<?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-2805289353043136901</id><updated>2011-08-31T06:10:53.342-05:00</updated><category term='Family'/><category term='Faith (the child)'/><category term='Nieces'/><category term='Faith (the concept)'/><title type='text'>The Latest on Faith</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2288729356055178854</id><published>2011-04-25T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:35:07.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the concept)'/><title type='text'>I know, that I know, that I know, that my Savior Lives</title><content type='html'>With Easter weekend behind me, I wanted to share some thoughts. As we celebrate Christ's sacrifice, what is sticking out to me is Reality. Not a glorified, slow motion story that I imagine as I read the Bible...but reality. Jesus is real. He was human. These stories played out in front of a few guys that really weren't that important in the social order of the time. Regular ole dudes witnessed the events that changed every one of our lives. There is no pomp and circumstance, no special effects, no cameras in the background...just real life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is not my first time to acknowledge that Jesus was human and walked this earth. I think it is just really hitting home. At church, a family recently relocated by the military to Israel sent us a special video message from the spots where the Easter story unfolded. They had passover at the Upper Room, they shared scripture in the Garden of Gethsemane, they showed us where Peter denied Christ, they sat at the entrance to the garden tomb, and they stood beside the sea of Galilee to bid us farewell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these pictures of the places they stood when they recorded their message. First is the garden, where Christ prayed with such fervor that he sweat drops of blood. He and the disciples encountered Roman guards here, and Jesus healed the severed ear of the guard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3YpG_arlIM/TbX-6p2dLCI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gGnhdTjHGGQ/s1600/hold+land+garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3YpG_arlIM/TbX-6p2dLCI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gGnhdTjHGGQ/s320/hold+land+garden.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was here where Peter denied Christ three times when he was identified as one of Christ's followers. A statue stands there now, depicting the scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaHGKqSbZao/TbX_AdjgPJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TlP0TIIaKZ4/s1600/hold+land+peter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaHGKqSbZao/TbX_AdjgPJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TlP0TIIaKZ4/s320/hold+land+peter.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the entrance to the garden tomb, where it&amp;nbsp;is believed that Christ was buried (for a little while at least). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-gQjIe5D5o/TbX_FHvijsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/r_4E-FRwkZM/s1600/holy+land+tomb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-gQjIe5D5o/TbX_FHvijsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/r_4E-FRwkZM/s320/holy+land+tomb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Sea of Galilee, mentioned so many times in scripture, but in the Easter story, it's where Christ encountered the disciples after he arose. He had made breakfast for them on shore. He called out to them to cast their nets on the other side (a repeat of when he first met them) and their nets overflowed with fish. Look at this place. I just want to sit at the shores and let God love on me. I want to stick my toes in the water and watch the little minnows scatter. It's real, and it's beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0OP0GDG4I8/TbX_GBOogOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KhRJTgJhLoQ/s1600/holy+land+see.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0OP0GDG4I8/TbX_GBOogOI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KhRJTgJhLoQ/s320/holy+land+see.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a drawing depicting the Sea of Galilee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;story I described above. It's a glorified rendering. Now when I hear or read the stories I'll have a different mental image--a real image in all its (un)glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPIwjdY6XIE/TbX_ILtYTZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dNbvOPL302o/s1600/holy+land+jesus+appears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPIwjdY6XIE/TbX_ILtYTZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dNbvOPL302o/s320/holy+land+jesus+appears.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿Christ sent us his story through his disciples. His relationship with them transferred his wisdom in such a way that they were able to begin other relationships, sharing His truth. There was nothing fancy about this event that set our souls free from sin. but it happenened and changed the course of history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm learning that God works through everyday "real" situations. It doesn't matter if a good deed is acknowledged on Facebook or if a small act is ever noticed. Our relationships with others sets the standard. We don't need to know all the fancy words or quote scripture at the drop of&amp;nbsp;a hat. We just need to develop relationships with people so that they can see His truth in us. Im so very (un)glorious, so I know He can use me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-2288729356055178854?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2288729356055178854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-that-i-know-that-i-know-that-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2288729356055178854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2288729356055178854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-that-i-know-that-i-know-that-my.html' title='I know, that I know, that I know, that my Savior Lives'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3YpG_arlIM/TbX-6p2dLCI/AAAAAAAAAZM/gGnhdTjHGGQ/s72-c/hold+land+garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4559726030052710924</id><published>2011-04-13T17:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T17:30:34.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Work for Stickerz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Have I ever mentioned how difficult it is to say "no" to this sweet little face? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSK7ZusIVw8/TaYhtMTc6aI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4m0iuRC21gU/s1600/potty+stickers+please.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSK7ZusIVw8/TaYhtMTc6aI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4m0iuRC21gU/s320/potty+stickers+please.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently discovered that Faith absolutely loves stickers! More than that, she loves being rewarded for doing good. She proudly states "I earn sticker!" There are two ways she can earn her stickers. One is to sit at the table with mommy and go over letters, numbers, etc, and the other way is to go potty on the potty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her potty training success is mood driven, and I know that as soon as she wants to be fully trained, it will happen. I made her the chart pictured below and told her that if she goes potty this many times, she gets and ice cream cone. The chart is on the wall in her bathroom. She tells me "I go potty, I get ice cream cone!" It took her just 24 hours to earn her first ice cream cone! Mommy was not prepared for such success, and last night at 7:45 I made a run to the grocery store for supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how the stickers drive her! Usually in the morning, I will ask her if she needs to sit on the potty and she will deny with a whiny voice that seems to say, "Mom, not this early in the morning!" But yesterday and today when I've asked, she replied "I go potty, I earn sticker?" I confirm&amp;nbsp;"Yes, Faith" and her face lights up&amp;nbsp;"OK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5Sq7xMK0o0/TaYhzWH0NRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Klf2f_gYJJM/s1600/potty+chart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5Sq7xMK0o0/TaYhzWH0NRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Klf2f_gYJJM/s320/potty+chart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here she is, up past her bed time, no bath yet, cause we had to get our ICE CREAM CONE! Daddy was jealous...he wanted on too, but I told him he didn't earn all his stickers!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXxA09rCPCU/TaYhwix79fI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ff02UfZWlKk/s1600/potty+ice+cream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXxA09rCPCU/TaYhwix79fI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Ff02UfZWlKk/s320/potty+ice+cream.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4559726030052710924?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4559726030052710924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-work-for-stickerz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4559726030052710924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4559726030052710924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-work-for-stickerz.html' title='Will Work for Stickerz'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSK7ZusIVw8/TaYhtMTc6aI/AAAAAAAAAZA/4m0iuRC21gU/s72-c/potty+stickers+please.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-226336660916456403</id><published>2011-04-11T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:00:42.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the child)'/><title type='text'>Princess Fisherlady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This weekend, Faith was eager to take her dad up on an offered fishing trip. Funny thing was, as I was getting her ready for our trip, she INSISTED on wearing her "pink princess dress." I just decided that the dress would wash, and I put her rain boots on and packed her daddy's girl hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Faith was good at carrying the pole around, following mom and dad as they fished. She quickly tired at the thought of holding the pole in place while waiting for a fish to bite. More interesting, however, was the plight of throwing each and every piece of dried mud into the pond. (Yes, Texans, I know it's technically a tank, but we are Arkansas rednecks and you can't deny your raisin')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LT0Oh-J24c8/TaOUCbatdEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/bvT4Wj3KmfE/s1600/Faith+fishes+april+2011+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LT0Oh-J24c8/TaOUCbatdEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/bvT4Wj3KmfE/s320/Faith+fishes+april+2011+1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've never seen a prettier fisher lady, and I'm sure Grandma Mary would've had the biggest grin on her face seeing Faith prance around the pond, getting mud on the pretty pink dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27c9OASyUwc/TaOUD7ri1AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KMquBeEXvqc/s1600/faith+fishes+aprill+2011+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27c9OASyUwc/TaOUD7ri1AI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KMquBeEXvqc/s320/faith+fishes+aprill+2011+3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-226336660916456403?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/226336660916456403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/princess-fisherlady.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/226336660916456403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/226336660916456403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/princess-fisherlady.html' title='Princess Fisherlady'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LT0Oh-J24c8/TaOUCbatdEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/bvT4Wj3KmfE/s72-c/Faith+fishes+april+2011+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8349193112799504121</id><published>2011-04-11T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:44:32.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the child)'/><title type='text'>Turkey Tradition</title><content type='html'>It's April again, and Bubba has turkey fever...again!&amp;nbsp;As he will do every year of his life,&amp;nbsp;I'd imagine, and now Faith is destined to have her pic with her daddy and his turkey from here on out. Although....Bubba has declared that&amp;nbsp;Faith will be shooting her own turkey next year. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April 2008, Bubba really wanted me to go turkey hunting with him. It was cold that morning, and I wore&amp;nbsp;an over sized set of&amp;nbsp;coveralls. I wasn't feeling well, and I&amp;nbsp;hustled to stay about 50 yards behind him (waddling in all my clothing---looked like the&amp;nbsp;Michelin&amp;nbsp;Man). I stopped several times because i was&amp;nbsp;sick at my stomach and tired and dizzy.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;stuck it out though,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I wanted him to know I could hang with him. On the way back in to town, I suggested that stopping at Walgreen's for a pregnancy test would be advised. That day we learned that there would be a new addition to our family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2009﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7bF2VKTOeU/TaOR9VaqvCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/I_myRRfvEFA/s1600/Faith%252C_Dad%252C_and_Turkey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7bF2VKTOeU/TaOR9VaqvCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/I_myRRfvEFA/s320/Faith%252C_Dad%252C_and_Turkey.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u94j52Lqe74/TaOR_EnwBYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nULj16xCF34/s1600/faith_escapes_dad_and_turnkey_april_2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u94j52Lqe74/TaOR_EnwBYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nULj16xCF34/s320/faith_escapes_dad_and_turnkey_april_2010.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rd5MZLDLbxk/TaOSBNpHCLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lSxj4QtzOQM/s1600/turkey+2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rd5MZLDLbxk/TaOSBNpHCLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/lSxj4QtzOQM/s320/turkey+2008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8349193112799504121?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8349193112799504121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/turkey-tradition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8349193112799504121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8349193112799504121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/turkey-tradition.html' title='Turkey Tradition'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X7bF2VKTOeU/TaOR9VaqvCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/I_myRRfvEFA/s72-c/Faith%252C_Dad%252C_and_Turkey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4729575542406042022</id><published>2011-04-09T12:43:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:09:17.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Grandma Mary</title><content type='html'>Three years ago tomorrow at the age of only 47, Bubba's mom Mary went to be with Jesus. To say it was unexpected is an understatement. She was preparing dinner for her husband on that Thursday night, and she fell asleep on her chair in the kitchen....but never awoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKj3mkeyt9E/TaDY8M3or-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/owoOIst2aME/s1600/Grandma+Mary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKj3mkeyt9E/TaDY8M3or-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/owoOIst2aME/s1600/Grandma+Mary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Christmas,&amp;nbsp;I had some 8mm video we found at her home put on DVD. There was mostly footage that she shot and narrated. It was neat to hear her say "Bubba" again in her own unique way. Part of the footage, however, was of Mary when she killed her big buck. She was the star of that show, and she showed off her beautiful smile and long blond pony tail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith knows Grandma Mary only by a picture right now, but we know we'll all be reunited one glorius day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4729575542406042022?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4729575542406042022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/remembering-grandma-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4729575542406042022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4729575542406042022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/04/remembering-grandma-mary.html' title='Remembering Grandma Mary'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKj3mkeyt9E/TaDY8M3or-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/owoOIst2aME/s72-c/Grandma+Mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-799843172120864699</id><published>2011-03-31T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T18:38:05.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for Each Day</title><content type='html'>Our pastor shared this poem this week. It reminds us not to take each time we get with our loved ones for granted. I know that with the&amp;nbsp;homegoing of Mary, Erick, Grandma Frankie, Hannah Joy, and Aunt Anna Jewel in recent years we are reminded that there is no guarantee of having "next time" to tell someone how much you love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"If Tomorrow Never Comes" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I'd see you fall asleep, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I see you walk out the door, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and call you back for one more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would video tape each action and word, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I could play them back day after day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I knew it would be the last time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could spare an extra minute or two &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to stop and say "I love you," &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I knew it would be the last time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would be there to share your day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well I'm sure you'll have so many more, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I can let just this one slip away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make up for an oversight, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we always get a second chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make everything right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will always be another day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say our "I love you's", &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And certainly there's another chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say our "Anything I can do's?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just in case I might be wrong, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and today is all I get, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I hope we never forget, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;young or old alike, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And today may be the last chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you get to hold your loved one tight.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why not do it today? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For if tomorrow never comes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll surely regret the day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you didn't take that extra time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a smile, a hug, or a kiss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you were too busy to grant someone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what turned out to be their one last wish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So hold your loved ones close today, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whisper in their ear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell them how much you love them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that you'll always hold them dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"thank you" or "it's okay". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if tomorrow never comes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll have no regrets about today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~anonymous~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-799843172120864699?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/799843172120864699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/thankful-for-each-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/799843172120864699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/799843172120864699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/thankful-for-each-day.html' title='Thankful for Each Day'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8990630283616706809</id><published>2011-03-26T19:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:18:49.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nieces'/><title type='text'>Beffie Comes to Town</title><content type='html'>There is absolutely nothing better than last minute plans that create lifetime memories! A couple of weekends ago, I was in Arkansas for a conference for work, and I saw&amp;nbsp;three of my nieces and stayed with my brother Brad, sis-in-law Jill, and niece Bethany. We spent two nights reminiscing the good old days and mostly remembering &lt;a href="http://www.thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah Joy&lt;/a&gt;. I asked Bethany the traditional, "So what are your plans for spring break?" question. I fully expected some monumentally amazing youth trip or at least a week full of plans (my nieces are such busy busy ladies!). When Bethany simply replied "nothing!" I was surprised. "Ah, well I wish you could come see us in Texas." That sparked a fun conversation between Bethany and her parents. She was lobbying to fly to Texas alone...her parents were hesitant to say the least. After a few days of&amp;nbsp;planning, Bethany had found a ride from an OBU student to Dallas and her mom had booked a one way flight home for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have always wanted to be a very hands-on aunt, but honestly this is not an easy task from 6 hours away. Before grad school and moving to Texas, I was all up in their business (and I still&amp;nbsp;try to stay that way via Facebook and text). None of my nieces have really had much one on one time with me or Faith since her birth. Bethany's last minute plans gave her five whole days with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UHHtw_wjHbI/TY5-p6UWiBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-CkLL68tFXc/s1600/bethany+and+Faith.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UHHtw_wjHbI/TY5-p6UWiBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-CkLL68tFXc/s320/bethany+and+Faith.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment we picked her up from the Dallas area, Bethany and Faith were the bestest of friends. Faith would simply repeat every single thing she heard her elder cousin say. I charged Bethany with the task of dressing Faith each day (which she embraced with enthusiasm). Bethany also became a 2nd mom very quickly, paying attention to Faith's needs, getting her in and out of the car, helping with bathing, etc. Needless to say, I enjoyed the help! On Sunday, we attended the first round playoff game of the Baylor Lady Bears Basketball. Bethany kept Faith home from daycare on Monday. Tuesday she shadowed me at work all day (which was an absolute blast!). Wednesday, she slept in which an self respecting high schooler on Spring Break must do, and Thursday we got up and left the house at 5:45am to catch her plane at DFW.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes after leaving DFW, Faith exclaimed "Where Beffie go? Beffie, I want my juice!" It's a time I will always cherish, and I really hope to get more of these visits from my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Iw7MR4723mo/TY5-_XRb-eI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_67xAe7cMzU/s1600/sarah+and+bethany.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Iw7MR4723mo/TY5-_XRb-eI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_67xAe7cMzU/s320/sarah+and+bethany.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8990630283616706809?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8990630283616706809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/beffie-comes-to-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8990630283616706809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8990630283616706809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/beffie-comes-to-town.html' title='Beffie Comes to Town'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UHHtw_wjHbI/TY5-p6UWiBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-CkLL68tFXc/s72-c/bethany+and+Faith.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7432856876055028978</id><published>2011-03-07T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:05:55.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the concept)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the child)'/><title type='text'>Cow Poo Poo</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday afternoon, in an attempt to get out of the house and enjoy the beautiful weather, we spent the afternoon "helping" daddy and Uncle Josh check and reload their pig feeder. Wild or feral hogs are apparently taking over the US, destroying farm land and costing landowners lots of money. So, Bubba and Josh have an agreement with this landowner that they are allowed to hunt his land for all kinds of game as long as they shoot as many hogs as they can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith was excited at the venture, so she dawned her camo pants, her rain boots, and her pink camo hat (not pictured) with enthusiasm at the potential to see cows and "drive" the four wheeler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TFxGSrGnG34/TXVfNo9N_FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/T6EZzIytkVs/s1600/marlin+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TFxGSrGnG34/TXVfNo9N_FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/T6EZzIytkVs/s320/marlin+1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UA-7vOdKC0w/TXVfQoOduDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oWkFi2c8Cls/s1600/marlin+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UA-7vOdKC0w/TXVfQoOduDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oWkFi2c8Cls/s320/marlin+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Faith "drove" us to a place where we had to park, then "hoof it." She quickly lagged behind the rest of us as she began collecting what she called rocks. I laughed...the rocks were old cow poop. I told her that was cow poo poo, and she dropped it on spot "Eww, Cow Poo Poo!" Faith then proceeded to point out each time she found more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We made it to the pig feeder, which needed more corn. The guys filled it up and tested it to make sure corn was dispersed appropriately. Faith promptly made it her mission to attempt to collect each piece of corn that had fallen on the ground...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Lgd8moxlikA/TXVg6coHtpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0TrBPsrzATw/s1600/marlin+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Lgd8moxlikA/TXVg6coHtpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0TrBPsrzATw/s320/marlin+4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;We distracted her from the corn and began to make our way out of the woods. There was a problem though. Little sticker bushes stressed her out. She demanded to be carried by dad as she proclaimed "I'm stuck!" Dad told her she was going to have to learn to step on it or go around. She made it apparent that today was not the day to begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gGwDDdyFSZc/TXVhtOV9FII/AAAAAAAAAYI/4QI1SuodKoQ/s1600/marlin+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gGwDDdyFSZc/TXVhtOV9FII/AAAAAAAAAYI/4QI1SuodKoQ/s320/marlin+6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NqSIOZ64RUo/TXVhhFrBJdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Y80MLf6A_jg/s1600/marlin+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NqSIOZ64RUo/TXVhhFrBJdI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Y80MLf6A_jg/s320/marlin+5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿After the pigs were taken care of, so to speak, we ventured down to the big pond for some splish splash time and of course, to through rocks in the water. All three of us adults immediately tried to skip rocks on the water and hurt our arms/shoulders quickly. We decided to find rocks for Faith to chunk, and Faith and dad ventured into the water to try out their rain boots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1hgSUuDUnPU/TXVidAVz3sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YctRanL8u_0/s1600/marlin+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1hgSUuDUnPU/TXVidAVz3sI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YctRanL8u_0/s320/marlin+9.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What a great day all around! It made me miss those days of playing all day long outside. I remember leaving the house in the morning and not returning until dark or unless I heard mom's calling (no cell phones then!). I wanted to stop and build a fort, but we were without the needed tools. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XNrK3EgTt6M/TXVjDjO0LuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/n9CMgs6r508/s1600/marlin+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XNrK3EgTt6M/TXVjDjO0LuI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/n9CMgs6r508/s320/marlin+8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith found a baby cow that she adored. She ran towards the herd of cows in an attempt to convince the baby to let her ride him. It didn't go over so well. They spooked to her dismay. By the end of the afternoon, we had one tired little girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IUsamwX_JY0/TXVkYnH_y7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/XQtgnr10AFk/s1600/marlin+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IUsamwX_JY0/TXVkYnH_y7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/XQtgnr10AFk/s320/marlin+10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can write for now. I just noticed that Faith is playing in the fireplace ashes! Better pay more attention! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-7432856876055028978?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7432856876055028978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/cow-poo-poo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7432856876055028978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7432856876055028978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/cow-poo-poo.html' title='Cow Poo Poo'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TFxGSrGnG34/TXVfNo9N_FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/T6EZzIytkVs/s72-c/marlin+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7933131443679511498</id><published>2011-03-05T19:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:31:07.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the concept)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the child)'/><title type='text'>[Pey-shuh ns] Is A Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Faith is now two years, two months old, and she is doing and saying some remarkable things! But there are trials that we as parents would rather do without. Watching Faith grow up has made it painstakingly clear to me that while a child is a beautiful, wonderful being...a child has the innate sin in him/her that dates back to the fall of Man. The root of it seems to be selfishness. Anything she sees and likes becomes "Mine!" Last week she was put in timeout in school because she had claimed all the toys in the classroom and was guarding them from the other kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But watching Faith, I also can see my own selfish desires. I'm often so full of myself that I can't see beyond my own wants, needs, and dreams. This is why we all need a Savior. To save us from ourselves. I'll keep working on Faith, Lord keep working on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cF9nAfvM66I/TXLjoSjbXeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cMuhGWvN9-M/s1600/blog%2Bdiscipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580773169580170722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cF9nAfvM66I/TXLjoSjbXeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cMuhGWvN9-M/s400/blog%2Bdiscipline.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-7933131443679511498?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7933131443679511498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/pey-shuh-ns-is-virtue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7933131443679511498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7933131443679511498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/pey-shuh-ns-is-virtue.html' title='[Pey-shuh ns] Is A Virtue'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cF9nAfvM66I/TXLjoSjbXeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cMuhGWvN9-M/s72-c/blog%2Bdiscipline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-3108409879056867611</id><published>2011-03-05T16:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:30:37.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the concept)'/><title type='text'>~God Don't Make Junk~</title><content type='html'>Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.xroadsonline.org/index.php"&gt;Paster Steve&lt;/a&gt; for reminding me that in fact, God don't make junk. He doesn't make mistakes! There is not one living being on this earth who was not fearfully and wonderfully made by our Father. This is hard to grasp at first. You mean to tell me that the weirdos of the world, the annoying people, and the heartless people of the world are just as important to God as I am? Well yes, and maybe even more important. The fact is that we are called to love as Jesus loves. So how, exactly, does He love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He accepts people. "The Father gives me my people. Every one of them will come to me, and I will accept them." John 6:37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He Values people. "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advanced for us to do." Eph. 2:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)He forgives people. "Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven." Luke 6:37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) He believes in people. "The truth is, anyone who believes in me will do the same works I have done, and even greater works, because i am going to be with the Father." John 14:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to learn that the Lord just needs someone who is willing, not someone who is perfect. In everyday relationships, if I can love others like Jesus loves me, then His love shines through me. If I can value the cleaning lady. If I can believe in the new person who looks overwhelmed. If I can accept the weird one. If I can forgive those who do something against me. If I do this, each day Jesus' love is made visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to open my eyes for opportunities to show your love! As Brandon Heath sings, give me your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your love for humanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ones that are far beyond me reach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes for the ones forgotten &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;/em&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/2805289353043136901-3108409879056867611?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3108409879056867611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-dont-make-junk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3108409879056867611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3108409879056867611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-dont-make-junk.html' title='~God Don&apos;t Make Junk~'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-3718462327585031057</id><published>2011-03-05T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:03:10.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Some changes are coming to this blog. It's been on my heart for quite some time to write about much more than our precious child, Faith. Yes, she's the reason the blog was started, and time after time, I've held back my opinions in an effort to keep the tone's blog consistent. Inspired by my sisters-in-law, Jill and Lisa, I've decided to write about subjects with more depth. As Lisa states &lt;a href="http://lisaslittlesliceoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-thoughts-on-egyptian-revolution.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, the blog should be a place to help document for your kids and grandkids to know just who you are and know more about your thoughts and your identity as God's child. Jill uses her blog as a combination of ministry and self-therapy as she writes about dealing with grief after my beautiful niece &lt;a href="http://www.thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt; entered heaven at age 17. Worry not Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and Grandparents, I'm probably going to do a better more consistent documentation of sweet Faith's developments as well. I know you all don't get to see her nearly enough! I've reached a place where I think blogging can help me in my spiritual growth to apply concepts from the Bible, church, family, and everyday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-3718462327585031057?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3718462327585031057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3718462327585031057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3718462327585031057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5750513248614941424</id><published>2010-12-03T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:32:55.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldie Locks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TPm2HfDVzmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gVc64IzSJkw/s1600/Faith%2B20%2Bmonth%2Bhair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546664655794327138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TPm2HfDVzmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gVc64IzSJkw/s400/Faith%2B20%2Bmonth%2Bhair.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Faith's hair! She has the beautiful curls that I had as a little one and that her older Sullivan nieces have, and she has the beautiful almost white hair that her daddy had as a little boy. I cannot tell you how many times people have asked, "did you curl her hair?" Sure people, I had the toddler sit on the sink and said be real still while I put this burning hot iron on your precious little hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do feel for her in that I have inherited my mother's tolerance for patience and empathy when it comes to brushing, washing, and fixing her hair. Might as well grin and bear it, Faith! I did. If a tangle doesn't come out immediately, just tug harder. Now you get the picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the way she loves having bows in her hair and using head bands. She loves to admire herself in the mirror, sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-5750513248614941424?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5750513248614941424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/12/goldie-locks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5750513248614941424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5750513248614941424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/12/goldie-locks.html' title='Goldie Locks'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TPm2HfDVzmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gVc64IzSJkw/s72-c/Faith%2B20%2Bmonth%2Bhair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2945756610500958281</id><published>2010-12-03T20:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:32:17.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the child)'/><title type='text'>10 things I love about Faith at 23 months</title><content type='html'>Faith has kept her mommy so busy lately that I haven't been able to update in a while. Wow, how time flies. Faith is turning two years old this month! In the past couple of weeks, she has really developed her speech so that she is sounding less and less like she's speaking Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top 10 favorite things that she's doing at this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saying&lt;strong&gt; "please"&lt;/strong&gt; with a cheesy little smile that gets her almost anything she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Following Gracie (the chihuahua) around the house with her arms wide open saying &lt;strong&gt;"hugs?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pressing the glowworm in the middle of the night several times in a row just to listen to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Insisting on wearing her rain boots (which are two sizes too big) to school several days in a row and on more than one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way she lights up when she sees her Papaws, and the way any older man in any store also qualifies as a papaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That one of her first intelligible longer sentences at school was &lt;strong&gt;"No Jackson! My toy! Get back!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way Faith loves on her mommy and daddy at night time and gives the best long hugs a parent could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Extremely wet and messy kisses (on the mouth of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How she cannot sit on the potty without saying "My teeth!" She brushes her teeth no less than 4 times a day (that's a week day, many more times on the weekend!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way she mothers her little babies and keeps them in her arms (all five) in the morning while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to change her diaper and get her dressed. &lt;strong&gt;"Babies! Babies! My Babies!"&lt;/strong&gt; Faith, you should not have so many babies, you can't even take care of them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-2945756610500958281?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2945756610500958281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-things-i-love-about-faith-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2945756610500958281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2945756610500958281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-things-i-love-about-faith-right-now.html' title='10 things I love about Faith at 23 months'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-1389116274016365367</id><published>2010-09-04T09:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:31:53.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the child)'/><title type='text'>Little Girl Growing Up, A Summer Recap</title><content type='html'>This is bound to be a long post! The last was in the middle of May and there is so much that has happened in our little family! I cannot believe how much Faith has changed in these short months, you will notice on the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;So, at the end of May, Mommy left her job at Baylor and ventured out to practice speech-language pathology. Daddy has been making great strides in leadership in his job, though he works some early and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; hours.&lt;br /&gt;Our summer start with a visit from Nana and Papaw Sartor. She was spoiled rotten when they left! She loves her papaw! (nothing against Nana, it's just that she likes the men better, she does the same thing with Grandma Nina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513246610768590482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIL8lQH89pI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kPCYltBDYqg/s400/blog+last.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt; Faith has once again moved up a classroom at her school and is she really enjoying all the fun activities at school. Here she is ready for school at the end of May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoECa6gpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uLXD_HCJyh0/s1600/blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083312433431186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoECa6gpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uLXD_HCJyh0/s400/blog+1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With summer comes swimming, and this is something Faith has become somewhat proficient in. Notice the contraption she is wearing below. It is designed to keep the kid afloat, but does not keep your head above water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;automatically&lt;/span&gt;. It requires balance. Faith found out the hard way, and now can balance herself and move about independently around the pool (she wouldn't have it any other way). We've been blessed to have friends with the perfect size and type of pool for&lt;br /&gt;Faith to learn her way about the water in. Here she is taking a break from the pool and sitting up like a big girl in the lawn chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083305744574178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoDpgKpuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NFBqAQ-v-Zk/s400/blog+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that she has explored for the first time this summer is the indoor playgrounds at different neighborhood eating joints. And, of course, she knows that the slide is the most fun when walked up backwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoDPoIjUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/DzDhKNhv1k4/s1600/blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083298798669122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoDPoIjUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/DzDhKNhv1k4/s400/blog+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've known for some time that Faith needed to be getting off the bottle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;all together&lt;/span&gt;. For several months she had been only having a night time bottle. She weaned herself in July. She got to where she would just chew on the bottle at night, and not really drink it. I just quit offering it, and she didn't ask. This is one of her last bottles :( Sniff, Sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoCzIYNoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Jaf-wwXbOAE/s1600/blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083291149284994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoCzIYNoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Jaf-wwXbOAE/s400/blog+4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was a neat experience for us. We had a family wide G and G camp together at a retreat/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ranch&lt;/span&gt; outside of Fort Worth. It was the perfect little get away for us, and Faith really started warming up to her cousins. I don't have any pics from this...need to get them emailed to me. It was here that Faith led her Grandpa Sullivan all over the property several times a day. He would let her explore and just follow her. They were so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigtails have been a staple for Faith this summer. She is hot natured and needs all the help she can get. I try to dress her in as little clothing as possible, while keeping her hair up off her neck. The pigtails also happen to be pretty darn cute! I snapped this in the hallway one morning as she was walking to her classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoCsOFRYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ar-Q7B6HTuI/s1600/blog+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083289294161282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJoCsOFRYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ar-Q7B6HTuI/s400/blog+5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and dad brought Faith my old rocking chair earlier this Spring. That thing is over 25 years old! Faith enjoys it now, and likes to try my patience inventing different ways to sit or stand in the chair. It's cool to see her using this though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnsPVhXpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZCmwqckeEgk/s1600/blog+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082903583612562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnsPVhXpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZCmwqckeEgk/s400/blog+6.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nighttime ritual at our household is a family prayer before bed. Yes, this is sunshine you see...it was daylight at 8pm for quiet some time, but it was still bedtime! Faith gets in her daddy's lap and puts her hands together and we all recite the prayer together. Her favorite part is the "Amen," which she says with quiet some fervor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnrvrEOsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/GSMIyEAJXzs/s1600/blog+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082895084042946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnrvrEOsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/GSMIyEAJXzs/s400/blog+7.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of August rolled around and Grandpa Sullivan's birthday. Faith decided to go and surprise her Grandpa for his birthday. He knew not a word about it and the whole trip was super quick but super special. Here she is with her cousin Hayley and cousin Emily riding around the family farm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Briggsville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnrBdRZDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/c45D__Tl-VY/s1600/blog+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082882678154290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnrBdRZDI/AAAAAAAAAVo/c45D__Tl-VY/s400/blog+8.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a pic of Faith watching Grandma Nina fix a good ole breakfast. I remember many mornings in this very kitchen watching Grandma Anna and Aunt Anna Jewel prepare breakfast. It's cool to see her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;continuing&lt;/span&gt; the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnqVIP0EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/hS3Heb7zyo4/s1600/blog+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082870778810434" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnqVIP0EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/hS3Heb7zyo4/s400/blog+9.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is why that trip was worth it. Faith adores her Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnqF-3PuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wmQ-U_d2hV4/s1600/blog+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082866712919778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJnqF-3PuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wmQ-U_d2hV4/s400/blog+10.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had visitors the next weekend. It is rare that we see each other this often, but Uncle Wes, Hayley and Caitlin came and stayed with us for several days. Faith loved the attention and the excuse to stay up "late" with her cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJluuS2cLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PtMQR_B_K2Y/s1600/blog+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513080747230392498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJluuS2cLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PtMQR_B_K2Y/s400/blog+11.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith and Uncle Wes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJluZLs8iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lbZYbR5iM1M/s1600/blog+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513080741563265570" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJluZLs8iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lbZYbR5iM1M/s400/blog+12.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer also marked Faith's first real hair cut. She was none too excited about this, but with some help from You Tube and daddy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt;, she survived. We only trimmed it, and didn't really have the usual curls that you keep in a baby book. Maybe next time. It's too cute to cut much right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJlt86382I/AAAAAAAAAVA/zZUqH-d9UwE/s1600/blog+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513080733976490850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJlt86382I/AAAAAAAAAVA/zZUqH-d9UwE/s400/blog+13.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith was introduced to the deer woods this month too. We had a family day trip to the deer woods, were we checked daddy's game camera and filled up his feeder. Faith favorite part was getting to "drive" through the pasture and of course, not having to sit in the car seat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJltY155eI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DcRjc2L2NII/s1600/blog+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513080724291970530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJltY155eI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DcRjc2L2NII/s400/blog+14.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very next afternoon she took her first boat ride in daddy's boat. She was enamored at the sights around her and liked the experience....as long as we weren't going over 10 mph. That got old quickly and this turned out to be a brief ride, though a successful one none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJltNzyV4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/50qFxkI88wc/s1600/Blog+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513080721330296706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIJltNzyV4I/AAAAAAAAAUw/50qFxkI88wc/s400/Blog+15.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. You are caught up with the events of our summer. No big destination trips or anything. Just everyday life. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; our time with Faith each evening and every weekend. She is such a joy in our life :) &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/2805289353043136901-1389116274016365367?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1389116274016365367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-girl-growing-up-summer-recap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1389116274016365367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1389116274016365367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-girl-growing-up-summer-recap.html' title='Little Girl Growing Up, A Summer Recap'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/TIL8lQH89pI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kPCYltBDYqg/s72-c/blog+last.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2363585048636657864</id><published>2010-05-17T14:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:38:23.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Afternoon at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325076177267042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S_GaqcUCKWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EIIYeSkdRE4/s400/faith+at+the+park+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Determined that Faith needed to swing, Daddy and I drove all around looking for a park with a good toddler swing. It was a beautiful afternoon, and we'd have stayed all evening if not for the little nagging knats! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325068306614722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S_Gap-_hicI/AAAAAAAAAUA/abi-SmnaFRM/s400/faith+at+the+park+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith liked swinging, at first, then she changed her tune as her poor feet drug through the sand. We need a toddler swing for taller toddlers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325089036689522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S_GarMN9YHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HieI2w7acbg/s400/faith+at+the+park+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith walked out holding on to her daddy's hand. I love this pic!&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325083597158562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S_Gaq39EuKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wn_ZPybIBJI/s400/faith+at+the+park+3.jpg" /&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/2805289353043136901-2363585048636657864?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2363585048636657864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/05/afternoon-at-park.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2363585048636657864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2363585048636657864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/05/afternoon-at-park.html' title='An Afternoon at the Park'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S_GaqcUCKWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EIIYeSkdRE4/s72-c/faith+at+the+park+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8569193518201123278</id><published>2010-05-17T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:32:29.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Lil' Huntress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S_GZxgLPzUI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3psCCj9lk_o/s1600/daddy%27s+huntress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472324097961610562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S_GZxgLPzUI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3psCCj9lk_o/s400/daddy%27s+huntress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8569193518201123278?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8569193518201123278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/05/daddys-lil-huntress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8569193518201123278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8569193518201123278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/05/daddys-lil-huntress.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Lil&apos; Huntress'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S_GZxgLPzUI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3psCCj9lk_o/s72-c/daddy%27s+huntress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4518568799580076603</id><published>2010-05-12T09:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:42:00.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it may sound cliche, but we are part of a quaint little dinner club where 4 couples rotate homes each month for a evening get together. Three of the couples have little girls all around the same age. Payton and Macy are about 20 months old, while Faith is 16 months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night at our get together, the girls had an absolute blast playing together. They started a game that involved running in a herd from one end of the house to the other. Oh, and this house is Josh and Britni's, and they don't have kids just yet. So you can imagine the anxious way we watched the girls to make sure they didn't get into anything that was less than baby proof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I managed to get this short video to give you an idea of our night, and why we had headaches at the end of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8f882e11f8f84659" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f882e11f8f84659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E9C0A30B51917E6C0814967E28C5D859501833B.625B46C33B77D69D242D3D8E21698446841C9990%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f882e11f8f84659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Duvrj8L1Vv7Hd2ZxEj3YvYPx_SpY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f882e11f8f84659%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E9C0A30B51917E6C0814967E28C5D859501833B.625B46C33B77D69D242D3D8E21698446841C9990%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f882e11f8f84659%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Duvrj8L1Vv7Hd2ZxEj3YvYPx_SpY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later on, Faith started to push Britni's coffee table around on the floor, and when Macy tried to join in the effort, Faith boxed her out using elbows and all! That's my girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, we really enjoy this time each month to see how the girls have changed and compare life stories. Now, our evenings will forever be more interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we got home, I put Faith, who was already in PJ's, down and asked her if she was ready to go night night. She shook her head yes, ran into her room, and threw her arms up at her crib. I gave her a kiss and lifted her into her bed, where she snuggled in for the night. I have it so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4518568799580076603?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4518568799580076603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinner-club.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4518568799580076603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4518568799580076603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinner-club.html' title='Dinner Club'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5624186378695206040</id><published>2010-05-11T08:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:01:53.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey time with Daddy: Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, turkey season in Texas is almost over and daddy has really had some success. Faith and I really like it when dad kills a turkey, because that means he will bring us breakfast back and be home when we wake up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy has made it a tradition, he wants a pic with Faith and his turkeys. Here is the first ever Faith/Dad/Turkey pic: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S-lhuJTEFPI/AAAAAAAAATw/SeOCkj-oqXA/s1600/Faith,+Dad,+and+Turkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470010667815933170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S-lhuJTEFPI/AAAAAAAAATw/SeOCkj-oqXA/s400/Faith,+Dad,+and+Turkey.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, again, check out the difference a year makes! And, yes, that is Gracie sniffing the poor turkey. She was concerned that it may be faking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S-lht9vGu3I/AAAAAAAAATo/_V2wbriveP8/s1600/dad+and+faith+and+turkey+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470010664712321906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S-lht9vGu3I/AAAAAAAAATo/_V2wbriveP8/s400/dad+and+faith+and+turkey+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yet, a different turkey, and a baby who is NOT willing to stand still for the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470010659968467922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S-lhtsEFQ9I/AAAAAAAAATg/dGDvk1ZwpZs/s400/faith+escapes+dad+and+turnkey+april+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus ends turkey season 2010, and my apologies to those appalled by the pics of dead birds. I am immune to these feelings by now!&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/2805289353043136901-5624186378695206040?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5624186378695206040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/05/turkey-time-with-daddy-then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5624186378695206040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5624186378695206040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/05/turkey-time-with-daddy-then-and-now.html' title='Turkey time with Daddy: Then and Now'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S-lhuJTEFPI/AAAAAAAAATw/SeOCkj-oqXA/s72-c/Faith,+Dad,+and+Turkey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8538361634139074959</id><published>2010-04-24T21:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:58:11.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Bonnets 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S9OtHHrxLeI/AAAAAAAAATA/Pjwh3M7k2NE/s1600/faith+bluebonnets+2010+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463901110763859426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S9OtHHrxLeI/AAAAAAAAATA/Pjwh3M7k2NE/s400/faith+bluebonnets+2010+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We almost waited too long, but we finally gots some pics of Faith in the Texas Blue Bonnets this year. It stinks that it's best to wait until dusk, right when Faith is ready to go to bed. We are lucky to have snapped a few good ones :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463901100732787666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S9OtGiULK9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/zJvhiy81SMU/s400/faith+bluebonnets+2010+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463901094979829698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S9OtGM4j_8I/AAAAAAAAASw/L967UMAvPws/s400/faith+bluebonnets+2010+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463899940973835426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S9OsDB4F9KI/AAAAAAAAASo/HNAyTayvuls/s400/faith+bluebonnets+2010+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My how she has changed since last year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463902382725224866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S9OuRKG_WaI/AAAAAAAAATI/LbeyXJHaofM/s400/100_0645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8538361634139074959?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8538361634139074959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue-bonnets-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8538361634139074959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8538361634139074959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue-bonnets-2010.html' title='Blue Bonnets 2010'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S9OtHHrxLeI/AAAAAAAAATA/Pjwh3M7k2NE/s72-c/faith+bluebonnets+2010+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-546673671055422009</id><published>2010-04-05T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:38:36.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662544422514834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1rGt7sJI/AAAAAAAAASI/lRO_q8FEoqI/s400/easter+2010_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1sVP40hI/AAAAAAAAASg/6Py0X340k7I/s1600/easter+2010_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662565502898706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1sVP40hI/AAAAAAAAASg/6Py0X340k7I/s400/easter+2010_41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1sN7LgnI/AAAAAAAAASY/f-O9CCbkrZo/s1600/easter+2010_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662563536994930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1sN7LgnI/AAAAAAAAASY/f-O9CCbkrZo/s400/easter+2010_23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1ruU8fII/AAAAAAAAASQ/N3arqY84FVk/s1600/easter+2010_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662555055127682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1ruU8fII/AAAAAAAAASQ/N3arqY84FVk/s400/easter+2010_35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1q8aFpiI/AAAAAAAAASA/3IKow3dZA-A/s1600/easter+2010_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662541654926882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1q8aFpiI/AAAAAAAAASA/3IKow3dZA-A/s400/easter+2010_28.jpg" /&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/2805289353043136901-546673671055422009?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/546673671055422009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/546673671055422009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/546673671055422009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-2010.html' title='Happy Easter 2010'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7n1rGt7sJI/AAAAAAAAASI/lRO_q8FEoqI/s72-c/easter+2010_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2182511161183250941</id><published>2010-04-05T08:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:31:58.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Faith...You are the center of attention, please enjoy</title><content type='html'>Part of our mission as parents is to teach our children the real meaning behind our marketed frivolous modern holidays. We are to find a way to make sure our kids recognize that Christ's birthday is the real celebration at Christmas, and that Christ's resurrection is the celebration of Easter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point in our 15 month-old's life, she is the center of attention. No question. She proved her desire to be on the stage in several overt ways this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I took her to see her first Baylor softball game of the season. Last season, Faith was quite a doll, literally, a 3 month old sweet thing that we easily took care of while watching the game. This year, I knew things would be different. I didn't think I would get to watch the game at all! Boy was I wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved the game! She loved watching the people, and she screamed and squealed every time a play was made. You could tell she was watching the ball, because her head would follow the ball on a pop up or other obvious play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this has something to do with her parents agging her on at home, but she thought she had really done something amazing, when our junior slugger, JV, hit the game winning RBI in extra innings and the crowd went wild. She was reveling in her victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659528390964898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7ny7jH-dqI/AAAAAAAAARo/G7gqpjRVXtM/s400/april+2010+egg+hunt.jpg" /&gt;After the game, there was an Easter egg "hunt" in the outfield. I say hunt, but it was really more of a free for all. I placed Faith in a strategic spot with 3 eggs close together to give her a fighting chance vs. the big kids. I let her go, and she ran right at the eggs. In fact, she ran right past them, to the infield. She stood in the pitcher's circle and twirled around with a big smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659538161630338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7ny8Hhe_II/AAAAAAAAARw/qfW0_Wqwe8Y/s400/april+2010+egg+hunt_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659541822486626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7ny8VKTOGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4WUOWWNJKm0/s400/april+2010+egg+hunt_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she knew that this place was where all eyes are fixed during the game. I wonder if she knew that her momma was a pitcher? Hmm, she has a future in the spotlight, not sure where it will be though, because the next day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the service was over at church, during which she earned high honors for good behavior from those sitting around us, she was let down and immediately ran for the pulpit area! She climbed up on the stage and gained that huge smile again. Again, she knew that this was where every one's eyes are fixed in the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456657814248828914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7nxXxcpL_I/AAAAAAAAARg/Ef9ULmS_OEg/s400/easter+2010_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's fine for her to enjoy the time in her life when the world revolves around her. After all, my parents had me thinking I was one of a kind on this world. I truly believed that God made me special. Not just "special" but extra "special" as if I possess qualities none on this earth could simulate. lol....not that my parents intended this, but I just thought I was something else. Maybe it gave me to confidence to believe I was different and to make more sound decisions in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, like my parents did with me, as we continue to point Faith to the Father, she too will realize that she is special in that she is a child of God. She will one day look past herself to others and more importantly, look to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you, Faith! You superstar!&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;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/2805289353043136901-2182511161183250941?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2182511161183250941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-faithyou-are-center-of-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2182511161183250941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2182511161183250941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-faithyou-are-center-of-attention.html' title='Yes, Faith...You are the center of attention, please enjoy'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7ny7jH-dqI/AAAAAAAAARo/G7gqpjRVXtM/s72-c/april+2010+egg+hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-6907088153995512486</id><published>2010-03-29T16:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:30:52.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's First Dance with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7Ebqkx7ZZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pGGZB09YuAs/s1600/Faith+Wedding+3-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454171041963926930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7Ebqkx7ZZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pGGZB09YuAs/s400/Faith+Wedding+3-2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After a friend's wedding, Daddy and Faith got this great opportunity to dance while waiting on the arrival of the bridal party. During this time, she also had several twirls and foot stomping fits that weren't captured on video. She has the cutest little pink cowgirl boots that she wore to this Western-style wedding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daddy and Faith had a great time on the floor that afternoon, and both of us had our hands full following Faith around the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad1e8530331ad826" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad1e8530331ad826%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7467F07E76C08C88293B1C163D406A542BA74F51.30F36CDA6885B4930FCDAD21CBA5CBE44913B725%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad1e8530331ad826%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7ptiW9xiGReEGgOqt1fG--ZyfEU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad1e8530331ad826%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7467F07E76C08C88293B1C163D406A542BA74F51.30F36CDA6885B4930FCDAD21CBA5CBE44913B725%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad1e8530331ad826%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7ptiW9xiGReEGgOqt1fG--ZyfEU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-6907088153995512486?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6907088153995512486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/03/faiths-first-dance-with-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6907088153995512486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6907088153995512486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/03/faiths-first-dance-with-daddy.html' title='Faith&apos;s First Dance with Daddy'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S7Ebqkx7ZZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pGGZB09YuAs/s72-c/Faith+Wedding+3-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8905424919310308220</id><published>2010-02-25T13:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:29:41.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the concept)'/><title type='text'>Cousin Hannah</title><content type='html'>A year ago Faith's oldest cousin, Hannah Joy, entered Heaven. Hannah has left such a lasting legacy for her family, her friends, and even strangers, bringing all of us closer to Him and teaching us to look to Him when we fail ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442276444389338658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4bZl31NbiI/AAAAAAAAARI/BoHcJQ_223s/s400/G+%26+G+2007+155.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith will hear about Hannah all of her life and be held to a high standard. Hannah, the oldest cousin and "leader of the pack" led an exemplary life for Christ. As her mom would quickly add, she wasn't perfect, none of us are, but she took on her life storm with nothing but grace.&lt;br /&gt;Below is a pic of the first time Hannah met Faith. This was near the end of January of last year. I won't say it's the first and last time they will meet, because we know there will be a joyful reunion at Home one day. This is probably the only pic of all 7 granddaughters together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442276427504859506" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4bZk47ouXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/P5NuSLhdOQU/s400/Picture+159.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442276439663887346" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4bZlmOkw_I/AAAAAAAAARA/RS56TS7T9cI/s400/100_0288.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we found out we were pregnant, Hannah was the first cousin I called. I remember her screaming "You're pregnant!!!?!!! Mom, Aunt Sarah is pregnant!" She was super excited as was the rest of the crew. Faith and Katie Joy (born just after Hannah went to Heaven) won't remember the physical Hannah, but her story will penetrate their lives and inspire them to live their life in such a way that points others to the Lord. Read more about Hannah's story &lt;a href="http://www.thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hannah Joy, WE MISS YOU! &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/2805289353043136901-8905424919310308220?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8905424919310308220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/cousin-hannah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8905424919310308220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8905424919310308220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/cousin-hannah.html' title='Cousin Hannah'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4bZl31NbiI/AAAAAAAAARI/BoHcJQ_223s/s72-c/G+%26+G+2007+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-6710655642308674139</id><published>2010-02-20T12:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:12:44.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with Sydney Kitty Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;With these ear infections Faith has been having, we have been trying to decide what is keeping her stopped up. One plausible cause would be our 15 pound 1st child of the feline type. Oh yeah, with long shaggy hair that is annoying to clean up all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suggested this idea to our doctor who said that he couldn't do allergy tests on Faith until she is 4. He recommended getting the cat out of the house for several weeks to see if Faith improved with the cat gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440405583017929986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4A0DaHV7QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ekcvkcpO47I/s400/sydney+in+jeopardy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would any of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; believe that there are not a tons of our friends out there dying to keep our cat for a couple of weeks? Poor Sydney, your family member status is in jeopardy....you'd better start doing laundry or something. Faith loves you, but you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allude&lt;/span&gt; her. This combined with your dander, just can't be tolerated much longer. What are we going to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-6710655642308674139?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6710655642308674139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-to-do-with-sydney-kitty-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6710655642308674139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6710655642308674139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-to-do-with-sydney-kitty-cat.html' title='What to do with Sydney Kitty Cat'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4A0DaHV7QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ekcvkcpO47I/s72-c/sydney+in+jeopardy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-764730786030872970</id><published>2010-02-20T12:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:34:06.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the child)'/><title type='text'>Can I just stay under this table, Mom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, We all loaded up to go get Faith's 12 month vaccinations. They had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;postponed&lt;/span&gt; because of her ear infection issues, so she got them at more like 14 months, which is fine with us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room at Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Loden's&lt;/span&gt; office is brightly colored and painted with a lot of fish and undersea creatures. Faith prided herself in running from wall to wall and slamming her hands on the wall. After a long time of doing this, I think she started to get nervous. She loved the paper on the examine table and tried pulling it off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440406048747127490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4A0ehF1gsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/P3z4B2mWHp4/s400/faith+14+month+shots+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440406055969078338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4A0e7_rvEI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rz5n2yar71E/s400/faith+14+month+shots+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also tried escaping through the door, but she could quite work the handle...&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;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440406044662039650" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4A0eR34BGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WwhGPmHNGW4/s400/faith+14+month+shots+1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she gave up on escape, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conceded&lt;/span&gt; to hiding under the desk...do I have to come out?? Shots (4 of them) hurt but were OK....bottles make lots of things Ok.&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;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/2805289353043136901-764730786030872970?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/764730786030872970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-i-just-stay-under-this-table-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/764730786030872970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/764730786030872970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-i-just-stay-under-this-table-mom.html' title='Can I just stay under this table, Mom?'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S4A0ehF1gsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/P3z4B2mWHp4/s72-c/faith+14+month+shots+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-1369305191808695582</id><published>2010-02-09T14:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:49:43.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, So Now You Like Your Hat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S3HKWdkSZtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gkJV52c1ANw/s1600-h/Faith+hat+2-10+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436348712455661266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S3HKWdkSZtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gkJV52c1ANw/s400/Faith+hat+2-10+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S3HKWFM50SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/p3kTbaRXJzI/s1600-h/faith+hat+2-10+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436348705915130146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S3HKWFM50SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/p3kTbaRXJzI/s400/faith+hat+2-10+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When her daddy first brought this hat home for Faith, she couldn't stand to have it on her head! The only way we'd get pics is to distract her for long enough to snap a shot. Well, the hat has been living in the toy bin and Faith has rediscovered it. She now brings it to us and makes up put it on her head. She does this over and over again! She's just started to put it on and take it off her little doll too! I love to watch how she is learning functions of things. She tries to brush her hair, put her shoes on, put her daddy's nasty socks back on him, and this morning she took a clean diaper, put it between her legs and sat on it! Smart girl! What's next?&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/2805289353043136901-1369305191808695582?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1369305191808695582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-so-now-you-like-your-hat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1369305191808695582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1369305191808695582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-so-now-you-like-your-hat.html' title='Oh, So Now You Like Your Hat?'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S3HKWdkSZtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gkJV52c1ANw/s72-c/Faith+hat+2-10+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8410761513657683117</id><published>2010-02-04T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:11:47.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Daddy's Game</title><content type='html'>You remember the stare down game? Where two people stare at each other emotionless until one finally cracks a smile and both start laughing? Well, Faith and her daddy have started a similar game that takes place in daddy's lap almost every night the past week for about half-an-hour at a time. Not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when they just kept laughing back and forth at each other. Then, I got daddy's attention and told him to make a serious face. He did, she observed and then got him to crack his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; face. They continued laughing when suddenly, Faith got an ice cold emotionless face. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; copied her, and the stare-off began. These stare offs don't last that long, however, as both crack fairly easily. Faith will through her head back in laughter. It's such a joy to watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8410761513657683117?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8410761513657683117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-and-daddys-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8410761513657683117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8410761513657683117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-and-daddys-game.html' title='Faith and Daddy&apos;s Game'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7018530628658132218</id><published>2010-02-04T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:03:29.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mommy! Now, I need some advice.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a bad mommy for not keeping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; posted on Faith's latest accomplishments. Her personality just oozes from her now, and she will win you over with her big ole cheesy smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, I'm needing some advice from you on a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When do I have to take her off her bottle? I have friends that have already completely taken away the bottle. Faith likes her bottle, and I like giving it to her...I'm not ready to give this up, but is there something I should know?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's the best way to get rid of the dramatic "back bending" fits she throws? She does this when she's hungry or otherwise disgruntled. It's a bit much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When did you start potty training with your kids, if you have any. When is too early? Reason I ask, Faith predictable goes tinkle every time she watches the tub fill up with water. She is now 13 months old. My mom suggested getting a potty and just letting her go at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt;. Any tips? Suggestions? Warnings?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for your input! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cherish&lt;/span&gt; your thoughts family and friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-7018530628658132218?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7018530628658132218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-mommy-now-i-need-some-advice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7018530628658132218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7018530628658132218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-mommy-now-i-need-some-advice.html' title='Bad Mommy! Now, I need some advice.'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2506496331548725765</id><published>2010-01-17T10:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:33:40.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith (the child)'/><title type='text'>Basketball Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55742f83e04e37ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55742f83e04e37ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE3CF26447A9765B218C539B4AC2684883F6A6D6.2C7B595821CB05FE9109FD70C7F2C6B23704E33C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55742f83e04e37ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DncLIDDTFKxYf8YnV9BX-t5mJ7wA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55742f83e04e37ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE3CF26447A9765B218C539B4AC2684883F6A6D6.2C7B595821CB05FE9109FD70C7F2C6B23704E33C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55742f83e04e37ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DncLIDDTFKxYf8YnV9BX-t5mJ7wA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Faith after a recent Lady Bears basketball game. She was so attentive to the game, and though she was tired...so tired....she kept smiling at people and stayed involved in the game. In the above video, we went down to the court after the game to wait for some of the girls to return from the lockerroom. Faith pushed her way between the seats that make up the bench and spent about 15 minutes walking around the court, bright-eyed and bushy tailed! She was enthralled! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427911546222328818" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S1PQywDSu_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/d7bGpQOmIXM/s400/Faith+Basketball+jan2010.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-2506496331548725765?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2506496331548725765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/01/basketball-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2506496331548725765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2506496331548725765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2010/01/basketball-fun.html' title='Basketball Fun'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/S1PQywDSu_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/d7bGpQOmIXM/s72-c/Faith+Basketball+jan2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8737192707341128885</id><published>2009-12-23T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:52:48.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Faith McKinley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday sweet little girl! You have brought joy and light into our lives since the day we found out you were joining our family. Now, your personality is growing daily along with your beautiful blonde hair, and you are blossoming from a baby girl to a little lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418800173245639202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNyDCshqiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DGftoHt54tU/s400/DSC03188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took your first steps last week, and since then, you've become braver and braver, who knows what you will do next? You are the sweetest little one with your wet kisses and loving hugs. Lately, you refuse to go to sleep, afraid you will miss something important! You stay busy, busy, busy all the time. We love you Faith McKinley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8737192707341128885?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8737192707341128885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-faith-mckinley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8737192707341128885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8737192707341128885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-faith-mckinley.html' title='Happy Birthday Faith McKinley'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNyDCshqiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DGftoHt54tU/s72-c/DSC03188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4591794810485388544</id><published>2009-12-21T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:24:32.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowgirl Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418795619488979138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNt5-oVWMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BbuuhhPod6Q/s320/DSC03142.JPG" /&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;Faith's first birthday party was this past weekend, and we rocked it cowgirl style! Faith sported a pink pearl snap cowgirl shirt, jeans, boots, and a princess cowgirl hat (only long enough for her to knock it off her head). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418795621606436722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNt6GhLL3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Tijv6Tmum3c/s320/DSC03135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her little friends came wearing their little cowgirl boots. The party favors were personalized, diva-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ized&lt;/span&gt; cowgirl hats. Faith was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt; with the whole event. At one point, she stood solo in the kitchen staring at everyone standing around her for about 10 minutes. We were wondering when her little legs would tire! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418838516929643250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzOU68DLwvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cgx-pf5Q4ec/s400/our+family+dec+09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418797868676017042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNv85gT65I/AAAAAAAAAPM/zC2GG2T-hik/s320/DSC03214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418795631802915634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNt6sgNGzI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o7Ev6VmBs3g/s320/DSC03195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She opened her presents and got some neat things! A fisher price school bus, a personalized apron, a radio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; push/ride toy, clothes, a jack-in-the box, and from mom and dad, a radio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; bouncing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;horsie&lt;/span&gt; (a cowgirl must). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418797860689416530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNv8bwKEVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/G3d5uSFgfNg/s320/DSC03164.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418838511724544050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzOU6oqMQDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dyHRpLAlTeo/s400/faith+cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it came time for cake, Faith was all about her chocolate cake with chocolate icing! She did not dive in, but carefully, she started with just a taste of icing, and after several minutes, dug right in! Faith fell into a sugar coma, as you can see below with her pic with Grandpa and Grandma. She had to be undressed in the kitchen and taken promptly to the bathtub. After her party, she slept in mommy's arms. Mommy noticed that there was still cake in her ear even after the bath and hair washing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418838516929643250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzOU68DLwvI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cgx-pf5Q4ec/s400/our+family+dec+09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418797875704570514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNv9TsDIpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wnqaRdSL0tw/s320/DSC03255.JPG" /&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/2805289353043136901-4591794810485388544?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4591794810485388544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/12/cowgirl-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4591794810485388544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4591794810485388544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/12/cowgirl-up.html' title='Cowgirl Up!'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SzNt5-oVWMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BbuuhhPod6Q/s72-c/DSC03142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7986687738155327815</id><published>2009-12-07T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:30:48.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving---a little belated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sx2AGjvyn2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/idykjFXRDXo/s1600-h/100_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I've felt overwhelmed with the task of explaining our Thanksgiving Break...I have finally drawn the courage to attempt a synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our break began on Tuesday the 24th, when we piled into the truck 3 dogs, 1 baby, 2 adults, and loads of luggage. This was the first time Faith had ridden in her seat facing forward, and I thought she would absolutely love it! Um, no. She could see us and therefore wanted our attention...that is full attention at all time please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it to the farm at a decent hour and spent some QT with Grandma and Grandpa Sullivan before falling asleep. While there, Bubba went duck hunting the first several mornings. He would get up at 5:30 and leave at 5:50 or so, then Faith would be up soon after! Once she awoke in a new place, there wasn't much chance of her going back to sleep. So we spent several cold morning playing with Grandma in the living room. I waited patiently for her to get sleepy again and get another little nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday afternoon, Faith's cousins started to arrive. We gathered firewood and had a huge family bond fire Wednesday night with SMORES! Yummy. Other than my brothers trying to catch us all on fire by putting leaves on the fire as we were standing near it, we really enjoyed our time together. Faith sat most of the night with Uncle Sully. She actually fell asleep in his arms. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412624556392699938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sx2BW1JX2CI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4pnyPub6MnA/s320/100_1620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving Day came, and Faith dawned her Turkey shirt that I made her. See pic. She watched her cousins put up an artificial tree and decorate it . When it came time to eat, Faith was up to trying new things. She really loved Aunt Jill's sweet potato casserole, and Uncle Sully's fried turkey. Grandma Nina's mashed potatoes were a hit as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412625063151185970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sx2B0U-AsDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fG--B0K2eJ4/s320/100_1627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, once we recovered and got back from hunting, Uncle Sully bravely put on his Santa suit for a photo shoot with Faith which yielded one, yes one, picture of Faith with a smile. You can look in your snail mailbox for that pic. The others looked more like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412623168953669954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sx2AGEiIWUI/AAAAAAAAANs/lFoBDDApqeE/s320/100_1661.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith also got her first kiss that night. From her second cousin, Matthew. Ahhhh....so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412623158168188002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sx2AFcWq9GI/AAAAAAAAANc/AqNdqAQjugo/s320/100_1655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the farm on Friday to head to El Dorado where we stayed at Aunt Chasity and Cousin Lauren's new place. They were sweet to have us and we loved our time with them. Faith and her cousin attempted a bath together, but Faith did not, I repeat, did not like the bubbles and immediately demanded to be taken out of the tub! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday and Sunday we spent some time with Nanny Betty and Papaw T.J., Uncle Dean and Aunt Rose Marie and John. Faith learned a new trick while visiting them, she learned how to do the Indian call. She even tried to do this to herself in the cutest little uncoordinated way if you can imagine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home, it rained. Oh, and everyone was on the interstate! Bubba got a great idea to cut through the backwoods. We went through places that didn't even have a convenient store! Faith was not that sleepy, unfortunately, and she watched her Baby Faith dvd about 18 times. NOT kidding. The Lord brought us safely home. Though cranky, we were all so happy to be back home. &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/2805289353043136901-7986687738155327815?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7986687738155327815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-little-belated.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7986687738155327815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7986687738155327815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-little-belated.html' title='Thanksgiving---a little belated'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sx2BW1JX2CI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4pnyPub6MnA/s72-c/100_1620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-3625991285862177242</id><published>2009-11-19T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:23:14.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F.A.I.T.H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day, when Faith asks us why she was named "Faith," boy do we have a story to tell! Faith was a shining gift of light on an otherwise dark year for us and our family. I ran across this neat interpretation of faith and thought I'd share with you and with our Faith some day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is for Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot have eternal life and heaven without God's forgiveness. "In Him (Jesus) we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sin" Ephesians 1:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for Available&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is available for all. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life" John 3:16, But not automatic:"Not everyone who says to Me, 'Lord, Lord' shall enter the kingdom of heaven" Matthew 7:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for Impossible&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible for God to allow sin into heaven. God is Love, John 3:16Just, "For judgment is without mercy" James 2:13 Man is Sinful" For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" Romans 3:23Question: But how can a sinful person enter heaven, where God allows no sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for Turn&lt;br /&gt;Turn means repent or change directionTurn from something- sin and self" But unless you repent you will all likewise perish" Luke 13:3 Turn to someone; trust Christ only" Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures; and that He was buried and that He rose again the third day according to the Scriptures" 1 Cor. 15:3-4"If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved" Romans 10:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for Heaven. Heaven is eternal life&lt;br /&gt;Here "I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly" John 10:10Hereafter" And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also" John 14:3 How can a person have God's forgiveness, heaven and eternal life, and Jesus as personal Savior and Lord? Romans 10:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.A.I.T.H "Forsaking All I Trust Him"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-3625991285862177242?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3625991285862177242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3625991285862177242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3625991285862177242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith.html' title='F.A.I.T.H.'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7652299279819528763</id><published>2009-11-16T14:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:40:10.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Weekend at the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SwG3UIPWhoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5QzLIg9RFm8/s1600/Faith+at+Briggsville+opening+weekend+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404802584258446978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SwG3UIPWhoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5QzLIg9RFm8/s400/Faith+at+Briggsville+opening+weekend+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our future little deer hunter! Notice the boots courtesy of Uncle Sully and Aunt Maria. Her outfit is complete with pink camo pants (hard to see here) and a pink camo hat that her dad got her that has a pic of a little deer and says "I'm aDOEable." You might be wandering what it is that has her attention. Well, she is witnessing her first deer skinning. She was fascinated with the entire experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular night, I went hunting with Bubba, and Faith stayed at the house with Grandma. When we returned and knew that a deer had been taken, we picked Faith up and put her between us on the four wheeler (which she loved!) and rode over to where they were skinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other firsts of the weekend included eating her first piece of mud and having brown slobber ooze out of her mouth as I wrestled her to take out the clump of mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy got an 8 point on Sunday, and I have a pic I will post soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-7652299279819528763?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7652299279819528763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/11/opening-weekend-at-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7652299279819528763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7652299279819528763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/11/opening-weekend-at-farm.html' title='Opening Weekend at the Farm'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SwG3UIPWhoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5QzLIg9RFm8/s72-c/Faith+at+Briggsville+opening+weekend+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4116529242358961332</id><published>2009-11-10T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:03:19.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out, She's Walking !</title><content type='html'>Look out World! At lunch today Faith starting walking behind her push toy. She's pulled up behind it before, but she's never walked. She went all the way across the living room like four times before I had to leave and go back to work :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-359323fc6541ae10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D359323fc6541ae10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5220D78B71C6767F27A5FFCA085617A42D6E0461.72CE6962F0A4B699148A44A2B24E515D458B1BD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D359323fc6541ae10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dky-9N17PNGVkCfiNMu4QEjqa-t8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D359323fc6541ae10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5220D78B71C6767F27A5FFCA085617A42D6E0461.72CE6962F0A4B699148A44A2B24E515D458B1BD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D359323fc6541ae10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dky-9N17PNGVkCfiNMu4QEjqa-t8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Nina is keeping her right now. She rode down with Uncle Sully, who was on business, and is staying with us all week! We are taking her back when we head back to Arkansas this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4116529242358961332?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4116529242358961332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-out-shes-walking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4116529242358961332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4116529242358961332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-out-shes-walking.html' title='Look out, She&apos;s Walking !'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-375659602749782944</id><published>2009-10-21T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:25:53.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check up</title><content type='html'>Though this is belated, Faith's 9 month check-up yielded surprising news...Faith is 31 inches long already! yikes! Thankfully, everything is proportional. She weighs an even 25 pounds now.&lt;br /&gt;Her dad and I are convinced she will be driving us around all too soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395600265034038178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SuEF2ptbe6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/xUdKSo1S_W4/s400/100_1060_00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-375659602749782944?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/375659602749782944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/375659602749782944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/375659602749782944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-up.html' title='Check up'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SuEF2ptbe6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/xUdKSo1S_W4/s72-c/100_1060_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2238184605355470400</id><published>2009-10-21T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:55:50.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins, Pumpkins, Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395601406409236194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SuEG5Fqe3uI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ck55fK_hiUo/s400/Our+Little+Family+October+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith had the opportunity to meet with some friends at a local church's pumpkin patch this past weekend. The three, all within several months of each other, enjoyed their time despite all three had been woken from a nap by their parents. Payton, who just turned one year, brought her new radio flyer wagon and Faith absolutely loved it! Thanks for sharing, Payton!&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395601417281498322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SuEG5uKobNI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZaK1WML5bmM/s400/100_1356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, we carved pumpkins at the house. Much to my dismay, Faith wasn't too keen on getting all the pumpkin gook all over her. I tried desensitization with her, and I rubbed the gook all over her...that didn't work out to well. I finally got some finger paint out and put a glob on the pumpkin and let her smear it around with her fingers. That seemed to work just fine!&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395601403224865106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SuEG45zROVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/knd6pan1gOg/s400/100_1308.jpg" /&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;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/2805289353043136901-2238184605355470400?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2238184605355470400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkins-pumpkins-pumpkins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2238184605355470400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2238184605355470400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkins-pumpkins-pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins, Pumpkins, Pumpkins'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SuEG5Fqe3uI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ck55fK_hiUo/s72-c/Our+Little+Family+October+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4993184706124348801</id><published>2009-10-15T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:26:29.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~This IS her first Rodeo~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sti6KMdOYFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dPP4FJweP4I/s1600-h/100_1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Faith to the Heart of Texas Fair and Rodeo several nights ago. Faith already loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;horsies&lt;/span&gt;...Daddy's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;horsie&lt;/span&gt;, Aunt Bibi's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;horsie&lt;/span&gt;, and her stuffed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;horsie&lt;/span&gt;. She recognized the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;horsie's&lt;/span&gt; on the arena floor and was instantly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt;. She stood and squealed! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c56ec6f15485139" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c56ec6f15485139%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EC906BDB2E9A221BE14A93BE06D0A8185F9E7BB.233FDF426272D12F145FBB4FEDC94746BD6F09E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c56ec6f15485139%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMj3Cs4cx63nieGdPcZnF_R3aZR4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c56ec6f15485139%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EC906BDB2E9A221BE14A93BE06D0A8185F9E7BB.233FDF426272D12F145FBB4FEDC94746BD6F09E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c56ec6f15485139%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMj3Cs4cx63nieGdPcZnF_R3aZR4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith got a from The Texas Rodeo Princess...ewwww...ahhh...No, the girl was really sweet and she took a picture with Faith and gave her a personalized autographed pic of her. Mom and dad didn't plan ahead too well. We had to take turns with Aunt Bibi and Uncle Josh carrying all 26 pounds of her. We did get to see Payton and her family. Payton is in Faith's class at school...she just turned one last week! After the Rodeo, we went off to see the sights...mostly the animals...I got home and my card had lost most of the pics :( Going to have to get a new card for the camera...&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393265234064001874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sti6J9fZS1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/I2Oar_P22gA/s400/100_1296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4993184706124348801?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4993184706124348801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-her-first-rodeo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4993184706124348801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4993184706124348801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-her-first-rodeo.html' title='~~~~~This IS her first Rodeo~~~~~'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sti6J9fZS1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/I2Oar_P22gA/s72-c/100_1296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5200137608390321045</id><published>2009-10-11T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:23:51.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to Briggsville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Grandma Nina with her Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Briggsville, AR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391360085751777090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/StH1bu90R0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/syzFhhwQ7bE/s400/Girls+with+Grandma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith assisting uncle Mark with breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391360073837844194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/StH1bClUFuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E6uX1pet5Fs/s400/faith+and+sully.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Faith with her Nana and Papaw Sartor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391360086090663362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/StH1bwOnRcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fdndMaKZv_s/s400/nana+and+papaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy apologizes for the belated updates....we've had a lot going on! Several weekends ago, Faith got to take her first weekend trip to the family farm in Briggsville. She got to play with her sweet cousins and see Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Mark and Aunt Maria, Uncle Brad and Uncle Wes, Nana and Papaw Sartor, and her second cousin and future farm playmate, Matthew (age 1). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just the weekend before, Faith had started to crawl. She warmed up to everyone and began displaying her skills, going from table to table pulling up and reaching for all types of treasures that Grandma used for decoration. This was her first time with most of the family together since February. She definitely brings a new element to the get togethers. One night as everyone ate, Faith sat slap dab in the middle of the dinner table, eating whatever people would feed her and reveling in the center of attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith with her Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391359499821937762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/StH05oNQdGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FXzcM4EdIdY/s400/Faith+and+daddy+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith's First Cousins' Twist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391359489741377378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/StH05Cp3T2I/AAAAAAAAALw/KhS3SLOsguw/s400/Faith%27s+First+Cousin+Twist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sullivan Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391359488520186162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/StH04-GtaTI/AAAAAAAAALo/TW8wAso3V8o/s400/Girls+on+the+truck+1.jpg" /&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/2805289353043136901-5200137608390321045?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5200137608390321045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-trip-to-briggsville.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5200137608390321045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5200137608390321045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-trip-to-briggsville.html' title='First Trip to Briggsville'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/StH1bu90R0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/syzFhhwQ7bE/s72-c/Girls+with+Grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8031925804579764682</id><published>2009-09-20T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:06:24.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling---for real this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I finally caught it on camera today....seems like Faith really likes my flip flop. She will crawl for it over any other toy she owns! She's really getting the hang of it now, so I wanted to capture it to share with ya'll!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de44b40de4b3b43f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde44b40de4b3b43f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82CD9D6F0A6CA10D064BFE69DD246C6023D41828.6E927EADB74B09BF42013886C91A13795D15646E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde44b40de4b3b43f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzt9noHAhguYI_RDMuflQDGxD-lI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde44b40de4b3b43f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82CD9D6F0A6CA10D064BFE69DD246C6023D41828.6E927EADB74B09BF42013886C91A13795D15646E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde44b40de4b3b43f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzt9noHAhguYI_RDMuflQDGxD-lI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8031925804579764682?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8031925804579764682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/crawling-for-real-this-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8031925804579764682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8031925804579764682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/crawling-for-real-this-time.html' title='Crawling---for real this time'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5497585431856930714</id><published>2009-09-19T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:56:41.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daycare Developments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Faith has been learning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; from the older kids at daycare. She's also been teaching them a few things, like how to be her prop...and when she wants to play with you, then either come over to her or be forced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has recently (within the past week or so) started to pull up to a standing position. She stands up in her bed at school and at home. She first started standing at day care using the ladybug play mat which you can see in the picture late in this post. She's gone from just standing, to crawling in and out of that play mat. As for crawling on the floor, her daddy and I and the teachers at school all believe she is just going to skip crawling and go directly to walking. She does get up on all fours and will rock and inch around here and there, but when you hold her hands and let her walk...she will walk all the way across the room and quickly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pic below was sent to me from Faith's teacher...who took it on her cell. Apparently, Faith's favorite thing to play with is the piano. This time, she had smaller toys in both hands and was feverishly pounding the piano with both hands! Sorry this is fuzzy, but you will get the idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383222531403502946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SrUMXusvVWI/AAAAAAAAALg/TmVGEe8mkTo/s400/Faith+at+daycare+9+months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And now, to explain more from the opening paragraph. She is using the other kid's hair to help her get what she wants. If she wants to pull up, she grabbing their hair and pulling up. If she wants a kid to play, she will grad their hair and pull them to her...hmm...When the kid cries, Faith is looking at them wondering what in the world is wrong with them!?! Hopefully this is just a phase....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-5497585431856930714?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5497585431856930714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/daycare-developments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5497585431856930714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5497585431856930714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/daycare-developments.html' title='Daycare Developments...'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SrUMXusvVWI/AAAAAAAAALg/TmVGEe8mkTo/s72-c/Faith+at+daycare+9+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5113445602476297160</id><published>2009-09-12T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:21:27.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Horsie Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aunt BiBi has been a trooper while Mommy recovers from surgery. For several weeks, she would come over and give me a bath or take me on a walk. My favorite thing to do with Aunt BiBi was to ride her horsie....it is so much fun and a perfect way to keep myself awake when i don't want to give in to sleep. Thanks for taking care of me, BiBi!!!   ~Faith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6105416150741362" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6105416150741362%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5410B231B1E5FF61D27E1499C1D580F66D3E78D5.81CF44E5F98C1F5E81CFA9D0B7078D5010BDCF68%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6105416150741362%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrmToIQVX4lObtVuHc4yU7j-7UX4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6105416150741362%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409660%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5410B231B1E5FF61D27E1499C1D580F66D3E78D5.81CF44E5F98C1F5E81CFA9D0B7078D5010BDCF68%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6105416150741362%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrmToIQVX4lObtVuHc4yU7j-7UX4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-5113445602476297160?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5113445602476297160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-horsie-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5113445602476297160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5113445602476297160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-horsie-go.html' title='Go Horsie Go!'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-194197891954554329</id><published>2009-09-10T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:04:25.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend with Family</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my back was strong enough to ride again, so we made the journey to El &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dorado&lt;/span&gt; to see Nanny Betty, Papaw, Uncle Dean, Aunt Chasity, and Cousin Lauren. We stayed with Aunt Janice and Uncle A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379895007465374002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sqk6AWDfATI/AAAAAAAAALY/g1hZfQGGLMQ/s400/Faith+with+Nanny+and+Papaw+Armer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith was a trooper. She is a great car rider, and I cannot believe that in only 3 months, she will be able to sit forward facing in the car seat!!!! Faith had lots of fun with cousin Lauren, she sat in the floor and played and played with her and Aunt Chasity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Faith to her Grandma Mary and Papaw Erick's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grave site&lt;/span&gt; for the first time. We all sat around and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; about them. I was between their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;passing&lt;/span&gt; that we found out for the first time that we were pregnant with Faith. They would both have enjoyed her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379894477941358658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sqk5hhbHwEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wT9BtW4j9mw/s400/Faith+and+lauren+at+grave+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-194197891954554329?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/194197891954554329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend-with-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/194197891954554329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/194197891954554329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend-with-family.html' title='Labor Day Weekend with Family'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sqk6AWDfATI/AAAAAAAAALY/g1hZfQGGLMQ/s72-c/Faith+with+Nanny+and+Papaw+Armer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8501252776702840541</id><published>2009-09-02T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:28:29.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sp8pnufhu2I/AAAAAAAAALI/jll5VXz82X8/s1600-h/faith+september+09+bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062242575563618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sp8pnufhu2I/AAAAAAAAALI/jll5VXz82X8/s400/faith+september+09+bath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8501252776702840541?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8501252776702840541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/splish-splash.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8501252776702840541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8501252776702840541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/09/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash!!!'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sp8pnufhu2I/AAAAAAAAALI/jll5VXz82X8/s72-c/faith+september+09+bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-951491644706055056</id><published>2009-08-30T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:06:15.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Tease---Arkansas</title><content type='html'>Daddy snapped these shots of Faith after her midday nap with mommy today. They were too cute to not post, though a little blurry. Faith &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheesed&lt;/span&gt; it up so that all her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; in Arkansas could see what they are missing! We hope to see you all soon, by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375834482586323330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SprM-sHaiYI/AAAAAAAAALA/WsXcGx8skvU/s400/faith+8+months+camo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this cheesy grin shows off her teeth! Look closely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375834476229789554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SprM-Ub5h3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ygnD8tuYIqU/s400/faith+8+months+camo+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-951491644706055056?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/951491644706055056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-tease-arkansas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/951491644706055056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/951491644706055056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-tease-arkansas.html' title='Just a Tease---Arkansas'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SprM-sHaiYI/AAAAAAAAALA/WsXcGx8skvU/s72-c/faith+8+months+camo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4142118495314540847</id><published>2009-08-22T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:38:09.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months old</title><content type='html'>Faith, you are 8 months old today! You are so precious and the light of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372955369105216978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCScOmLVdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4-0c4aqSlfc/s400/Faith+8+months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that Faith has been apart of our lives for only 8 months. We can't seem to remember life before her or without her. One smile will make a bad day turn bright! She is a very loving little girl, giving lots of hugs and sweet sweet sugars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, her friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hogwildharrisfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came to visit. Notice the look on sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla's&lt;/span&gt; face as Faith &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;borrows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cilla's&lt;/span&gt; toy from her for a taste test!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372955389643741938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCSdbG8WvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zZAgDJQX8x0/s400/faith+and+cilla+aug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, Dad got Faith's toy laptop out of the closest to introduce it to her for the first time. Faith quickly learned that it made a loud sound when you open the screen. She proudly opened and closed the screen over and over with a look of triumph on her face... she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; gotten that tongue thing from her mom. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; all my sports shots always had my tongue hanging out a little,,,it's good for concentrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCSc-opuMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/J0VyqdhqYx8/s1600-h/faith+8+months+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372955382000498882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCSc-opuMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/J0VyqdhqYx8/s400/faith+8+months+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4142118495314540847?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4142118495314540847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4142118495314540847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4142118495314540847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-months-old.html' title='8 months old'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCScOmLVdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4-0c4aqSlfc/s72-c/Faith+8+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-1905340148030284853</id><published>2009-08-15T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:45:55.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCRPI9piJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MAfx_ccUFWU/s1600-h/mr+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372954044743125138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCRPI9piJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MAfx_ccUFWU/s400/mr+mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am recovering from back surgery. I'm doing well, but consequently, I cannot do much with Faith for a while. I feel so bad about it. I do hold her in my lap, and her dad "lets" me change the dirty diapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat's off to Faith's new Mom, "Daddy." Daddy has inherited the household reigns as mommy can't do anything with Faith and is recovering from surgery. Mr. Mom is exhausted, but at the same time he is relishing his role and loving his interaction with Faith. I do think he is contemplating his escape to the woods or to the lake as soon as mom is able :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-1905340148030284853?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1905340148030284853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/mr-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1905340148030284853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1905340148030284853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/mr-mom.html' title='Mr. Mom'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCRPI9piJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MAfx_ccUFWU/s72-c/mr+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-1406608932637473965</id><published>2009-08-15T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:36:42.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Girlie</title><content type='html'>In fairness, a post like this needed to be made in response to the "Grandma's Girlie" post earlier this summer. During the last week, when my parent were both here to visit Faith and help us out as I had surgery, Faith really got to know and love her Grandpa Sullivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370940857109532242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SolqQMmlTlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3pc0CElSQdA/s400/faith+and+grandpa+august+2009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad has always had a knack with all of his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandgirls&lt;/span&gt;. They love just sitting in his lap, playing with his watch, and in Faith's case, eating his shoestrings :) This fascination with Grandpa is just really developing, as Faith is now old enough to be away from mommy and daddy long enough to enjoy the company of others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully, Grandma and Grandpa really haven't got to be around her much since she's grown up. They didn't know she was sitting independently, and they quickly learned that she has both a great personality and a quick little temper. One time, they were both playing in the floor with her and she got up on all fours and started rocking. We really thought she was about the crawl for the first time! That would've been great!&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370940852333081746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SolqP6zydJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ewa1gKBmkXU/s400/faith+and+grandma+august+2009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did some pretty cute tricks for them though. She started copying Grandpa when he would make a noise and hit his chest with his hand. She would do the same, and they would go back and forth for a while. Grandma got her started with a cute little tilt of the head. She would give her a bite to eat, then turn her head sideways and say "is it good?" Faith would turn her head, smile, and say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-1406608932637473965?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1406608932637473965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandpas-girlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1406608932637473965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1406608932637473965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandpas-girlie.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Girlie'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SolqQMmlTlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3pc0CElSQdA/s72-c/faith+and+grandpa+august+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4047969426367729609</id><published>2009-08-04T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:58:52.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Sully Visits Faith</title><content type='html'>Uncle Sully came to stay with us monday night, and he got to see Faith for the first time since Mother's Day. His previous experiences with her were when she a little grumpy/clingy/afraid after long car rides and a house full of family. This time, Uncle Sully had the magic touch, and Faith went to him with no frowning or fussing almost instantly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big difference in her monday night was that she was quiet. Britni and Josh were over and Faith was just sitting in Uncle Sully's lap and watching. We were trying to explain to Sully that usually Faith is loud all the time in the evening (we usually can't even hear the TV). He got a taste of her jabbering as he was getting ready the next morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366555018417096322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SnnVWyRXRoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q1aSRw11azk/s400/Faith+and+Uncle+Sully+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Sully to the same little mexican restaurant as we took Brad, Jill, and Bethany. While there, Sully was saying that there was no way Aunt Maria would believe him about how good he was with Faith. So, I took the video below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0d1943d2578d925" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0d1943d2578d925%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66DC6CA14EE8F6FD4237AE68025576E99C7C5AC3.7EB4EA00A8BEEBD886B33CC46234F6ED0D263889%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0d1943d2578d925%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHxJ7xXwNJkhstGGG7Kwi9CoT6cM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0d1943d2578d925%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66DC6CA14EE8F6FD4237AE68025576E99C7C5AC3.7EB4EA00A8BEEBD886B33CC46234F6ED0D263889%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0d1943d2578d925%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHxJ7xXwNJkhstGGG7Kwi9CoT6cM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4047969426367729609?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a0d1943d2578d925&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4047969426367729609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/uncle-sully-visits-faith.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4047969426367729609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4047969426367729609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/uncle-sully-visits-faith.html' title='Uncle Sully Visits Faith'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SnnVWyRXRoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q1aSRw11azk/s72-c/Faith+and+Uncle+Sully+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2005266359879985237</id><published>2009-08-03T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:44:31.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's First Toofies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; start something, may as well go big! Faith cut her first TWO teeth this weekend! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! I'm going to attempt to get pics to add to this post, so everyone say a prayer, and I may get lucky getting a 7 month old to show me her bottom row of gums while holding her tongue at just the right angle...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, she hadn't had too many adverse side effects. She is eating a little less, pooping a little more, and chewing on EVERYTHING! My baby is growing up! :) :( :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;update!!! got a pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372953423534308658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCQq-x7PTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jeMuuhMBiFQ/s400/Faith%27s+first+teeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-2005266359879985237?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2005266359879985237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/faiths-first-toofies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2005266359879985237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2005266359879985237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/08/faiths-first-toofies.html' title='Faith&apos;s First Toofies'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SpCQq-x7PTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jeMuuhMBiFQ/s72-c/Faith%27s+first+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7939218930037343967</id><published>2009-07-29T13:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:47:23.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Hookie for Lunch with Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>Dad picked Faith up early today to take her for a check-up with the plastic surgeon. As you can see, her nose is looking really good! Afterwards, she came to lunch with us. It was so nice to have her with us for lunch! On the way back to the daycare, she feel asleep...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; took this picture before taking her into the daycare and putting her down for a nap. Gotta love those sweet cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363955041513553026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SnCYsNiUvII/AAAAAAAAAJo/njA-OxGjx-U/s400/faith+playing+hookie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-7939218930037343967?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7939218930037343967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-hookie-for-lunch-with-mom-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7939218930037343967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7939218930037343967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-hookie-for-lunch-with-mom-and.html' title='Playing Hookie for Lunch with Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SnCYsNiUvII/AAAAAAAAAJo/njA-OxGjx-U/s72-c/faith+playing+hookie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5501611212810176368</id><published>2009-07-24T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:07:55.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Months Old...and Hungry!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Faith's 7 month birthday. Wow! The time has flown by! I was doing dishes and cooking last night, and I'd set her bowl and spoon on the counter for when it was time to mix her cereal up. I turned and looked to see Faith with both spoon and bowl in her mouth...little booger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm....guess someone's ready to eat?&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362027971105500322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SmnAB81zrKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C0RkXIOd2xU/s400/Faith%27s+7+month+bday.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-5501611212810176368?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5501611212810176368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-months-oldand-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5501611212810176368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5501611212810176368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-months-oldand-hungry.html' title='7 Months Old...and Hungry!'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SmnAB81zrKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C0RkXIOd2xU/s72-c/Faith%27s+7+month+bday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2638897195478929794</id><published>2009-07-20T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:05:21.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad, Jill, and Bethany's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SmS-SWBaU0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RbU6pLhrwaQ/s1600-h/Faith+at+Liaou%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Wednesday, we were blessed to have my brother, Brad, his wife, Jill, and their daughter, Bethany visit us for a brief time. They got to tour my new office and our new facilities. We took them to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McCalister's&lt;/span&gt; to watch Faith devour a pickle as Uncle Brad held onto it for dear life! Later, we introduced Brad and Jill to "Bahama Bucks," a place with the best snow cones in the world! Bethany had been there on a previous visit. We spent the evening catching up, watching Faith, and reminiscing about Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith really got to know them all a little better. After all, she was born during some of the worst parts of Hannah's storm, and though they physically saw her a couple of times in Arkansas (once to visit Hannah and once for Hannah's celebration service), they didn't really get to know her as their attention was understandably elsewhere! If you are not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; with Hannah's amazing story, please visit their blog &lt;a href="http://www.thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sad when they had to leave thursday morning, but we did introduce them to some authentic mexican breakfast burritos before they left. At the restaurant, Faith was a show-off as usual, using every last bit of air in her to blow rasperries....over and over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360620148890677602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SmS_n6ZuMWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RcTcxfvXAaw/s400/Faith+rasperries.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith with cousin Bethany. She liked her sometimes and sometimes not...depending on her tempermental mood (talking about Faith, not Bethany! lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360618675584536642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SmS-SJ6KkEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/s8k9Kx5y-kE/s400/Sullivan+cousins+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-2638897195478929794?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2638897195478929794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/brad-jill-and-bethanys-visit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2638897195478929794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2638897195478929794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/brad-jill-and-bethanys-visit.html' title='Brad, Jill, and Bethany&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SmS_n6ZuMWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RcTcxfvXAaw/s72-c/Faith+rasperries.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-1069410153164504897</id><published>2009-07-12T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:48:27.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's Solution to the Heat</title><content type='html'>First let me qualify the picture below with "Yes, this was a last resort!" We could not figure out what was wrong with Faith this afternoon. She was crying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt;. Wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, wouldn't do anything but scream! She was only in her diaper...had been all day. Walking around the kitchen, I could tell she was really hot from all that screaming...so, I opened the freezer and stood in front of it with her in my arms. Silence. She actually started leaning towards the freezer! I sat her on the ledge of it and she turned and started playing with the things in the freezer and started to smile and laugh!!! Silly girl! I picked her up after her daddy took this picture, and her diaper was cool to the touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357766586335190498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SlqcUtf3XeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PkHzqmS-Hco/s400/faith+in+the+freezer.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is no surprise to us that Faith is hot natured. She gets it from her daddy who got it from his daddy. When Bubba holds Faith, both of them start sweating profusely! Faith will not allow socks on her feet, and i think she would rather never have any clothes on at all, though day care may not appreciate that! Sorry, Faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You may notice that her nose is looking better. The big scab fell off today, and the incision is looking really good. It's only been two weeks, 2 days since the surgery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-1069410153164504897?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1069410153164504897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/faiths-solution-to-heat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1069410153164504897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1069410153164504897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/faiths-solution-to-heat.html' title='Faith&apos;s Solution to the Heat'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SlqcUtf3XeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PkHzqmS-Hco/s72-c/faith+in+the+freezer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4177620567947414976</id><published>2009-07-10T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:09:03.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith--The Next Big Beat Boxer????</title><content type='html'>Faith loves her lips....she gets in these moods where she does what's on the video for like 30 minutes at a time....I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5103954885693818164</id><published>2009-07-07T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:14:01.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DaDaDaDa  DaDaDA  DA  DADADA</title><content type='html'>Let the babbling begin! Faith started this last Thursday night, and she hasn't stopped for long since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0cbc1d68bc375ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0cbc1d68bc375ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46CA36C668038BEA40988A8916CE93214AED6A9B.660C907B4DFB8CF24876786140B18F32EB31F2A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0cbc1d68bc375ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLQXkR_mm2Bc-nkPt3IsXysYzzvs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0cbc1d68bc375ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46CA36C668038BEA40988A8916CE93214AED6A9B.660C907B4DFB8CF24876786140B18F32EB31F2A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0cbc1d68bc375ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLQXkR_mm2Bc-nkPt3IsXysYzzvs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-5103954885693818164?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a0cbc1d68bc375ac&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5103954885693818164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/dadadada-dadada-da-dadada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5103954885693818164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5103954885693818164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/dadadada-dadada-da-dadada.html' title='DaDaDaDa  DaDaDA  DA  DADADA'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7415774621719906675</id><published>2009-07-03T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:14:31.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Month Check-Up</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we've already made it to another milestone, the six month check-up. We took her earlier this week for the check-up, after her daddy took her for a post-op check-up with the plastic surgeon. Both visits yielded no news, which is good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post about her four month check up showed her sleeping on the patient table in the room while waiting for the doctor. We tried that again this time, but Faith was way too interested in the noise that paper makes every time she moved. After she ripped most of the paper off the table, she fell asleep, providing Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Loden&lt;/span&gt; the optimum &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt; to listen to her heart and lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith now weighs 20 pounds, 12 ounces and is 28 inches long...still topping the curve on the growth chart. The doctor and nurse were both impressed with the way Faith's nose is healing. We can see improvement every single day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-7415774621719906675?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7415774621719906675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/six-month-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7415774621719906675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7415774621719906675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/six-month-check-up.html' title='Six Month Check-Up'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8744114729081725752</id><published>2009-07-03T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:02:50.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Papaw Sartor Takes Faith to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>This morning was yet another first for Faith...a trip to the zoo! Her Papaw and Nana &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sartor&lt;/span&gt; came to see her yesterday, and today we decided to get up early this morning and check out the local zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354434393320712530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sk7FtjMD6VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A4z5fvzmix8/s400/Faith+at+the+Zoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for strollers...that is all I have to say. Faith is heavy, and Papaw and Daddy's arms gave out quick! Faith watched the birds and the fish, but by the time we got to the last of the exhibits, she was asleep for the big animals like the giraffes, the elephant, and the rhino. Oh well, we have pictures...not that she will remember a visit to the zoo at 6 months of age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354434400866594370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sk7Ft_TI7kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A1DWyKmziM0/s400/Faith+at+the+zoo+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a fun family outing for sure. Nana got some good pics of the animals for the scrapbook. Later today, Faith also set in a high chair at a restaurant for the first time. She did really well, except for wanting to teethe on the table!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8744114729081725752?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8744114729081725752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/papaw-sartor-takes-faith-to-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8744114729081725752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8744114729081725752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/papaw-sartor-takes-faith-to-zoo.html' title='Papaw Sartor Takes Faith to the Zoo'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sk7FtjMD6VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A4z5fvzmix8/s72-c/Faith+at+the+Zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2577371202296785969</id><published>2009-06-26T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:53:37.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Day</title><content type='html'>Well, it's over. Faith's surgery took place this morning at about 8:15. She is good as gold now, with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; new profile :) Here is a summary of our day. When reading, keep in mind that Faith likes her bottle immediately when she gets up in the morning...but because of surgery, she was not allowed to have anything after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 AM: Mom hears a strange noise, and figuring out it was the alarm, she hits snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 AM: Mom and Dad getting the last of our things together to leave. We look over at Faith who we hope is still asleep...but what we see is Faith with a huge smile on her face! Please go back to sleep, honey...you can't have a bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50AM: Mom is pushing the stroller. She has the shades drawn, hoping Faith will be lulled to sleep by the vibrations of the stroller. She sneaks a peek and sees those two big blue eyes looking back at her! Faith then proceeds to grab her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; toy butterfly and play with it. We are thinking "ticking time bomb!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 AM: We arrive in outpatient services and go to a room. I put Faith in her tiny hospital gown and lay down on the bed with her, eventually getting her into a light snooze. Surgery is not until 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 AM: Nurse comes in, turning on the lights, and talking baby talk to Faith. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; and I just look at each other. We are thinking "Oh, No!...not now lady! Do you know what you've probably done?" Faith starts screaming as she takes her vitals and continues to talk to her. It took me 5 minutes or so to get her calmed back down and back to sleep on my chest. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; and I exchange a glance, "whoa, that was a close one." I thought we were good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:40 AM: Nurse bursts back into the room exclaiming she forgot a couple of things. She needed to measure Faith's length and her head? "Why?" we are asking ourselves, "is this so important as to wake a sleeping, hungry baby?" The nurse assures us that we will be left alone until close to 7:30 because they don't come get young children until just before surgery. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, we can handle it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM: Surgery transport opens the door and says "they're ready for you." Wow....I was thinking maybe the doctor got here early??? That would be amazing! I wrap Faith in a blanket, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; grabs our things, and I carry her a really, really, really long ways to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op room. In the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op room, there are like 10 patients getting ready for surgery, talking to doctors, and receiving anesthesia. We are scared to death that Faith will wake and scream until the doctor arrives, disturbing all the adults who probably have enough on their mind waiting on their own surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15 AM: We meet the Dr's OR nurse and our anesthesiologist. There are nice, and say that our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes runs a little late. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, 5 minutes won't hurt anything, we are thinking... We apologize in advance to the nurse and tell her that if she wakes up, Faith will be wanting her bottle...immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:35 AM: No Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 AM: No Doctor. All the other patients have gone into surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:58 AM: Doctor arrives. He comes in, apologizing...saying he had a long night. Not exactly what you want to hear from your doctor...he leaves, and I hand Faith over to the anesthesiologist, giving her a kiss for good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:50 or so AM: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; and I have been in the family waiting room. The phone rings for us. I answer and am told that surgery is taking longer than expected, but Faith is doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20 AM: Doctor comes out and meets with us in the hall. Surgery went well. The cyst was a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embedded&lt;/span&gt; in her bone, so he had to scrape it away. The cyst had burst while he was removing it, but he felt that he had managed to get it all. He tells us that she has internal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dissolve able&lt;/span&gt; stitches and glue on the external area. He directs us to wait for Faith coming out of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:25 AM: We see her coming. One nurse is carrying Faith, and another nurse is holding her IV. Faith has her little eyes open and looking around...but really no expression yet. We walk behind her back to our room. Faith keeps her eyes fixed on us as we all walk. She was wide-eyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 AM: We are back in the room. Daddy fixes her bottle, and Faith gladly partakes. She was groggy, but that didn't keep her from downing that bottle. After the bottle, she wouldn't really go back to sleep. She wanted to sit up and look around. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; brought us breakfast, and Faith was reaching for my tray and watching me intently as I ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15 AM: IV gets taken out. Faith didn't even whine. She just looked at the nurse and looked at her hand....watching what the nurse was doing. The nurse leaves to get our discharge papers in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351796971075757890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SkVm_Xr7Z0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5-t7PyDJq-k/s400/Faith+surgery+day.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 AM: We walk out of there! I carried Faith at first, because she was in such a cute mood. She smiled and screamed and flapped her arms for the nurses. We got stopped at every nurses station for them to swoon over her. We were told she was the happiest patient ever seen leaving surgery :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-edc9f2a965ac09b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dedc9f2a965ac09b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AEFBF0BFC4112E3243F47329B7FD0650D6F9157.351A55D799C210F86F5A0CD16067878306DBA439%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dedc9f2a965ac09b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0oucuxmopMYOg0-NQQeDxzhqUs8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dedc9f2a965ac09b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AEFBF0BFC4112E3243F47329B7FD0650D6F9157.351A55D799C210F86F5A0CD16067878306DBA439%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dedc9f2a965ac09b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0oucuxmopMYOg0-NQQeDxzhqUs8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15 AM: At home, having bottle number 2. Dad and I are ready for a family Siesta. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 PM: Faith wakes up. I gave her her morning bananas and all is well. She's been playing ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; and I are so thankful for a successful surgery today. The Lord really took his little girl in His hands today. We are thankful for the skill of the surgeon and for a good reaction to the anesthesia. We thank everyone for your prayers and calls and texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith proved again today that she is our perfect gift of Life after a rough year. We were told multiple times by different nurses that we had indeed named her correctly. She is such a good baby. We would not have blamed her if she had screamed from 5:30 on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's our little miracle...with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' new profile :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-2577371202296785969?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=edc9f2a965ac09b0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2577371202296785969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/surgery-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2577371202296785969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2577371202296785969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/surgery-day.html' title='Surgery Day'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SkVm_Xr7Z0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/5-t7PyDJq-k/s72-c/Faith+surgery+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-962972223100652382</id><published>2009-06-21T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:48:29.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's First Swim----Water Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj76CFPlMCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1JNSgg6uy9k/s1600-h/100_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349988321036939298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj76CFPlMCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1JNSgg6uy9k/s400/100_0784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith went for her first swim yesterday evening. We weren't sure how she'd react, but she absolutely loved the water! She was in an infant floaty, and she started kicking her feet and motor boating around the pool. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; had to swim to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349988315078984002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj76BvDGAUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tJ0PNMwL9PY/s400/100_0739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was also her first time to wear her cute bathing suit that Aunt Maria picked out for her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349988316630232418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj76B008LWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v4PaSkx7sLo/s400/100_0794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took this short video of Faith and her daddy playing in the water: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8ee03f88f2501b6f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ee03f88f2501b6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29FF3DC3C5ECD76B9A43073072BB0ECF21DF0853.5B1E2A0389EE39D9E1591D9AD584E054F4B77D77%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ee03f88f2501b6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dngt3DQGbgGbWGrcyErt0gthaz9M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8ee03f88f2501b6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29FF3DC3C5ECD76B9A43073072BB0ECF21DF0853.5B1E2A0389EE39D9E1591D9AD584E054F4B77D77%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8ee03f88f2501b6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dngt3DQGbgGbWGrcyErt0gthaz9M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-962972223100652382?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ee03f88f2501b6f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/962972223100652382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/faiths-first-swim-water-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/962972223100652382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/962972223100652382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/faiths-first-swim-water-baby.html' title='Faith&apos;s First Swim----Water Baby!'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj76CFPlMCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1JNSgg6uy9k/s72-c/100_0784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-6385116203256517911</id><published>2009-06-16T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:17:44.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub a Dub Dub....Faith in a Duck Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SjgGIq9FGZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wlNsekA6gS0/s320/IMG_5334.JPG" /&gt;Faith spent the weekend at her Papaw and Nana &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sartor's&lt;/span&gt; place in Arkansas. She surprised Papaw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sartor&lt;/span&gt;, who had no clue she was coming, for his 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday she spent time playing with Papaw, Nana, and Aunt Chasity before a visit from Grandma Nina, Grandpa Charlie, and Uncle Brad. Uncle Brad got Faith giggling and screaming (the happy kind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Saturday, Faith took her first trip on the Rhino with daddy and Papaw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sartor&lt;/span&gt;. She really liked it too. What she didn't like was the heat. I think she is hot natured like her daddy, as she just as soon not have any clothes on at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, Faith was filthy and sweaty, so we pulled out the trusty duck tub that Mrs. Sarah gave her. This tub is different for her because she can actually splash the water whereas in her other infant tub, her feet aren't even submerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj73FDRjuII/AAAAAAAAAIA/42KM8ZB4KIs/s1600-h/IMG_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349985073513085058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj73FDRjuII/AAAAAAAAAIA/42KM8ZB4KIs/s400/IMG_5202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we didn't know was that she was going to love splashing so much that she soaked the kitchen floor, her papaw, and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we threw Papaw a surprise party, and then on Monday we headed back to Texas. Faith is a great rider. I know for a fact that Gracie (our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chihuahua&lt;/span&gt;) was more trouble for us than the 6 month old! I told Gracie we'd probably be leaving her next time around. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; and I were both cranky way before Faith started to whine. She was a trooper...sweet girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj73FQ4kjdI/AAAAAAAAAII/s9FvMDWeaKE/s1600-h/IMG_5212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349985077166378450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sj73FQ4kjdI/AAAAAAAAAII/s9FvMDWeaKE/s400/IMG_5212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2805289353043136901-6385116203256517911?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6385116203256517911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/rub-dub-dubfaith-in-duck-tub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6385116203256517911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6385116203256517911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/rub-dub-dubfaith-in-duck-tub.html' title='Rub a Dub Dub....Faith in a Duck Tub'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SjgGIq9FGZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wlNsekA6gS0/s72-c/IMG_5334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5231476877856541364</id><published>2009-06-05T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:01:24.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Little Girl</title><content type='html'>Just an update...Faith went to the doctor yesterday, and she has a really bad upper respiratory infection, ear infection, and eye infection...yuck! She and I are both on antibiotics now and staying home from school and work respectively today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning her eyes looked much better! She still has a mean cough though. Thankfully, this has not affected her love of sleep or food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy took her to the doctor yesterday, and that is a interesting story we may save for another time. Basically, she cut a shine for the doctor after 45 minutes of smiling bliss in the waiting room...lol...thankfully she has a great daddy who the doctor called "a trooper."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-5231476877856541364?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5231476877856541364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5231476877856541364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/5231476877856541364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick-little-girl.html' title='Sick Little Girl'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-3677853833783482912</id><published>2009-05-29T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:11:50.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's First Typing Attempt---As Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sh_tDDsdXAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UJxKYuSv8ps/s1600-h/Faith%27s+first+typing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341248319871867906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sh_tDDsdXAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UJxKYuSv8ps/s400/Faith%27s+first+typing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007A vvnqay c&lt;br /&gt;1. Bn m V hbm VVVVVVVVVVVVV Nj zs7jhgghh7 BRGCV CV CC // \&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-3677853833783482912?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3677853833783482912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/faiths-first-typing-attempt-as-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3677853833783482912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3677853833783482912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/faiths-first-typing-attempt-as-is.html' title='Faith&apos;s First Typing Attempt---As Is'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sh_tDDsdXAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UJxKYuSv8ps/s72-c/Faith%27s+first+typing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-1090369937466051240</id><published>2009-05-22T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:18:45.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sha-pdt4-6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/naImZ-OS1io/s1600-h/Faith+5+months+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338664027855322018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sha-pdt4-6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/naImZ-OS1io/s400/Faith+5+months+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sha6tOlhmwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lfd3nEck1M8/s1600-h/Faith+5+months+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, the past 5 months have flown by! Faith has changed so much! It amazes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; and I at how she can change seemingly overnight. Her latest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feats&lt;/span&gt; include &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hudini&lt;/span&gt;-like escapes from her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt; swaddle at night, followed by talking to herself in the dark until her dad rolls over and gives her her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt; back. Just yesterday, after a day of barely sleeping at school, she can home and the whole family napped until 7:30 !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338659683721863186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sha6smjw4BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/s2cBUjYvoo8/s400/Faith+5+months+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny thing about her now is that she likes to scream with these high pitched shrills when she is happy and/or for no reason at all. Her teacher, Mrs. Sarah, says she does this throughout the day...guess she's just experimenting with her voice! On the way home from Arkansas the other weekend, I was changing her in a restroom at a restaurant and a little girl was opening the door to come in. Faith screamed and made the little girl jump in fright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338659691481858882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sha6tDd5A0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/KxXOI_XYqWA/s400/Faith+5+months+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing she loves to occupy her time with is making "raspberry" sounds with her lips while spraying drool everywhere! It's funny to listen to in the car as various "gaseous" noises come from the back seat! What is not as funny is when she takes a spoonful of sweet potatoes then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt; them in a fine mist all over me!&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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38ac2d6d340fce49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38ac2d6d340fce49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39815064E81B01847E8AE047C95B7642429AE3AC.11941CE267A38EE7A0F1E8A6B1B79EA475C10DEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38ac2d6d340fce49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkJG1RL8A3xhdSn7XWP81KOWI908&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38ac2d6d340fce49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39815064E81B01847E8AE047C95B7642429AE3AC.11941CE267A38EE7A0F1E8A6B1B79EA475C10DEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38ac2d6d340fce49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkJG1RL8A3xhdSn7XWP81KOWI908&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-1090369937466051240?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38ac2d6d340fce49&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1090369937466051240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-months-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1090369937466051240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/1090369937466051240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-months-old.html' title='5 Months Old'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sha-pdt4-6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/naImZ-OS1io/s72-c/Faith+5+months+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-6869162742058699598</id><published>2009-05-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:56:25.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CT Scan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's done! Faith had her first ever CT scan at the hospital today, and the best thing is that she slept through the whole thing. She went to sleep in the waiting room just before the scan and didn't so much as blink during the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337632134076784594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/ShMUJV1bX9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NniVIV8h9w0/s320/Faith%27s+CT+scan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those wondering why she had a CT scan in the first place...She has a cyst on her nose called a "dermoid" cyst that was there when she was born and has increased in size. It's not a bad thing, but it is something that needs attention now before it becomes monstrous...lol. You can read about these &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dermoid_cyst"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Below is a good profile pic of her little bump...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660653201739250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sha7lCJxzfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/S3Xxiu1yiQE/s400/Faith+5+months+nose+profile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After results from this scan, we will most likely pursue plastic surgery, yes, rhinoplasty! I'm so thankful everything went well today. We couldn't have asked for more from Faith. Thanks to all for your prayers and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-6869162742058699598?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6869162742058699598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/ct-scan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6869162742058699598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6869162742058699598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/ct-scan.html' title='CT Scan'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/ShMUJV1bX9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NniVIV8h9w0/s72-c/Faith%27s+CT+scan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4104091320604196097</id><published>2009-05-07T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:48:58.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-db.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731723881435&amp;amp;site=widget-db.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731723881435&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-db.slide.com/p1/3242591731723881435/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731723881435&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-db.slide.com/p2/3242591731723881435/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3242591731723881435&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-db.slide.com/p4/3242591731723881435/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2805289353043136901-4104091320604196097?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4104091320604196097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4104091320604196097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4104091320604196097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-3257698921947215799</id><published>2009-04-29T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:07:27.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Month Check-up...She's a Keeper!</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday was a fun day....Faith's four month check up and shots! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; and I had played around, weighing her with us and then doing the math. We figured she was somewhere between 15 and 16 pounds, a whopper! At the doctor yesterday,we found out we were ALMOST right as the nurse announced, "She's 17 pounds even." WOW~! Not only was she 17 lbs, she was 26 inches long! We are accepting bids from pro teams right now to sign her to an early contract. Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SfhXySLDgBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z7OHgpBuqcY/s1600-h/faith+4+month+doctor+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330106680376262674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SfhXySLDgBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z7OHgpBuqcY/s320/faith+4+month+doctor+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith was such a ham in the waiting room and with the nurse, laughing and playing and eating her hand and her dress...but she grew tired while waiting for Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Loden&lt;/span&gt; (he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; doctor in our family...we love him!). Well, this was her response to his cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stethoscope&lt;/span&gt; on her bare back as she slept... I think she looks like me in the pic below...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SfhXyR0dK9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/sQW65SHzPEo/s1600-h/faith+4+month+doctor+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330106680281476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SfhXyR0dK9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/sQW65SHzPEo/s320/faith+4+month+doctor+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Loden&lt;/span&gt; looked her up and down and began plotting her growth on the chart...95&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;%&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ile&lt;/span&gt; all the way around! At least she's proportional! We cautiously asked if we should cut back on the food a little, and he said no, to just feed her till she's full! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. She's not really a r&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;polly&lt;/span&gt; fat baby, she's just so long and as I like to say "stacked"! &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&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;Lately, she has been really enjoying her cereal mixed with veggies. She will get upset if you do not have the next spoon ready for her when she is done with the last. She's also been finding her mouth (with everything available) and is now taking her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt; out and putting it back in (though sideways or backwards, sometimes). &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&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;Well, after the Dr. was finished, Faith was ready to continue her nap. She cuddled with her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;taggie&lt;/span&gt;" that her Great Aunt Bernice made for her and went to sleep on the table, not realizing the shots that were in store for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SfhXyClAf9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mTrgb0Lzq0E/s1600-h/faith+doctor+4+month+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330106676190150610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SfhXyClAf9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/mTrgb0Lzq0E/s320/faith+doctor+4+month+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shots weren't that bad, I guess. She had one in each leg, and she cried that amazingly pitiful silent cry where she briefly doesn't breathe. I blew in her face to make her breathe, then picked her up, plugged her up, and she was snoring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; in my arms within the minute. She slept all the way back home and for the remainder of the day for the most part. This morning, she was still doing well, no fever. Sweet Little Girl! I miss her already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-3257698921947215799?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3257698921947215799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-month-check-upshes-keeper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3257698921947215799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/3257698921947215799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-month-check-upshes-keeper.html' title='Four Month Check-up...She&apos;s a Keeper!'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SfhXySLDgBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z7OHgpBuqcY/s72-c/faith+4+month+doctor+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4452161425644781489</id><published>2009-04-20T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:43:51.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's First Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SeytNSR6J0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dXJAay3AJ2E/s1600-h/Faith+likes+cereal+now.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326822903029311298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SeytNSR6J0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dXJAay3AJ2E/s320/Faith+likes+cereal+now.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's official now, Faith is a bonified big girl...she started eating...from a spoon! (tears rolling down mom's face). Faith let us know that she was, in fact, ready to eat by throwing an amazing tantrum about 20 minutes prior to bottle time over a few days. We knew she was hungry, but we also knew that she was drinking the max amount of recommended formula. So Momma called the doctor and the doctor said "Give Faith some cereal before she goes to bed." Yes, I have been reading the monkeys in the bed book....sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being the ever so prepared mom that I am, I already had a box of rice cereal for the occasion. I was so excited to give her this new experience. We even had guests over that night who were looking forward to witnessing this grand time in her life. So, I sat her in her bumbo chair and prepared for the moment...Dad had the camera running...so here goes....I touched the cereal to her mouth, a perplexed look on her face is followed by an growing upside down smile which turns into an arm slapping, leg stomping WAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! She threw this fit time and time again when I brought the spoon to her lips, and she calmed down every time I didn't try to give her some. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How disappointing...Perhaps I shouldn't have let her lick a strawberry prior to the rice cereal introduction. Have you ever tasted that stuff? I did, and it is nasty! Not too bad, but strawberries are definitely better. So, that was disappointing, I just knew my child would love eating, I do! Here is a short clip of one of the times I tried to feed her that night...there were a bowl of strawberries on the table that she starts looking at towards the end....listen closely...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93d0cda11d8ce4da" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93d0cda11d8ce4da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D650380772B7E9A8E3F46A6DBC2698250DD950FB9.35EBF5A30FB7AE32D59ECE84368856E3862CACAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93d0cda11d8ce4da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE04p8rCA95535RDp8B4LpEAkOzM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93d0cda11d8ce4da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D650380772B7E9A8E3F46A6DBC2698250DD950FB9.35EBF5A30FB7AE32D59ECE84368856E3862CACAB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93d0cda11d8ce4da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE04p8rCA95535RDp8B4LpEAkOzM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since this night, we've had two successful feedings. She evens opens her mouth like a little bird! That's MY GIRL! The secret was this....I got some Gerber 1st foods apple sauce and mixed it with the rice cereal....wow...what a difference! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4452161425644781489?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4452161425644781489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/faiths-first-foods.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4452161425644781489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4452161425644781489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/faiths-first-foods.html' title='Faith&apos;s First Foods'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SeytNSR6J0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dXJAay3AJ2E/s72-c/Faith+likes+cereal+now.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-6218020374693745460</id><published>2009-04-06T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:03:14.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Lil' Sweetie</title><content type='html'>It's inevitable that in this family Faith doesn't have much of a choice....she will be an outdoor girl. Her daddy has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquainting&lt;/span&gt; her with his boat and this weekend, the turkey he killed earlier in the morning! I look forward to Faith and her daddy spending time together. I think fishing and hunting will be an amazing way for them to connect...just wait, as soon as she can walk, she'll be following him wherever he goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdoJwxHKjHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jMMWPy64l_8/s1600-h/Faith+and+DAddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321576643113421938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdoJwxHKjHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jMMWPy64l_8/s320/Faith+and+DAddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321576645471923058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdoJw55ea3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/IUjNbJQr8yM/s320/Faith,+Boat+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdoIvBwKxwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3mamAF2pg2Y/s1600-h/Faith,+Dad,+and+Turkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321575513709004546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdoIvBwKxwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3mamAF2pg2Y/s320/Faith,+Dad,+and+Turkey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdoIu5VTLAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XemdmbB1jbs/s1600-h/100_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;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/2805289353043136901-6218020374693745460?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6218020374693745460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddys-lil-sweetie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6218020374693745460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6218020374693745460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddys-lil-sweetie.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Lil&apos; Sweetie'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdoJwxHKjHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jMMWPy64l_8/s72-c/Faith+and+DAddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7203556586028529520</id><published>2009-03-31T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:17:06.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Bonnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I have learned is that there is an unwritten rule about Texas babies getting their picture taken in the Blue Bonnets.  We decided to comply with this rule and took Faith to the lakeside yesterday for pics. Did you know it is against the law in Texas to pick these beauties or even mow over them?Here are the cream of the crop from the afternoon, including the ones that would be so great had she not been wanting a nap at the time.....oh, memories :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319432037828482258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdJrQT2ZVNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tjJGLEjvEj0/s200/Bonnets+8+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319432024468759778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdJrPiFMJOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UhjDj9UkNmY/s200/Bonnets+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319432015674251890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdJrPBUamnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/b_nX5569fCc/s200/Bonnets+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319432016930808722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdJrPGAAI5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Rj1W6w7n9QA/s200/Bonnets+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319432574110700338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdJrvhqCkzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/29ljzGYj2Hk/s200/Bonnets+10+too+bad+no+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319432581127519714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdJrv7y-veI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7SyMgrUQJcI/s200/Bonnets+10+crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-7203556586028529520?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7203556586028529520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-bonnets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7203556586028529520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/7203556586028529520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-bonnets.html' title='Blue Bonnets'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdJrQT2ZVNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tjJGLEjvEj0/s72-c/Bonnets+8+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2067849944167479052</id><published>2009-03-29T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:39:37.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Beautiful</title><content type='html'>This is how I found Faith this morning...not the first time I've found her like this, turned completely sideways with her feet propped up on the side of the pack-n-play. She is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sweet in the mornings, and I wanted to share this with you. When you start talking to her, she starts to grin. After you undo her swaddle, she stretches her arms way above her head. She stays sweet for about 5 minutes,until she realizes her tummy is empty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdAROFlzq6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hk_Lp66qNwY/s1600-h/morning+1+1-7-2008+1-19-07+AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770093641149346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdAROFlzq6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hk_Lp66qNwY/s320/morning+1+1-7-2008+1-19-07+AM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdAROLyrVEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d0JDG48FeDo/s1600-h/morning+3+1-7-2008+1-19-27+AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770095305741378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdAROLyrVEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d0JDG48FeDo/s320/morning+3+1-7-2008+1-19-27+AM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdARN7qv-dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nAoEwUxYj_Y/s1600-h/morning+4+1-7-2008+1-19-40+AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770090977524178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdARN7qv-dI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nAoEwUxYj_Y/s320/morning+4+1-7-2008+1-19-40+AM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdARNoEuPkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0ob7gx34sew/s1600-h/morning+5+1-7-2008+1-19-51+AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770085717753410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdARNoEuPkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0ob7gx34sew/s320/morning+5+1-7-2008+1-19-51+AM.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdARNvNmueI/AAAAAAAAADw/AaO1MFKy1Y4/s1600-h/morning+6+1-7-2008+1-20-13+AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318770087634057698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdARNvNmueI/AAAAAAAAADw/AaO1MFKy1Y4/s320/morning+6+1-7-2008+1-20-13+AM.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/2805289353043136901-2067849944167479052?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2067849944167479052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-morning-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2067849944167479052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2067849944167479052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-morning-beautiful.html' title='Good Morning Beautiful'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SdAROFlzq6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hk_Lp66qNwY/s72-c/morning+1+1-7-2008+1-19-07+AM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2186417605471919828</id><published>2009-03-27T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:39:58.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Girlie</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week, we were blessed to get to see Aunt Maria, Cousin Emily, Cousin Allison, and other family when we drove to Fort Worth to pick up Grandma Nina. Grandma rode with them so that she could spend a few days with Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith tends to get grumpy and overwhelmed when passed to and fro between family, which is sad because I want them to see the sweet little girl I see all the time! This pic was taken outside of the restaurant where we met everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317977537903878642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sc1AZRZEYfI/AAAAAAAAADo/zwa0Hgla620/s320/Faith+at+Saltgrass.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even Grandma couldn't win her over this night, and she started to get a little nervous about keeping her at our house, not wanting her to cry all the time! So, Monday morning Faith and Grandma went to work with me and did great! She spent the next day and a half with Grandma at home getting to know one another and everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Faith misses Grandma now...we love you, Grandma!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Faith started rolling over from her belly to her back this week. Grandma was actually the first to see (and she was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unapologetic&lt;/span&gt; about that). She is about to outgrow 0-3 months and is on to 3-6 months for now. Aunt Maria and Grandma set her up with some cute summer clothes! Thank you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her hair is getting lighter, there is a new growth of lightly colored fuzzy hair appearing beneath the hair she was born with....who knows...she may be blond after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-2186417605471919828?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2186417605471919828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandmas-girlie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2186417605471919828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2186417605471919828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandmas-girlie.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Girlie'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sc1AZRZEYfI/AAAAAAAAADo/zwa0Hgla620/s72-c/Faith+at+Saltgrass.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-396398012061270271</id><published>2009-03-18T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:57:04.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Batter Up!</title><content type='html'>After Faith watched the entire softball game yesterday (without even taking a nap!), the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart for the baby essentials (diapers, wipes, formula). When nearing the back of the store, Dad insisted on checking out the hunting section. After finding nothing interesting, we spotted softball gear, and we decided to give Faith a few early pointers. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith learning how to pitch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314541197226767474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/ScELD6zhdHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EK04Z0-JZ1I/s320/Faith+softball+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith taking signals from the batters box...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314541205420001810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/ScELEZU8ShI/AAAAAAAAADY/JHP3g9o0sTc/s320/Faith+softball+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Faith getting ready for a pop fly (notice the word "hope" stitched in the pocket)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314541209897021490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/ScELEqAWMDI/AAAAAAAAADg/lhKW_vxSQkk/s320/Faith+Softball+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-396398012061270271?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/396398012061270271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/batter-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/396398012061270271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/396398012061270271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/batter-up.html' title='Batter Up!'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/ScELD6zhdHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EK04Z0-JZ1I/s72-c/Faith+softball+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-6783351945568905894</id><published>2009-03-13T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:29:28.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fans R Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So we were watching the Big 12 Bball tourney tonight, and Faith was absolutely captured by the ceiling fan. She was laughing and talking to the fan....so dad grabbed his phone and took this pic. What a big smile! She is growing up so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312880255271317266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbskcX2iLxI/AAAAAAAAADI/VTRpDyLVEJ0/s320/Faith+Fan+Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-6783351945568905894?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6783351945568905894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/fans-r-funny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6783351945568905894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6783351945568905894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/fans-r-funny.html' title='Fans R Funny'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbskcX2iLxI/AAAAAAAAADI/VTRpDyLVEJ0/s72-c/Faith+Fan+Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-9156202164443767776</id><published>2009-03-12T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:12:22.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's Newest Fascination</title><content type='html'>Faith has been playing in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exersaucer&lt;/span&gt; that her Aunt Chasity got her. This is fairly new for her, and she still can't quite touch the floor with her feet...but Faith is loving making the little toys make noise. She really is putting two and two together and is learning to work those arms and hands. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380504417760338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sbld7C2H9FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5r3OI9zowPM/s320/100_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also new, is the ability to "sit" in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt; chair. I have it on the counter in the kitchen, and Faith helps me wash bottles, do dishes, cook, etc. She tires pretty easily, and it's funny because she starts what her daddy calls her "gangsta lean" as she slumps sideways in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bumbo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380515078607938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sbld7qj3lEI/AAAAAAAAADA/yTpq_D0E81Y/s320/faith+bumbo.jpg" border="0" /&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/2805289353043136901-9156202164443767776?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/9156202164443767776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/faiths-newest-fascination.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/9156202164443767776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/9156202164443767776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/faiths-newest-fascination.html' title='Faith&apos;s Newest Fascination'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/Sbld7C2H9FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5r3OI9zowPM/s72-c/100_0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-6098213252386690770</id><published>2009-03-09T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:03:18.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Miss You Hannah Joy :)</title><content type='html'>Hannah won her battle on Feb. 26th and went to Heaven leaving an amazing legacy on earth. Our family and friends gathered to celebrate her life here and her new unimagineable life with Christ. A selfless, fearless leader...she never complained or got mad at God. My inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311264115299802834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbVmkpS5XtI/AAAAAAAAACY/Uwqacauj8QI/s320/G+%26+G+2007+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith and I talked to Hannah after the service and told her that we miss her, but we will see her later :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Faith and Bethany at Hannah's service:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311265174246377458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbVniSLbx_I/AAAAAAAAACw/ck2U1Cz21MQ/s320/Faith+and+Bethany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311264469923302082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbVm5SXuisI/AAAAAAAAACo/FzpWJeuffWk/s320/faith+in+dress.jpg" border="0" /&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/2805289353043136901-6098213252386690770?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6098213252386690770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-miss-you-hannah-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6098213252386690770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6098213252386690770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-miss-you-hannah-joy.html' title='We Miss You Hannah Joy :)'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbVmkpS5XtI/AAAAAAAAACY/Uwqacauj8QI/s72-c/G+%26+G+2007+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-8129783081584318965</id><published>2009-03-09T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:21:06.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Riding is for the Birds (or should be)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Faith is a great car rider so far, bless her poor little heart! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; complain at all really. For our trip back to Arkansas last week, she was excellent until we were about 30 minutes away. She started getting sore, so we started her on some Tylenol. We stayed several days before going back, and I think that made a big difference. The day we traveled back, we made a bit of a detour to see some family that Faith had yet to meet. She was put in the seat at 7:30 AM that morning, and we didn't get home until 10:45 PM that night. Again I say, bless her poor little heart! She is such a sweet baby!! The next morning when I got her up and dressed and put her back in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; to go to daycare, she didn't even cry. She looked at me with this mean wrinkled puffy face as if to say, " You've got to be kidding me! This again!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video was taken by mom at a truck stop after she had her bottle and was enjoying time out of her car seat. She was in a good mood. This is the first smile we've capture via video, so enjoy grandmas and grandpas and aunts and uncles and cousins....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8027d32a93c268c2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8027d32a93c268c2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86275BDE74C6DE1967320D552ED1C23307DDAF34.3594FA72706940A5BF9D8494C402C4184472C7B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8027d32a93c268c2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAtbHITWnmhakWbjIGS2R3_4OpPo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8027d32a93c268c2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330409661%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D86275BDE74C6DE1967320D552ED1C23307DDAF34.3594FA72706940A5BF9D8494C402C4184472C7B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8027d32a93c268c2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAtbHITWnmhakWbjIGS2R3_4OpPo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-8129783081584318965?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8027d32a93c268c2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8129783081584318965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/car-riding-is-for-birds-or-should-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8129783081584318965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/8129783081584318965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/car-riding-is-for-birds-or-should-be.html' title='Car Riding is for the Birds (or should be)'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-4421783400623528446</id><published>2009-03-09T11:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:45:32.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Softball Early...Go Bears Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbVHc8EP97I/AAAAAAAAACQ/36lLJACE3gs/s1600-h/faith+at+softball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311229898039228338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbVHc8EP97I/AAAAAAAAACQ/36lLJACE3gs/s320/faith+at+softball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith has been to about 6 games so far to cheer on Aunt Britni and Uncle Josh's team. She enjoys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; startled by the crowd's uproar and sleeping through uneventful moments. We have become pros at bringing the formula and bottled water to make "bottles on demand." Though she likes the Lady Bears, she said she is leaning towards becoming a Lady Tiger like her mommy was. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;debatable&lt;/span&gt;...she has a few years to consider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-4421783400623528446?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4421783400623528446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-softball-earlygo-bears-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4421783400623528446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/4421783400623528446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-softball-earlygo-bears-go.html' title='Starting Softball Early...Go Bears Go!'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SbVHc8EP97I/AAAAAAAAACQ/36lLJACE3gs/s72-c/faith+at+softball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-2359199635233182247</id><published>2009-02-24T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:46:06.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 month check-up</title><content type='html'>Dad and I took Faith for her 2 month well baby check up yesterday. She was in such a good mood, and we hated that her good mood was about to be ruined by shots! She weighed 12 pounds and 12 ounces and was 24 inches tall! She is topping the growth charts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaQ9amzjhTI/AAAAAAAAABk/mjpEdnn_8es/s1600-h/Faith+Big+Girl+Sleeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306433788251964722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaQ9amzjhTI/AAAAAAAAABk/mjpEdnn_8es/s320/Faith+Big+Girl+Sleeper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we spoke with the doctor, I stood Faith up on the table, and she locked her legs and stood there with some support. I then laid her on her stomach, and she started to move forward on her own...the doc said "oh no, you guys are in for it!" She is a healthy, strong little girl, and we are thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse laid her on the table and held her legs and had me hold her arms. She was looking so sweet, and I was thinking "honey, if you only knew!" Her shrill and crying was brief as the 3 shots were over soon. I don't think she breathed during the shots at all. I grabbed her up, gave her the passy, and patted her behind. She went to sleep really fast and didn't wake up until we were home...what a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't had any adverse affects. We've had her on Tylenol and have been exercising her little legs to work out the soreness. Overall, not a bad experience :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-2359199635233182247?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2359199635233182247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-month-check-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2359199635233182247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/2359199635233182247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-month-check-up.html' title='2 month check-up'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaQ9amzjhTI/AAAAAAAAABk/mjpEdnn_8es/s72-c/Faith+Big+Girl+Sleeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-894833368480050431</id><published>2009-02-23T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:17:31.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>-----------------------Hannah's Legacy-----------------------</title><content type='html'>Faith is the youngest of 7 granddaughters on my side of the family. The oldest cousin, Hannah (17), is battling an aggressive brain cancer and is at a hospice facility now, as other medical treatments have been exhausted. Hannah has been in my life since she made me an Aunt at the age of 9. She has been a superb role model for her younger cousins, setting an example of honesty, morality, and virtue as she has blossomed into an amazing young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306040669727989522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaLX4GLpnxI/AAAAAAAAABc/fKp700XMjdg/s320/Picture+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was thrilled to learn of Faith's arrival, and she is even more thrilled to hear us talk of how Faith looks like her baby pictures in some ways. Faith took her first ever road trip at about 1 month-old to see Hannah. Hannah held her and talked to her, and Faith even gave her a smile...which was an emerging act for her at this time in her development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306040653452205906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaLX3JjM31I/AAAAAAAAABU/M3XV4-Y5hUE/s320/100_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hannah at a crossroads right now between healing in Heaven or divine intervention on earth, she has created a testimony that will impact lives from now on. I hope that one day Faith will understand how amazing her oldest cousin is and strive to be like her in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-894833368480050431?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/894833368480050431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/hannahs-legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/894833368480050431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/894833368480050431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/hannahs-legacy.html' title='-----------------------Hannah&apos;s Legacy-----------------------'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaLX4GLpnxI/AAAAAAAAABc/fKp700XMjdg/s72-c/Picture+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-384070894162099584</id><published>2009-02-18T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:25:27.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I just couldn't help it, and when I went home from lunch, I sprang Faith from the nursery and brought her to work. She put her charm on my co-workers and cooed and smiled for them before getting tired. She was so tired, in fact, that I got her to sleep on her changing pad on my desk! Yes, I know you aren't supposed to lay them on their stomachs, but this is a special circumstance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304251527433402338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SZx8qTv9t-I/AAAAAAAAABM/1AnKW42Zew4/s320/Faith+at+Work.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-384070894162099584?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/384070894162099584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/faith-at-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/384070894162099584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/384070894162099584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/faith-at-work.html' title='Faith at Work'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SZx8qTv9t-I/AAAAAAAAABM/1AnKW42Zew4/s72-c/Faith+at+Work.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-6259346376821409921</id><published>2009-02-17T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:43:22.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Daycare</title><content type='html'>Monday was my first day back to work, which meant that Faith, unfortunately, had to go to daycare. Last friday we took her by the daycare to introduce her to her "teacher" and dropped off her diapers and other supplies. Come monday morning, I was so busy getting her and me ready, that I didn't have too much time to get emotional. In fact, much to my surprise, I didn't even cry when I dropped her off. I have a good feeling about the place she is staying, and there are many other pressing things going on in our lives to cry about if I just need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made it until 11:30 before calling to check on her. Much to my surprise...hehe...they expressed that she goes to sleep when they are holding her, but when they lay her in the crib she wakes up and cries. "Really?" I asked...."Hmmm." I don't know who might have spoiled her, but I can do some investigating and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work, went to Wal-Mart, and went home and put up groceries before picking her up. I wanted to give her my undivided attention when I picked her up. So, I got there and she was drinking her bottle. I took her and gave her the rest of her bottle there. I noticed that her eyes were puffy and kind of dark...she was worn out! Bless her heart! I took her home and let her sleep on me the rest of the afternoon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2805289353043136901-6259346376821409921?l=thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6259346376821409921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-day-of-daycare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6259346376821409921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2805289353043136901/posts/default/6259346376821409921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelatestonfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-day-of-daycare.html' title='1st Day of Daycare'/><author><name>Sarah Sartor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SaWoaEy2h4I/AAAAAAAAABw/e8YisTSIr3Q/S220/Picture+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5720471555778588300</id><published>2009-02-14T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:35:23.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how she did it, but my 7-week old Faith picked out a&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's card for me, wrote in it, and bought me candy. She hand delivered it to me in the recliner this morning:) What a sweet little valentine she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302841550254655186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SZd6S1ccRtI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_o5BBAQlAbM/s320/Faith+Valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845375331545282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SZd9xe91sMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gY6IjUF4fQw/s320/Faith+Valentine+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a morning of enjoying her, we got all dressed up to go across the street for our neighbor's child's 2nd birthday party. This is the first time she got to wear her "uncle josh" bear suit because the temperature changed from a sultry 75 yesterday to 49 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845376178419442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SZd9xiHv9vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qYkLFzoMfxw/s320/Faith+Bear+Suit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cstyle%20type%3D%22text/css%22%3E%0Abody%20%7Bbackground-image%3A%20url%28%22http%3A//i342.photobucket.com/albums/o401/Thecutestblogontheblock/piecesofheavenbest-3.jpg%22%29%3B%20background-position%3A%20center%3B%20background-repeat%3A%20no-repeat%3B%20background-attachment%3A%20fixed%3B%20%7D%0A%3C/style%3E%0A%3Cdiv%20id%3D%22tag%22%20style%3D%22position%3Aabsolute%3B%20left%3A0px%3B%20top%3A30px%3B%20z-index%3A50%3B%20width%3A150px%3B%20height%3A45px%3B%22%3E%0A%3Ca%20href%3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com%22%20target%3D%22_blank%22%3E%0A%3Cimg%20src%3D%22http%3A//www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.png%22%20border%3D%220%22/%3E%0A%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E%20"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the party, we took time to take a picture of my neighbor's little boy with Faith. He is about 3 months older than Faith...they make a cute couple, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302842539997707314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaNA4ansBmo/SZd7MchkvDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TwKZtEvPZUM/s320/Faith+and+Chase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our afternoon plans of going to watch softball games was ruined by the cold and rainy weather. 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