=5243617274807537394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/5243617274807537394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/5243617274807537394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/02/soon.html' title='SOON!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SaHhGSn7hSI/AAAAAAAAASY/VFTUa2k8s6E/s72-c/IMG_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-8331057717027641177</id><published>2009-02-05T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:21:43.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Names!</title><content type='html'>Several of you have asked what names we have picked out for our new Boy/Girl.  Because we have gone with Family names for both of our kids, we are going to once again use a family name for this baby. Cole is Craig's Mom's maiden name, so if it is a boy, his name will be Ethan Cole, but he will go by Cole. And if it is a girl, her name will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blakely&lt;/span&gt; Cole, but we will call her Blake. I have a thing with boy names for girls. However, I really think this is a boy, so more than likely the name is Ethan Cole.  I guess we will see soon enough. If I don't stop having all of these contractions, we may see sooner than later. I am however trying my hardest to stay off my feet like the Doctor instructed me to do, but it's tough when you have two kids. I'll keep you all updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-8331057717027641177?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/8331057717027641177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=8331057717027641177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8331057717027641177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8331057717027641177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-names.html' title='Baby Names!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-7697730503824320714</id><published>2009-01-30T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:14:15.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay For My Mom's Computer!</title><content type='html'>Well I was finally able to upload a few pictures of our house and our kids, thanks to my Mom's computer. They are in no particuler order, because I really have no idea how to change the order that I upload them in. Hope you all enjoy, and I am sorry that there are so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO_WSCHYqI/AAAAAAAAASA/F7Z14P4jFMM/s1600-h/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297287976236573346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO_WSCHYqI/AAAAAAAAASA/F7Z14P4jFMM/s320/189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of how my kids look on a daily basis. People always comment on how Reece and Mason are always so put together, with there clothes ironed and their hair fixed. This is a true representation of what goes on behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO_WKT-HSI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BMXsUm8YtNA/s1600-h/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297287974163979554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO_WKT-HSI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BMXsUm8YtNA/s320/181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love you Eric! We have worn out our #12 jerseys this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO_WCrSMnI/AAAAAAAAARw/iG603Mwip_s/s1600-h/272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297287972114281074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO_WCrSMnI/AAAAAAAAARw/iG603Mwip_s/s320/272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO465EqqwI/AAAAAAAAARo/9Dt65M9Mb4o/s1600-h/292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297280908610153218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO465EqqwI/AAAAAAAAARo/9Dt65M9Mb4o/s320/292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture should really be at the end, because it is a picture of the forms that were set for the slab that will be poured next week after the plumbing is done. This is our house without walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO46qdCpQI/AAAAAAAAARg/9qpn1_bDP3c/s1600-h/261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297280904685856002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO46qdCpQI/AAAAAAAAARg/9qpn1_bDP3c/s320/261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we broke ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO46Upm-OI/AAAAAAAAARY/hMMkyk3_tYk/s1600-h/260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297280898832988386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO46Upm-OI/AAAAAAAAARY/hMMkyk3_tYk/s320/260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO46I_L0cI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_5mtChVrtdE/s1600-h/284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297280895702258114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO46I_L0cI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_5mtChVrtdE/s320/284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of our house from the street in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO20G7ADyI/AAAAAAAAARI/u7TgjIj52mA/s1600-h/287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297278593045368610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO20G7ADyI/AAAAAAAAARI/u7TgjIj52mA/s320/287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO2z2qEQtI/AAAAAAAAARA/zfv_UB9kxZo/s1600-h/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297278588679373522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO2z2qEQtI/AAAAAAAAARA/zfv_UB9kxZo/s320/274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO2zm-6NKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/op6R6J9C1VU/s1600-h/280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297278584471827618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO2zm-6NKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/op6R6J9C1VU/s320/280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Craig and the kids in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO2zbCpWLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/__43GiVFsJk/s1600-h/286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297278581266274482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO2zbCpWLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/__43GiVFsJk/s320/286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig's Business signs! I am so proud of my Husband. (MCR= Michael Craig Roberson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO2zKZ5KcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k9FoliGOfVA/s1600-h/289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297278576800377282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO2zKZ5KcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k9FoliGOfVA/s320/289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Craig pretending to wash dishes in what will be our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more pictures in the next couple of weeks. Love you all!&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/5042139637751621438-7697730503824320714?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/7697730503824320714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=7697730503824320714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7697730503824320714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7697730503824320714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-for-my-moms-computer.html' title='Yay For My Mom&apos;s Computer!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SYO_WSCHYqI/AAAAAAAAASA/F7Z14P4jFMM/s72-c/189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-1917086329234014056</id><published>2009-01-22T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:21:58.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Had a Computer!</title><content type='html'>It has been many months since we took our computer to the Doctor, and still, I have no computer in my house. It's been rough. I have so many pictures that I need to post and no way to post them. I guess I could go up to Craig's office and use his brand new Mac, but I have no idea how to use the thing. So, sorry that I have no pictures to show, but here is an update on what has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the pregnancy goes, everything, well almost everything, is okay. I have been having contractions for the last few weeks, so on Monday, the Dr checked me and I was dilated to a 2! Since I am only 31 weeks, we really need to try and keep this baby from coming out for at least 5-6 more weeks. I am now on light duty at work, and will be going part-time in 3 weeks. I am also taking this medication called Terbutaline to help slow them down. So far the medication has helped, however, it hasn't completely stopped them. The medication is awful! It makes me  shaky and it causes my heart to beat really fast. The baby however is doing great. The ultrasound showed the baby to weigh about 3 1/2 pounds, which is pretty big for 30 weeks, (that's what I was when I had it done). That would be my husbands fault. He tends to make Big Babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is finally coming along! We have a basement, and this morning they will start framing it out. The concrete guys are also starting today on the slab, which means that plumbing and the rest of the frame work will begin at the first of next week. It has been a long time coming, so it is so nice to have finally gotten it started. The estimated move-in month is June, but good weather could mean a May move-in date. The baby will already be here of course, so the sooner the house is ready, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig is unbelievably busy at work, so I don't get to see him as much as I would like to, but being busy is good when you own your business, so I won't complain. Mason and Reece are both getting over ear infections and sinus infections, which was a load of fun for everyone involved. Other than that, they have been great. The weather has been so nice the last few days, which has meant lots of  jumping on the trampoline and bike riding, and I have been slowly going through the kids closets, and taking things to Goodwill. It feels so good to be clutter free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is about it for now. I will try and post pictures of the kids and the house as soon as I either get a computer or I can talk Craig into downloading them for me on his computer. My guess is that it will have to wait until I get a new computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-1917086329234014056?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/1917086329234014056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=1917086329234014056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/1917086329234014056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/1917086329234014056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-i-had-computer.html' title='I Wish I Had a Computer!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-5918927606181970739</id><published>2009-01-01T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:31:13.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Here's my first post of 2009! Hope everyone has a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-5918927606181970739?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/5918927606181970739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=5918927606181970739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/5918927606181970739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/5918927606181970739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-6195251848202735734</id><published>2008-12-12T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:40:17.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Stretch!</title><content type='html'>I'm am officially in my third trimester. Yeah!!!!! I would post a picture of myself, but I am not really fond of the way that I look  when I'm pregnant, so no pictures have been taken. Anyways, I don't have much to post, so bye bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We should be breaking ground on our new house in the next 2 weeks, so stay tuned for pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-6195251848202735734?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/6195251848202735734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=6195251848202735734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6195251848202735734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6195251848202735734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-stretch.html' title='Home Stretch!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-2614707304576857432</id><published>2008-12-02T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:50:12.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is Two!!!</title><content type='html'>It is so hard to believe that Reece turned two on the friday after Thanksgiving. We are having her birthday party on the 6th at her Sassy and Pa's house. She just keeps singing Happy Birthday to herself over and over. It is the sweetest thing!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how much she means to her Dad and I, as well as her extended family. She is so happy and fun to be around. She is always laughing! I couldn't ask for a better daughter. She is truly a blessing to our family.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I love about her, but a few of my favorites are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the way that she pats my back when she hugs me&lt;br /&gt;2. I love her HUGE brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. I love how she calls her brother "Mase" instead of Mason&lt;br /&gt;4. I love the way she sings herself to sleep, with songs that she has made-up herself.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love her passion for shoes! (a girl after my own heart)&lt;br /&gt;6. I love that she loves her Daddy more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love that she thinks her brother hung the moon.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love that she kisses my stomach and says "hi sister"&lt;br /&gt;9. I love that she is so independent!&lt;br /&gt;10. I LOVE THAT THE LORD CHOSE TO BLESS ME WITH SUCH A PRESCIOUS GIFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweet girl, and I hope that these last two years has been just as great for you as they have been for your Daddy and I. Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-2614707304576857432?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/2614707304576857432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=2614707304576857432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2614707304576857432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2614707304576857432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-baby-is-two.html' title='My Baby is Two!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-8754775720635482059</id><published>2008-11-20T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:55:33.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has To Be a Boy!</title><content type='html'>So we had a sonogram this morning, and everything was great. Nothing was out of the ordinary! His/Her heart looked good, brain looked good, he/she had 2 kidneys, a bladder, a HEART!  The baby measured a week ahead of our due date, amniotic fluid levels were normal, and so on. So, what I am trying to say is the baby is very healthy, and the baby looks exactly like Mason! They did a 4-D ultrasound of the face, and I almost fell off the table. This child looks so much like Mason did when he was born. I looked back at our 3-D sonogram pictures of Mason, and they look just alike. &lt;br /&gt;   It's a little weird to think about what your kids will look like. Will it look like the other two? Will it look completely different? And I have to admit, although I thought at the time that he was the cutest thing ever,  Mason was not the best looking kid when he was born. He quickly changed from that scrawny, frail looking newborn into a chubby, healthy looking baby, but those first few days were iffy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;   Even though we didn't find out the sex of our baby, everything about it, the movements, the face, everything, made me think BOY! I am telling you all, that this baby has to be boy. I guess there is a 50/50 chance, so we will see in about 15 weeks! Sorry that I couldn't post ultrasound pictures, but the disk drive is malfunctioning on the laptop. (I'm praying for a new Apple computer for Christmas!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-8754775720635482059?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/8754775720635482059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=8754775720635482059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8754775720635482059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8754775720635482059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-to-be-boy.html' title='It Has To Be a Boy!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-478579832612158730</id><published>2008-10-22T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:30:40.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Tres</title><content type='html'>Well, I am now two weeks away from being half way through my pregnancy. I am 18 weeks tomorrow, which for me, could mean that I am already half way there. Mason busted out at 37 weeks, and Reece, just short of 36 weeks. So in reality, I could be at the half way point as we speak. He/She moves non stop, which is great, because if it weren't for the moving, I would forget that I was even pregnant. It's sad, but I am so busy with the other two that I don't have time to think about anything else. Oh, just kidding, I do think about the fact that I am extremely tired, all the time!&lt;br /&gt;It has been very busy at my house with Mason in school every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, and Miss Reece running around all over the place. Her favorite past time is singing to her babies. Sometimes the songs are made-up and sometimes they are real songs. My favorites are those that come from her heart. She talks so clearly. Sometimes I feel like I am talking to a little women. She is learning her colors, and can get through most of the alphabet without a problem. Sometimes at night when she is going to bed, I can hear her singing them over the monitor. And her greatest accomplishment as of lately, is the fact that she has potty trained herself. She still has the occasional accident, but hey, she's not even 2 yet. She loves her Daddy with everything that she has, and the same can be said for Him. She is a sweet little girl, with a big attitude, and I couldn't ask for a better daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Mason has become a little man. He can recognize almost every letter in the alphabet, which is fun, because we can be driving, and if he sees a stop sign, he yells, "Mom, that's an "S"a"T" and a "P" He can spell his name, recognize it, and lately has been trying to write it. He loves sports, and if you meet him, he will be sure to let you know that he is going to play football when he grows-up. He looks forward to being "as big as Daddy", and he can't wait to be 4 like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;.(His Best Buddie/Cousin) He is in awe of the fact that Jesus lives in our hearts, and he asks me frequently why he can't see Him. The other day I heard him tell his sister not to hit him because "Jesus can see you, and it isn't nice to hit". He talks often of how Jesus died on the cross for us, and how "nice" it was for Him to do that for us. He has such a sweet spirit, and it weren't for the fact that he has a bit of OCD, he throws fits every once in a while, and he's human, he would be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u6DmL2HI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-wMrGYF9fRM/s1600-h/MASONANDREECE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260185570957318258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u6DmL2HI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-wMrGYF9fRM/s320/MASONANDREECE2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u5-XCJ6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-pgaAjVcNFs/s1600-h/MASON+AND+REECE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260185569551591330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u5-XCJ6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/-pgaAjVcNFs/s320/MASON+AND+REECE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u5njSS2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/1acqUJFXjVg/s1600-h/mASON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260185563428965218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u5njSS2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/1acqUJFXjVg/s320/mASON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u5ZQ_3OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gYkzZZBuykI/s1600-h/REECE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260185559594163426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u5ZQ_3OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gYkzZZBuykI/s320/REECE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We have purchased all of the lumbar for our house, and once our plans are approved through the City, we will sign for our loan. Yeah! There is no turning back now! I will keep you all posted on the progress. Pics to follow soon.&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_uYXuKLMI/AAAAAAAAANY/Xv--wCmlcsw/s1600-h/MASONANDREECE2.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;div&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;div&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/5042139637751621438-478579832612158730?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/478579832612158730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=478579832612158730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/478579832612158730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/478579832612158730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/10/numero-tres.html' title='Numero Tres'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SP_u6DmL2HI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-wMrGYF9fRM/s72-c/MASONANDREECE2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-2442140275724615755</id><published>2008-10-08T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:06:27.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband's Favorite Things.....</title><content type='html'>Thanks alot for the Tag Hollie! I just love these things. HaHa! I'm at work, so I don't have any cool pictures that I can post. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mason, Reece, and Numero Tres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ESPN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. His new truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tailgating at Tech games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Building Houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. New York and their Pizza's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Major League Baseball Games (which he gets to watch several of every year, in every possible city in the U.S., without his wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. His Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Roast and Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. That 70's Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. His entire Family (Muffy not included) Sorry Loy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tag my lovely sister in law Magen! She'll have a good, long list. Love you Keith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-2442140275724615755?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/2442140275724615755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=2442140275724615755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2442140275724615755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2442140275724615755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-husbands-favorite-things.html' title='My Husband&apos;s Favorite Things.....'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-2052655262779640331</id><published>2008-10-03T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:28:14.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>We had our family pictures taken on wednesday, so if you would like to get a sneak peak, go to &lt;a href="http://denaehutsonphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://denaehutsonphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, and check it out. Just a little warning, I look horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-2052655262779640331?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/2052655262779640331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=2052655262779640331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2052655262779640331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2052655262779640331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-1111495955651061</id><published>2008-09-11T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:38:55.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Flying By!</title><content type='html'>Well, as of today, I am officially into my second trimester. It has flown by! When you are busy with two other kiddos, you often forget that you are even pregnant, or at least that's how it's been with me. That fact makes me really sad, being that this is the last time I will be pregnant. (unless the Lord has other plans, and tying my tubes doesn't work) I want so badly to enjoy this time, but it is hard when I am so busy with being a Wife/Mom, and working a full time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of my sob story. My life is great, and I can't wait to meet my Son or Daughter (my guess is daughter, but we won't know that until He/She is born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My sweet baby girl isn't a baby anymore! In two short months, she will be 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-1111495955651061?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/1111495955651061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=1111495955651061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/1111495955651061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/1111495955651061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-flying-by.html' title='It&apos;s Flying By!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-2142109709638474199</id><published>2008-08-28T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:37:33.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going Crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZG8N1LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H1vTpFe6dcE/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;Well, its been a crazy two weeks. It all started on the 15th, when we took a trip to San Antonio with our friends Billy and Courtney. We had a blast, however, I didn't get a single picture. We floated the Guatalupe, did a ton of shopping for our kids, and ate at our favorite restaurant, The Melting Pot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZG8N1LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H1vTpFe6dcE/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt; We were  home with our kids for one day, only to leave again for Las Vegas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vegas was my gift to Craig for his thirtieth birthday. My sister Sarah and her husband Aaron went along as well. We had alot of fun, however, the heat was unbelievable. While we were laying out by the pool, we got to see Deion Sanders, who used to play for the Dallas cowboys, so you can only imagine how excited the boys where. We stayed at the The Hotel at Mandalay Bay, in an amazing suit. We where only able to do that because we shared a room with my sister and brother in law. Other wise, it would have been way out of our price range.  So thanks Sarah and Aaron, for putting up with Craig and I for 4 days.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZG8N1LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H1vTpFe6dcE/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt; We got back last Sunday, only for Mason to start preschool the next day. I cannot believe how big he is. He only goes to school two days a week and then he and Reece go to PDO on the days that I work. I can't wait for the new baby, because I get to go part time, and the kids can stay home with me. Part time for me will be just 2 days a week, which means I can still do what the Lord has called me to do , as well as what I love to do more than anything else, be with my family.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of the last 2 weeks&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZG8N1LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H1vTpFe6dcE/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZG8N1LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H1vTpFe6dcE/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZG8N1LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H1vTpFe6dcE/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239739586200851634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mason and Reece trying on a few of the new clothes we bought them in San Antonio. Can you believe how big Mason looks.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZG8N1LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H1vTpFe6dcE/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZtrAUoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P4wL5Ef55d8/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZtrAUoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P4wL5Ef55d8/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239739596597645954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLaHNfYAI/AAAAAAAAANE/1XSr_UjuAkQ/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLaHNfYAI/AAAAAAAAANE/1XSr_UjuAkQ/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239739603453173762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea what I was doing with my face, but obviously I wasn't smiling. My stomach wasn't reacting well to all the food we had just eaten, or maybe it's the pregnancy, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdKScMmjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-hofoxBn_Cg/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdKScMmjLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-hofoxBn_Cg/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239738372136012978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Craig and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdKShmYvUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/atfiLSiybOE/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdKShmYvUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/atfiLSiybOE/s320/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239738373586337090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Craig and I laying out by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdKTL5C9HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/frNAcOGKxh8/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdKTL5C9HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/frNAcOGKxh8/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239738384938890354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdKTsNE90I/AAAAAAAAAMs/pj9RoIOamqQ/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdKTsNE90I/AAAAAAAAAMs/pj9RoIOamqQ/s320/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239738393612842818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron, Sarah, and Craig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention, we also got a puppy for Mason this week. Her name is Blue and she is a Chocolate Lab. Not sure why Mason chose Blue for a brown dog who is also a girl, but that's what he wanted, so that's her name. We have been waiting for her for a long time, so we are glad to finally have her. I think!&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLds9sA3ucI/AAAAAAAAANM/r3WD0dh0FCA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLds9sA3ucI/AAAAAAAAANM/r3WD0dh0FCA/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239776498511493570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-2142109709638474199?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/2142109709638474199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=2142109709638474199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2142109709638474199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2142109709638474199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m Going Crazy!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SLdLZG8N1LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H1vTpFe6dcE/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-8590401688233035544</id><published>2008-08-09T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:48:34.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craig's Surprise B-Day Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45GkqbnYI/AAAAAAAAALs/QyVqrhiWU1s/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45GkqbnYI/AAAAAAAAALs/QyVqrhiWU1s/s320/147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232682602134740354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   The Nieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45Gw4FFfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7vYFoDGbMwA/s1600-h/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45Gw4FFfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7vYFoDGbMwA/s320/181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232682605413209586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Loy and Debbie (Craig's Mom and Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45HWp5LjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NtVuYxy8bbU/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45HWp5LjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NtVuYxy8bbU/s320/195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232682615554256434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            Moose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45HyYLG2I/AAAAAAAAAME/5NwgN3AKXm8/s1600-h/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45HyYLG2I/AAAAAAAAAME/5NwgN3AKXm8/s320/205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232682622996126562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Dad and Loy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45IMSQgfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LPtTU_LymQw/s1600-h/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45IMSQgfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LPtTU_LymQw/s320/211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232682629950636530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             The Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ43DFq1qzI/AAAAAAAAALc/3ZG42uEfJEU/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ43DFq1qzI/AAAAAAAAALc/3ZG42uEfJEU/s320/160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232680343252085554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ43DZF8nnI/AAAAAAAAALk/GOfkLudBJaY/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ43DZF8nnI/AAAAAAAAALk/GOfkLudBJaY/s320/161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232680348466060914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42MwDqb8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/PGZrXZSRMpY/s1600-h/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42MwDqb8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/PGZrXZSRMpY/s320/221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232679409737691074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42NSsUZhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c_1GIFfpV50/s1600-h/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42NSsUZhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c_1GIFfpV50/s320/170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232679419035018770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42N6BZVeI/AAAAAAAAALE/cSmolhizJVI/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42N6BZVeI/AAAAAAAAALE/cSmolhizJVI/s320/166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232679429592405474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42OP11GdI/AAAAAAAAALM/d_ObiTr_wlo/s1600-h/207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42OP11GdI/AAAAAAAAALM/d_ObiTr_wlo/s320/207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232679435449473490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42OnTHtSI/AAAAAAAAALU/5kvQ5psSWYk/s1600-h/179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ42OnTHtSI/AAAAAAAAALU/5kvQ5psSWYk/s320/179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232679441746343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Sister Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x36DrBMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uTrjSbhfsMs/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x36DrBMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uTrjSbhfsMs/s320/155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232674653598319810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Craig's reaction when everyone walked through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x4dp3rWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fiX5GnAzV-U/s1600-h/214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x4dp3rWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fiX5GnAzV-U/s320/214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232674663153773922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              The Original Roberson's minus Keith, plus Reece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x5FbZHQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RsLON-4NcXI/s1600-h/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x5FbZHQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RsLON-4NcXI/s320/213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232674673830468866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Big Dan and Craig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x5hJpBeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5z7YrHOtj0U/s1600-h/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x5hJpBeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5z7YrHOtj0U/s320/219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232674681272206818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x6ID_0iI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4BBZhEpT0M4/s1600-h/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ4x6ID_0iI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4BBZhEpT0M4/s320/220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232674691717517858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so surprised. I am so glad I pulled it off. I was sure that he would find out somehow. Yeah for Craig turning 30!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-8590401688233035544?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/8590401688233035544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=8590401688233035544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8590401688233035544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8590401688233035544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/08/craigs-surprise-b-day-party.html' title='Craig&apos;s Surprise B-Day Party'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SJ45GkqbnYI/AAAAAAAAALs/QyVqrhiWU1s/s72-c/147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-3267360773690075856</id><published>2008-08-08T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:36:41.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to tell!</title><content type='html'>Well, It's time to tell!  Those of you that read my last post, probably have some idea about what I am about to reveal. There were even a few of you that commented on the particular statement that I made in that post. Well, sorry that I lied to a few of you about it, (Kristin, Denae, Hollie) but I wanted to wait until just the right time, and I couldn't  tell my friends before our families were told. We had a surprise birthday party for Craig on Friday night, and at that time, we were able to tell all of our family and close friends. Not that those  of you that were not at the party aren't close friends, but we felt like it was the right time to tell. We had originally wanted to wait a few more weeks, but when Craig was surrounded by all of his family, and friends that mean so much to him, he just couldn't keep it in any longer. So here it is. We are pregnant with our THIRD child! Crazy! I am seven weeks, so we have only really known for 3 weeks. I originally wanted to wait until I was farther along, maybe 12 or 13 weeks, but I have found that after having two children already, my wonderful abs (haha) aren't what they used to be, and I am unfortunately ALREADY getting a small belly. Or maybe I'm just fat, either way, I wasn't going to be able to wait 5 to 6 more weeks to spill the beans. So there it is.! That is my secret, and again, I am so sorry to those of you that I lied to about it. I wanted to tell you all, I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will post pictures of the party soon. We had such a good time, and Craig was so surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-3267360773690075856?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/3267360773690075856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=3267360773690075856' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/3267360773690075856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/3267360773690075856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-time-to-tell.html' title='It&apos;s time to tell!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-4643971790593721060</id><published>2008-07-28T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:13:37.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Now...More Later!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted anything new in a while. We have had a crazy summer and it looks like it is only going to get crazier. Craig is in New York as I write, and has been there since Friday. He is with a bunch of friends watching way too many major league baseball games, and just hanging out doing whatever it is guys do. So, here I am in Lubbock, at work to be exact, dreaming of my next vacation, which looks like it will be in  about a week and a half. We are going to San Antonio with friends to hang out for 4 days, then we will come back to Lubbock, only to leave again 1 day later for a b-day trip for Craig's 30th birthday, compliments of his wife. It was going to be a surprise, but I accidentally let the cat out of the bag.  OOPS!  We will also be heading to Abilene after all of this crazieness to meet my new niece Anna Grace, who will be here soon (hopefully August 20th, on Craig's birthday). YEAH! Anyways, as soon as I get back from my traveling, I will post pictures and I'm sure, more great stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Craig is also going to start building our house in the next few months (he says in 2 months, but we will see), so I will post pictures of the progress. We soooooo need a bigger house, especially now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-4643971790593721060?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/4643971790593721060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=4643971790593721060' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4643971790593721060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4643971790593721060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-nowmore-later.html' title='A Little Now...More Later!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-838783394479662716</id><published>2008-07-09T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:26:52.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun on the 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWOfyU8YWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/A9fT3m0G8vE/s1600-h/n16707392_37701248_6467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWOfyU8YWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/A9fT3m0G8vE/s320/n16707392_37701248_6467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221236019742663010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWOZ0KqQiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9870SZgUJaA/s1600-h/n16707392_37701069_4550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWOZ0KqQiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9870SZgUJaA/s320/n16707392_37701069_4550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221235917157188130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWOCWgiFzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yUJEY6TFe_4/s1600-h/n16707392_37701245_5429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWOCWgiFzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yUJEY6TFe_4/s320/n16707392_37701245_5429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221235514058872626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWN8FaZe6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/NO3Iq3OS8Uw/s1600-h/n16707392_37701066_3562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWN8FaZe6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/NO3Iq3OS8Uw/s320/n16707392_37701066_3562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221235406390524834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWN1NKTyYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/13aJa5lbzsg/s1600-h/n16707392_37700922_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWN1NKTyYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/13aJa5lbzsg/s320/n16707392_37700922_1356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221235288211442050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWNs77TPhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6NuBxFvI6to/s1600-h/n16707392_37700917_9743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWNs77TPhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6NuBxFvI6to/s320/n16707392_37700917_9743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221235146146135570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-838783394479662716?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/838783394479662716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=838783394479662716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/838783394479662716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/838783394479662716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-fun-on-4th.html' title='More Fun on the 4th!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHWOfyU8YWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/A9fT3m0G8vE/s72-c/n16707392_37701248_6467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-2286424193228368467</id><published>2008-07-08T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T02:40:09.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>Reece is always stripping down to just her diaper. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMyyCG_kuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yh8nCqtWTBQ/s1600-h/e85c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220572228193587938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMyyCG_kuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yh8nCqtWTBQ/s320/e85c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I wish this picture was bigger, but I am no computer genius, so I have no idea how to fix it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMyky5bvYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XIYolyAE-0g/s1600-h/a287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220572000771882370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMyky5bvYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XIYolyAE-0g/s320/a287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason and his cousin Kaden. They are "best buddies" as Mason would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just recently got back from our yearly family reunion at Lake Whitney. We have a blast every year, and this year was no exception. There were thirty something of us there this year, and even though we were missing a few, we still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMyb5i-vLI/AAAAAAAAAII/_5GZo9eXl_k/s1600-h/5376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220571847937932466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMyb5i-vLI/AAAAAAAAAII/_5GZo9eXl_k/s400/5376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig and Sister&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220571253245650210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMx5SJSpSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B3IkTRR9O7E/s320/5a0b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nana and Reece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMxzqZDhZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aru2q1XPYmw/s1600-h/1eed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220571156675003794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMxzqZDhZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aru2q1XPYmw/s320/1eed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and sister&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-2286424193228368467?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/2286424193228368467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=2286424193228368467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2286424193228368467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2286424193228368467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMyyCG_kuI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Yh8nCqtWTBQ/s72-c/e85c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-1310824642986992104</id><published>2008-07-07T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:41:04.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMKHfeS06I/AAAAAAAAAGI/cP4fEBtwC8Y/s1600-h/100_9246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220527516876460962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMKHfeS06I/AAAAAAAAAGI/cP4fEBtwC8Y/s320/100_9246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun during our trip to Abilene on the 4th. The kids loved getting to see their cousin Luke and spending time with Craig's grandparents (Babe and Papa).  I have more pictures of our trip to post later, these are just a few that I had available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMJ8_w0YBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GmzaZ3Yozy8/s1600-h/100_9192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220527336565530642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMJ8_w0YBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GmzaZ3Yozy8/s320/100_9192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMJ2NIQdTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nWPGQ5hcMLY/s1600-h/100_9194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220527219894416690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMJ2NIQdTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nWPGQ5hcMLY/s320/100_9194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reece and Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMHYXNSbWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ua1SEHgK6wo/s1600-h/100_9250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220524508180540770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMHYXNSbWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ua1SEHgK6wo/s320/100_9250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                           Craig, Me, Samantha, Magen, and Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5042139637751621438-1310824642986992104?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/1310824642986992104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=1310824642986992104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/1310824642986992104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/1310824642986992104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/SHMKHfeS06I/AAAAAAAAAGI/cP4fEBtwC8Y/s72-c/100_9246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-1146060533481671636</id><published>2008-05-31T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:10:29.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While!</title><content type='html'>So I guess it's been too busy around my house to blog, yet I can't really recall what has made me so busy. I mean, we have been out of town every weekend for the last month and a half for graduations, vacations, and to see family. We where in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kerrville&lt;/span&gt; all of last week, and all the while I have been working. Only three nights a week each week, so I just can't imagine why in the world I haven't had time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;   Everyone is doing great! Craig has been so busy at work. He now has 3 full-time employees and is now looking for a full-time secretary. It is crazy to think that just last year it was only Craig and one other guy. The Lord continues to amaze me everyday! I on the other hand am still doing the Nursing thing. I still work with pediatrics, and I still love it. Mason is growing-up faster than ever. He is completely potty trained, he can dress himself, and just the other day, Craig found him in the bathtub bathing himself. He undressed himself, turned the water on, and got right on in. To top it all off, he starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school next year. Reece is 18 months old and is in the process of being potty trained. She talks in full sentences, although sometimes you can't understand a word of what she is saying, and she is turning out to be quite tall for her age. 95&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile to be exact. I have a feeling that both of my children will be taller than I ever thought about being. We can't wait for vacation, or should I say vacations, and we look forward to many days of swimming in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lolli&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pop's&lt;/span&gt; pool. (that would be my parents) We have several trips planned for the summer, so my hope is that I can blog about each excursion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-1146060533481671636?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/1146060533481671636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=1146060533481671636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/1146060533481671636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/1146060533481671636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-8646955908968750036</id><published>2008-04-25T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T02:50:41.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 YEARS!</title><content type='html'>Three years ago, God gave us an amazing gift. A gift that I never could have imagined would be so great. That gift was Mason Lane Roberson. He will be three on the 26t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;, and I have to say that my life has been so much fuller because of him. He is loving and kind and has such a sweet, sweet heart.  He loves his sister (most of the time), and is always giving her hugs and saying sweet things to her. I love it the most when he puts his hands on my face and says, "Mommy, your my girl!" (He got that from his Dad) He is passionate and strong willed like his Mom, yet he is quiet, and tender hearted like his Dad. He loves Jesus, and reminds us daily that "God made the moon". He loves to sing, especially if it's Shane and Shane or George Strait (AKA "Cowboy Strait") and he loves to dance with his Daddy.  He loves to read to his sister and he loves to play ball outside with her too.  He loves to work with Daddy and use Daddy's tools, and he loves to help Mom cook and take out the trash. I would go on forever if I could, about how amazing He is.&lt;br /&gt;    I love my sweet boy, and he makes my heart happier than he will ever know. I love you Moose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-8646955908968750036?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/8646955908968750036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=8646955908968750036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8646955908968750036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8646955908968750036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-years.html' title='3 YEARS!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-6410717033053892740</id><published>2008-04-17T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:18:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>We took a little trip to Dallas to see Bon Jovi this last weekend.  I was never a BJ fan, however, Craig is a huge fan. I was only two when Bon Jovi was in his prime, so I didn't grow up listening to Him.  Craig has been a fan for pretty much all of his life. We had a lot of fun, and we even got to see Tony Romo and Jason Whitten from the Dallas Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Kidd Craddick in the Morning show, and had pictures taken with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Craig is again a huge fan of theirs. (this weekend was really all for Craig, and I was just along for the ride) Casey and Dana Brewer went as well, which made it alot more fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband so much and I truly love getting to go on trips with him, even if we are doing things that I don't really enjoy. I'll post pictures later of our visit with Kidd Craddick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-6410717033053892740?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/6410717033053892740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=6410717033053892740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6410717033053892740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6410717033053892740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/04/bon-jovi.html' title='Bon Jovi'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-648568961984094029</id><published>2008-04-08T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:11:18.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend in Ohio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xMDBB38bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zMSuswRrOjE/s1600-h/wedding+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xMDBB38bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zMSuswRrOjE/s320/wedding+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187104485523583410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time in Ohio for Shane and Beth's wedding. For those of you who don't know, all of the groomsmen and their wives took Shane and Shane's buses, which was fun, but long. When I say long, I mean 24 hours one way to be exact. It was tons of fun, and we loved getting to spend time with our close friends. The buses were great! However, I don't know how they live on them for most of the year while they are on tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the pic's from our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shane's before the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLjhB38WI/AAAAAAAAADw/wA3Q5yI2_BA/s1600-h/wedding+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLjhB38WI/AAAAAAAAADw/wA3Q5yI2_BA/s320/wedding+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187103944357704034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beau and Kimberly Hughes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLkBB38XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tm9jv03B2tc/s1600-h/wedding+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLkBB38XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tm9jv03B2tc/s320/wedding+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187103952947638642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Craig and Magen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLkRB38YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G2t5Hsxhp_M/s1600-h/wedding+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLkRB38YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G2t5Hsxhp_M/s320/wedding+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187103957242605954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Everett's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLkxB38ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oWljI9NQ6c8/s1600-h/wedding+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLkxB38ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oWljI9NQ6c8/s320/wedding+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187103965832540562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Craig and Jeremy being stupid! (surprise, surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLlRB38aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lW4KG41lLLk/s1600-h/wedding+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xLlRB38aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lW4KG41lLLk/s320/wedding+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187103974422475170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Roberson's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xKCBB38VI/AAAAAAAAADo/vOEhFFEaZbg/s1600-h/wedding+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xKCBB38VI/AAAAAAAAADo/vOEhFFEaZbg/s320/wedding+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187102269320458578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shane E., Jeremy, and Craig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xJkhB38UI/AAAAAAAAADg/LLKj69qu9Ms/s1600-h/wedding+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xJkhB38UI/AAAAAAAAADg/LLKj69qu9Ms/s320/wedding+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187101762514317634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xJRBB38TI/AAAAAAAAADY/qvefJphP9zY/s1600-h/wedding+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xJRBB38TI/AAAAAAAAADY/qvefJphP9zY/s320/wedding+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187101427506868530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Jeremy had his picture taken with everyone in the room, and I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xI-RB38SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pCIfrz_8ReU/s1600-h/wedding+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xI-RB38SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pCIfrz_8ReU/s320/wedding+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187101105384321314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had so much fun and we look forward to the next time we can all get together again. Maybe if Jeremy would find a women, we could do it again sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xIGxB38RI/AAAAAAAAADI/nGoTs1Ke7v4/s1600-h/wedding+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 2px; height: 6px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xIGxB38RI/AAAAAAAAADI/nGoTs1Ke7v4/s320/wedding+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187100151901581586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-648568961984094029?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/648568961984094029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=648568961984094029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/648568961984094029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/648568961984094029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-weekend-in-ohio.html' title='Our Weekend in Ohio.'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_xMDBB38bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zMSuswRrOjE/s72-c/wedding+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-2220042525921237701</id><published>2008-04-08T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:37:09.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vzgBB38QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xr8RI7MQJF8/s1600-h/wedding+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vzgBB38QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xr8RI7MQJF8/s320/wedding+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187007127204917506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vzGhB38PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6YfUxa4lAJw/s1600-h/wedding+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vzGhB38PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6YfUxa4lAJw/s200/wedding+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187006689118253298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vyvRB38OI/AAAAAAAAACw/2XvpqFBHZM4/s1600-h/wedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vyvRB38OI/AAAAAAAAACw/2XvpqFBHZM4/s320/wedding+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187006289686294754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vyZRB38NI/AAAAAAAAACo/tGDRKEU7ez4/s1600-h/wedding+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vyZRB38NI/AAAAAAAAACo/tGDRKEU7ez4/s200/wedding+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187005911729172690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vyBBB38MI/AAAAAAAAACg/K6bPTywpCVc/s1600-h/wedding+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vyBBB38MI/AAAAAAAAACg/K6bPTywpCVc/s320/wedding+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187005495117344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-2220042525921237701?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/2220042525921237701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=2220042525921237701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2220042525921237701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/2220042525921237701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R_vzgBB38QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xr8RI7MQJF8/s72-c/wedding+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-518401972416768367</id><published>2008-03-25T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:36:13.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years!!!</title><content type='html'>A little over five years ago, while on a ski retreat to the lake with the youth group that I was helping out with, I met my husband. I didn't know that then, but only 1 short month after that initial visit, I knew. I knew that Michael Craig Roberson was the man that my amazing Lord had hand picked just for me. (Also thanks to Casey and Dana Brewer for the introduction) On March 27, 2004, we were married. It has been the greatest 4 years of my life, and like I told him just the other night, I love him more everyday. He is absolutely the greatest Husband, not to mention the greatest Dad, and I love having the privilege of spending my life with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to celebrate our anniversary early this year, due to the fact that we will be in Ohio for Shane and Beth's wedding. I guess it won't kill me to celebrate someones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Else's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nuptials&lt;/span&gt; on my anniversary. I look forward to the bus ride with Craig and all of our crazy friends, so I won't be too upset that I'm not off somewhere in the Bahamas with Craig celebrating 4 years of bliss. Maybe next year? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-518401972416768367?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/518401972416768367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=518401972416768367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/518401972416768367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/518401972416768367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/03/four-years.html' title='Four Years!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-6415916985563229893</id><published>2008-03-13T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:54:46.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is So Good!</title><content type='html'>A little over a year ago, my OB-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gyn&lt;/span&gt; found a tumor on my thyroid gland while doing a physical exam. Because of his findings, he ordered blood work to check my thyroid levels. He found that my levels were very low, and immediately started me on thyroid supplements. He never really gave me a reason for my levels being low, and when I asked why I would have a tumor on my thyroid, he stated that it could be just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inflammation&lt;/span&gt; from my thyroid having to work overtime to produce more hormones. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; with that answer for a while, but because I could feel the tumor myself, and because I was becoming increasingly tired and run down, I decided to take it upon myself to make an appointment with an Endocrinologist. Endocrinologists deal with the study of the endocrine system, which includes the thyroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost one month after my initial Doctors visit, I had an appointment with the Endocrinologist. During that visit, my blood levels were drawn, only to find that my thyroid levels were still very low. He also performed an ultrasound to get an idea of the size of the tumors. Before I left, he explained to me that he was concerned about the size of the tumors, and was also concerned about the lab results. He told me that he didn't want me to be alarmed, but he felt like the tumors were cancerous. He said that if that were the case and these tumors were cancer, then I would have to have radiation treatments to shrink the tumors, then have my thyroid gland removed. He explained to me that very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rarely&lt;/span&gt; does cancer that begins in the thyroid travel to other areas of the body. I also remember him saying that if he had to choose any type of cancer to have, that he would choose thyroid cancer. He immediately scheduled me for a biopsy of my thyroid the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig was out of town on business, so when I called to tell him all that the Doctor had said, he was very upset, and wanted to immediately come home so that he could be there for the biopsy. I told him that everything was going to be okay, and that I would have Mom go with me to the hospital the next day. Craig prayed with me over the phone, and prayed that the Lord would heal my body and take away all sickness. I didn't tell many people about what was going on. I called my immediate family and grandparents, but I told no one else. My family immediately began praying for my healing, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; very clearly my Dad praying that when the doctor went in to biopsy the tumors, that they would no longer be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was lying on the stretcher all alone in the ultrasound room awaiting my biopsy, I began to pray. I remember talking to the Lord and telling him that I didn't want to have cancer, even if the Doctor told me that thyroid cancer was the best cancer to have. I told him that no cancer was good, and I didn't want it in my body. I clearly remember speaking against this sickness that was taking over my thyroid, and my body, and I asked the Lord to remove it all from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several minutes later, the radiologist entered the room and began setting-up for the biopsy. At that moment I felt a peace like I have never known. I was completely calm, knowing that there is nothing my God cannot conquer, and I knew at that moment that he had conquered my sickness. The Radiologist began the ultrasound in order to find the tumors. After several minutes of searching all over my neck, he paused, and asked what exactly he was supposed to be looking for, because he could see nothing. I immediately grabbed my neck to feel of what had been tumors, and I felt nothing. What I had felt ten minutes prior to the procedure, was now gone. What the ultrasound had shown just one day prior was no longer there. My God had taken them away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently went for another ultrasound of my thyroid to ensure that the tumors had not returned. They haven't! I must now have ultrasounds once a year for the rest of my life, but it will only be to once again prove that my God is the ultimate healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is So Good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-6415916985563229893?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/6415916985563229893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=6415916985563229893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6415916985563229893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6415916985563229893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-is-so-good.html' title='God is So Good!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-6604994141003319087</id><published>2008-03-08T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:17:21.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is GOOD!</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess it's been a while since I have posted a new blog, so I thought I would get on and say a few things. There's not really much to say, however, my birthday was on the 6th of March. I am now 26, which means I am just that much closer to being 30. Yuck!! (nothing against those of you who are already there)&lt;br /&gt;I love shoes, so being that I got 9 pair in one day means that my birthday was amazing. I also got a bunch of clothes, which was great, because when you have kids, you tend to spend your money on them rather than buy for yourself. The kids got me a new pair of tennis shoes, to go along with my ever-growing tennis shoe collection, as you can see from the picture. (That's 13 pair of tennis shoes. Pretty disgusting!) This only makes up about 1/8 of my shoes, so I can't wait to have a bigger closet to display all of them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R9JXsGAqnFI/AAAAAAAAACY/Mz_EGeiaXm8/s1600-h/shoes+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R9JXsGAqnFI/AAAAAAAAACY/Mz_EGeiaXm8/s320/shoes+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175295336841387090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides receiving all my great shoes and clothes, I also got tickets to see George Strait. (It was a great concert!) So, needless to say, life is good. We haven't done much besides sit at home with our kids, but that is to me, as good as it gets. I can't imagine having more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R9JW_GAqnEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9YNHOFxQn7U/s1600-h/kids+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R9JW_GAqnEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9YNHOFxQn7U/s320/kids+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175294563747273794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mason sitting with Craig before bedtime. He looks so happy! And of course this is Reece eating, which makes her very happy as you can see. Just spending time with these two and Craig is really the best birthday present I could ever have.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R9JW_GAqnEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9YNHOFxQn7U/s1600-h/kids+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R9JWaWAqnDI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Qwoo4CBzN8/s1600-h/kids+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R9JWaWAqnDI/AAAAAAAAACI/6Qwoo4CBzN8/s320/kids+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175293932387081266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-6604994141003319087?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/6604994141003319087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=6604994141003319087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6604994141003319087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/6604994141003319087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-good.html' title='Life is GOOD!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R9JXsGAqnFI/AAAAAAAAACY/Mz_EGeiaXm8/s72-c/shoes+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-7824531458120720868</id><published>2008-02-10T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:19:12.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day/ Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;    Craig and I had a Great time this  last weekend, when we celebrated Valentine's Day and our Anniversary early. Because I have to work on Valentine's Day and we will be out of town for Shane and Beth's wedding on our anniversary, we, or I guess I should say "I" decided to celebrate them both this last weekend. I am not even close to being the most romantic girl I know, and usually Craig is the one that does  all the romancing in our relationship. It is because of that that I decided to plan something fun.&lt;/div&gt;    I decided that we needed to get away from the house for a night without the kids, so I booked us a room at Embassy Suits. I also made us reservations at Las Brisas steak house, which by the way was amazing. I had asked Mom and Dad if the kids could spend the night with them, so before Craig got home, I dropped them off at their house. I had already packed a bag and taken it to the hotel, so that Craig would have no idea what I had planned. I even went so far as to buy him a new tooth brush and deodorant so that I wouldn't have to pack his without him knowing.&lt;br /&gt;            We had a really good time. We were in bed by 9:00, and we slept in the next morning. It was so great to get away with my husband, even if it was just down the road to a hotel. Craig was so surprised, and he just kept saying "is this really happening" I loved that he had no idea about my plans and that he had a good time. I love sharing  my life with such an amazing man, and I can't wait for the rest of my life with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-7824531458120720868?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/7824531458120720868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=7824531458120720868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7824531458120720868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/7824531458120720868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Valentines Day/ Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-4129212289236415211</id><published>2008-02-01T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:05:44.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New House!</title><content type='html'>Well, our New House is almost complete! (On paper that is.) Our final plans will be finished in the next week. Yeah! I cannot tell you how excited I am to finaly be living in my very own home. Craig is going to venture outside the world of Gutters, Sprinkler Systems and Fences, and into the world of Home Building.  Our house will be the first on his list. We have already found land, so the next step will be to begin getting estimates on framing, concrete, cabinets, etc. It is looking like it will be about 8-9 months before we move in, but it will be well worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;   For Christmas I asked for Gift Cards, New bedding, and furniture for the new house, which I received, and now I have to wait unitl I have the house before I can move it all in. My garage is full of new things just waiting to be put to use. Craig's Mom Debbie is an Interior Decorator, so as far as colors, flooring, and everything "decorating" has to offer, will be at my disposal.&lt;br /&gt;   The plan is to live in the house for at least 2 years, then build a new house. We will continue that process for 10-12 years then hopefully be mortgage free. What a blessing that will be. (I wonder if then I could quit working all together :)  My house will have three bedrooms, three baths, an office and a basement. It isn't huge, but it will be just right for the four of us. I will post pictures just as soon as the house begins to take shape, so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-4129212289236415211?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/4129212289236415211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=4129212289236415211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4129212289236415211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4129212289236415211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-new-house.html' title='Our New House!'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-3223678050294371438</id><published>2008-01-28T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:15:53.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKIING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R55shlHAhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyaqx_-_O0c/s1600-h/skiing+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R55shlHAhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyaqx_-_O0c/s320/skiing+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160681547166156274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast this last week, when we went skiing in Angelfire NM. It was a little crazy with eight adults and five kids, but we had a lot of fun. Mason and Reece where completely decked out in new snow gear, (which Mason hated as you can see) and they got to sled and play in the snow. I wish I would have taken pictures of the sledding episode, because that was hilarious. Mom and Dad watched the kids (all 5 of them) while we where skiing, which by the way was the best skiing I've ever done.I really appreciate that Mom and Dad kept the kids while we played. It was great spending time with Craig without having to wipe bottoms and noses every fifteen minutes. Mom and Dad rented a Condo that slept 14 people, which was a plus, being that we have 13 people in our immediate family. (I can't believe that we have grown so much.) We had to take 3 cars just get us all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R55sFlHAheI/AAAAAAAAABc/obKkXPA_Z1E/s1600-h/skiing+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R55sFlHAheI/AAAAAAAAABc/obKkXPA_Z1E/s320/skiing+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160681066129819106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reece was really cute in her new pink outfit. She really liked being in the snow as well. Mason however wasn't as thrilled about the snow. He didn't like the snow on his boots, and he really didn't like his snow bib. Mason is so much like Craig. He is super cautious, and he really isn't a big fan of trying new things. Reece on the other hand is like me. She likes new things, and really isn't scared of much. ( for instance, sledding)&lt;br /&gt;  We had a really great time and we look forward to out next excursion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-3223678050294371438?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/3223678050294371438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=3223678050294371438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/3223678050294371438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/3223678050294371438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/01/skiing.html' title='SKIING'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R55shlHAhfI/AAAAAAAAABk/eyaqx_-_O0c/s72-c/skiing+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-8525691882097260793</id><published>2008-01-23T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:20:47.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R5cG31HAhZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2vReBB6pfpQ/s1600-h/b-day+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R5cG31HAhZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2vReBB6pfpQ/s320/b-day+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158599454395237778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mason and Reece started school on Thursday (1/17) at Little Wings Christian Learning Center. It is at our church, which means that it is a familiar place for both of them. Craig and I both took them, so that it would make it easier on all of us, except it didn't make it easier for me, because I cried like a big dork when I had to leave them. I think the hardest thing was the fact that Mason ran in and immediately started playing, and didn't care if I was there or not. He didn't even want to come tell me goodbye :( Reece did good too, except she's teething, so she was a little fussy. I can't believe that they are both so big. Mason talks in complete sentences ALL THE TIME!!! And Reece says a few things like Mom, Dad and Sarah :) She is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so glad that the kids love there new school/Parents day out. It makes things a lot easier during the day when I have to sleep before coming to work. (I work 7pm to 7am for those who don't know) However, it makes me sad at the same time, because I hate having to leave my kids in someone else's care. I feel like I am their Mom, and I should be the one taking care of them during the day. I know that it is good for them to be around other kids, and I know that the Lord has called me to be a nurse and minister to the sick, but it still makes me sad to leave them.  I guess what I need to do is have another baby, so that I can be off for 12 weeks and stay home with ALL the kids ( HaHa, Craig would go crazy if he knew that I said that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-8525691882097260793?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/8525691882097260793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=8525691882097260793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8525691882097260793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/8525691882097260793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R5cG31HAhZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2vReBB6pfpQ/s72-c/b-day+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-968881450048908568</id><published>2008-01-14T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:56:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Baby?</title><content type='html'>Mason came into the bathroom the other day, and out of nowhere, said "mom, I need another sister". I asked him why, and I asked him if he still liked his sister. He told me that he loved his sister, but he just needed another one. For a second I thought that maybe he knew  something that I didn't, then I thought that maybe he had been talking to Craig, but Craig wants another boy, and Mason specifically said he didn't want a brother, he wants a sister. The entire conversation scared me a little because it has been a non stop battle between Craig and I the last few months, because He wants to have another baby so bad.  Don't get me wrong, I love kids, especially the two that I already have, and I wouldn't mind having another, just not yet. As I write this, both of my children are taking naps, and the house is quiet. I love this time to myself so much. I can clean, watch TV or take a nap myself. I just started eating right and exercising and I feel really good. I have lost 8lbs, and I am really not looking forward to gaining that back just yet. Both of my sisters have newborns, and sometimes when I am around them it makes me want another one, but that feeling quickly goes away.&lt;br /&gt;  So, we will see. I am going to try and hold Craig off for a few more months, but he's pretty hard headed. :)  And Mason has a way of always getting what he wants. I guess it's just a matter of me not being selfish about having time to myself. ( I think I need to be selfish for a few more months though)      :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-968881450048908568?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/968881450048908568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=968881450048908568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/968881450048908568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/968881450048908568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby.html' title='A Baby?'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-4440668913735328527</id><published>2008-01-05T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:35:57.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got off work Friday morning at 7:00 and decided that I couldn't spend another minute in Lubbock, so I went straight to Craig, who was still in bed of course, and ask him to please take me somewhere, anywhere. He looked at me like I was crazy, but by 4:00, we were on our way to Dallas. (I love that I have a husband that will do things spur of the moment) We figured that if we were going to drag our tired children, who by the way had not had a nap all day, to Dallas, we should at least take them to do something fun. The weather was amazing, so we decided on the Fort Worth Zoo. Mason loved every minute of it, as you can see from the huge, dorky smile on his face.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R4B4TAq2-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3h9_TcY1bec/s1600-h/CIMG1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152250241704458962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R4B4TAq2-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3h9_TcY1bec/s320/CIMG1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reece on the other hand was not as enthusiastic, but was a trooper as always. She's so much more easy going than Mason, but way more dramatic. . After the trip to the Zoo, we off course had to go toy shopping, so Mason could get ANOTHER motorcycle (his favorite toy by the way)! We had so much fun seeing all the animals, shopping and spending time with Aunt Samantha.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R4B4GAq2-sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6qRs0vIIKNI/s1600-h/CIMG1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152250018366159554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R4B4GAq2-sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6qRs0vIIKNI/s320/CIMG1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to be able to go on spur of the moment trips like this with our kids. Craig and I have always dreamed of doing these things as a family. What an Awesome God we have! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-4440668913735328527?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/4440668913735328527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=4440668913735328527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4440668913735328527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4440668913735328527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-trip-to-dallas.html' title='Our trip to Dallas'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R4B4TAq2-tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3h9_TcY1bec/s72-c/CIMG1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5042139637751621438.post-4044310819093570347</id><published>2008-01-05T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:49:14.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152239998207457938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R4Bu-wq2-pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m2RQYter24s/s320/CIMG1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's a new year, so why not be a new blogger? I have no idea what I am getting myself into, because from now on, I have to update everyone on a regular basis about my family and all the new things that are going on in our lives. It's going to keep me very busy since my family NEVER slows down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was an amazing year for us. We didn't have a child this year, like we have done the last 2 years, which has been a blessing, because the two we already have are definitly a handful. However, they are the two greatest little people I know. Mason is 2 and a half and Reece turned 1 in November. They are so grown up already. They are sweet, loving, crazy, fun, and a little cranky at times, and I love every minute with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig, whom I have been married to for 4 years this coming March has been such a blessing to me. He truly is my greatest compliment and my best friend.He owns Texas Gutters, A-One Fence &amp;amp; Sprinkler, and this year he will begin building custom homes. Ours being the first on his list. Hopefuly he will get started on that in the next month. (I can't wait to have a new house) He truly is the hardest worker I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am a Registered Nurse in the Children's ER. I work 3 nights a week, so I don't really miss out on a whole lot with the kids. I will be 26 in March, which I am not loking forward to, because that just makes me that much closer to being 30. I don't do anyhthing very exciting, except hang out with my kids and husband, which for me is the most EXCITING life I could have ever asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for all that the Lord has for the four of us in 2008, so stay tuned for what The Roberson's will be doing next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5042139637751621438-4044310819093570347?l=rachelroberson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/feeds/4044310819093570347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5042139637751621438&amp;postID=4044310819093570347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4044310819093570347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5042139637751621438/posts/default/4044310819093570347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelroberson.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>Rachel Roberson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051651016768347217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/Sg5415K9qTI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NtHuXUKrFe0/S220/393.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w8JSz_aoBg0/R4Bu-wq2-pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m2RQYter24s/s72-c/CIMG1349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
