<?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-8183512840787380617</id><updated>2011-09-22T15:33:02.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ferwerda Four</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-4527450415088423867</id><published>2008-01-18T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:04:57.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I hurt my back. I did a number on it actually. I'd like to place the blame on my girlfriend Melynda but... I guess it really is all my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see... Melynda is relocating to Milton and needed some help and my van with a load of boxes. So... I am woman hear me roar and I decided to lift the seat out of the van on my own. I guess I wasn't as mighty as I thought I was.  We did manage to take quite the load to her new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157094890955873746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R5GuethoHdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/_E2l510cDZM/s320/january+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep telling her she broke me. Yesterday I went for a 1 hour massage to try to fix me up. Matt the massage guy seemed to work out a few of the kinks but I am still walking kinda crooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets hope that I'm all better by next week.  Friday is the final move and this time we get to fill a U-Haul.  Thank goodness we have the help of a guy this time round!&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/8183512840787380617-4527450415088423867?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/4527450415088423867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=4527450415088423867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4527450415088423867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4527450415088423867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-pain.html' title='What a Pain'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R5GuethoHdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/_E2l510cDZM/s72-c/january+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7787835528585344186</id><published>2008-01-17T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:23:19.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year ago today</title><content type='html'>Today I spent the day with my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Dad's grave in the morning. Today marked the 1 year anniversary of his death. Neither one of us could believe that a year had passed already. Sometimes seems like only yesterday. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I went to get me a massage for my poor injured back. We were a little early, so decided to pop into a nail place to see if they did waxing. After getting our eyebrows all fixed up - Mom decided to stay and get gel nails while I went over for my massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both finished feeling and looking pretty good and followed it up with a nice pasta lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today would be a very sad one. It was... but we turned it around to be a great girly day. That's what Dad would have wanted to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I could share this day beside my Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-7787835528585344186?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7787835528585344186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7787835528585344186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7787835528585344186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7787835528585344186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-year-ago-today.html' title='1 year ago today'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-734228713291093634</id><published>2008-01-12T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:13:19.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRECKERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4uHH9hoHcI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Va1-4YB4PUk/s1600-h/winter+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155362769300102594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4uHH9hoHcI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Va1-4YB4PUk/s400/winter+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob received a new pair of Sketcher shoes for Christmas from his Uncle Mark and Aunt Shelley. He was so excited that they almost fit and desperately wanted to wear them but I told him that they were for Spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful day today and the boys decided they would go outside to bounce on the trampoline for a bit. Jacob asked that since their was no snow on the ground if he could wear his "wreckers". It took me a bit to figure out that he meant his cool new "Sketchers".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be pleased to know that "Wreckers" make you jump higher on trampolines and run really fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Sketcher has found their new spokes kid. What do you think?&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/8183512840787380617-734228713291093634?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/734228713291093634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=734228713291093634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/734228713291093634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/734228713291093634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2008/12/wreckers.html' title='WRECKERS'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4uHH9hoHcI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Va1-4YB4PUk/s72-c/winter+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7080487963623565466</id><published>2008-01-06T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:16:51.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a sick Boog</title><content type='html'>Now that I am back on Canadian soil after a fabulous trip away and the busy holiday season has come to a close... I am officially a sick boog.  If you are wondering what a boog is; it's not pretty.  Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose looks like Rudolph.  My legs ache.  My eyes are black.  My hair stickie uppy (even when hair goo is applied).  I swear if I blow my nose one more time it will fall off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... here I am... drinking NeoCitran which seems to be having the opposite affect on me and making me unable to sleep, being all pathetic and looking for sympathy.  Did it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-7080487963623565466?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7080487963623565466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7080487963623565466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7080487963623565466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7080487963623565466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-sick-boog.html' title='I&apos;m a sick Boog'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7912140438028841309</id><published>2008-01-05T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:17:38.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;New Years 2008 was spent at my Mom's. It was a full house with both my sister and her family visiting from Ottawa and my brother and his family down from Peterborough. And of course we stayed too even though we are only 1/2 hour away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFydhoHYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SIh04FWmQEY/s1600-h/SanAntonio+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742819305201026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFydhoHYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SIh04FWmQEY/s200/SanAntonio+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot to fit into just a couple of days. Kate's 3rd birthday celebration. Christmas #3. A visit from Rudolph and a surprise visit from the sugar plum fairy. That's just a Grandma's excuse to provide more candy to her grandchildren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFythoHZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jA1VQ72wwA8/s1600-h/SanAntonio+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742823600168338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFythoHZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jA1VQ72wwA8/s200/SanAntonio+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFzdhoHbI/AAAAAAAAAts/q9MJWGU2oAQ/s1600-h/SanAntonio+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742836485070258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFzdhoHbI/AAAAAAAAAts/q9MJWGU2oAQ/s200/SanAntonio+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids get along so great. The boys are best buddies. Jake and Kate got along fabulously and even shared a bit! Meg kept all those boys in line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFx9hoHXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Y7gLX3lF9l4/s1600-h/SanAntonio+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742810715266418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFx9hoHXI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Y7gLX3lF9l4/s200/SanAntonio+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFy9hoHaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KHals1egFfc/s1600-h/SanAntonio+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153742827895135650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFy9hoHaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/KHals1egFfc/s200/SanAntonio+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say 2 deer and a fox and witnessed a fabulous firework display over the river at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice having everyone together. I can't think of a better way to bring in 2008!&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/8183512840787380617-7912140438028841309?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7912140438028841309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7912140438028841309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7912140438028841309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7912140438028841309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-3.html' title='CHRISTMAS #3'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R4XFydhoHYI/AAAAAAAAAtU/SIh04FWmQEY/s72-c/SanAntonio+175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-4149164878370650406</id><published>2008-01-04T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:04:14.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio Express</title><content type='html'>We made the paper in SanAntonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the night of the 27th there was a Pep Rally held along the river walk. While taking in all the activity a reporter from the SanAntonio Express approached Ron and this is what appeared in the paper the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151664729443802466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35jxthoHWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/52qjlP6lXW4/s400/san+antonio+express.jpg" width="523" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-4149164878370650406?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/4149164878370650406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=4149164878370650406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4149164878370650406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4149164878370650406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2008/01/san-antonio-express.html' title='San Antonio Express'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35jxthoHWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/52qjlP6lXW4/s72-c/san+antonio+express.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2174467492367330092</id><published>2008-01-04T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:45:53.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAN ANTONIO</title><content type='html'>Norbert Wolf and Ron coach Falcon's football together and have become great friends. Since they both turn 40 this year... Joanne (Norb's wife) and I thought it would be great to plan something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35eHthoHQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d3zh_oP8j0U/s1600-h/Alamo+bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151658510331157762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35eHthoHQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d3zh_oP8j0U/s320/Alamo+bowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... for Christmas/Birthday they received a gift of a lifetime. Over the past few months we have been arranging a surprise trip to SanAntonio Texas for our birthday boys. We left on the 26th and returned in time for New Years on the 30th.  The trip included tickets to the Alamo Bowl, a tailgating party and more fun than you could every imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a3NhoHLI/AAAAAAAAArs/p0o6mLGt7R0/s1600-h/SanAntonio+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151654928328432818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a3NhoHLI/AAAAAAAAArs/p0o6mLGt7R0/s320/SanAntonio+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SanAntonio was beautiful. The River walk is an entirely different world within the city. We experienced authentic Mexican cuisine, comfortable temperatures, margauritas under umbrellas and lots of football fun. We visited the Alamo and stayed at the fabulous Westin River Walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a89hoHOI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Qv9nEnmnJII/s1600-h/SanAntonio+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151655027112680674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a89hoHOI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Qv9nEnmnJII/s320/SanAntonio+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35g-9hoHVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/lmMB-Xu-mZA/s1600-h/SanAntonio+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151661658542185810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35g-9hoHVI/AAAAAAAAAs8/lmMB-Xu-mZA/s200/SanAntonio+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35g8NhoHSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/QO1qLE9zKeY/s1600-h/SanAntonio+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151661611297545506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35g8NhoHSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/QO1qLE9zKeY/s200/SanAntonio+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a5dhoHMI/AAAAAAAAAr0/2ooY0ORXpSw/s1600-h/SanAntonio+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151654966983138498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a5dhoHMI/AAAAAAAAAr0/2ooY0ORXpSw/s320/SanAntonio+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a59hoHNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wcJneYtLoS8/s1600-h/SanAntonio+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151654975573073106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a59hoHNI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wcJneYtLoS8/s320/SanAntonio+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The atmosphere during the game was unbelievable. Penstate won the game over Texas A&amp;amp;M 24-17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a-NhoHPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/d77BMS92Dcs/s1600-h/SanAntonio+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151655048587517170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a-NhoHPI/AAAAAAAAAsM/d77BMS92Dcs/s320/SanAntonio+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35a89hoHOI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Qv9nEnmnJII/s1600-h/SanAntonio+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35g9dhoHTI/AAAAAAAAAss/CAUuiS5q2fY/s1600-h/SanAntonio+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151661632772382002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35g9dhoHTI/AAAAAAAAAss/CAUuiS5q2fY/s200/SanAntonio+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35g-NhoHUI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NJqSRn75WOg/s1600-h/SanAntonio+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151661645657283906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35g-NhoHUI/AAAAAAAAAs0/NJqSRn75WOg/s200/SanAntonio+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35eINhoHRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/wFo8vbp_TUw/s1600-h/SanAntonio+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151658518921092370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35eINhoHRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/wFo8vbp_TUw/s320/SanAntonio+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my Mom, Auntie Karen and Nana and Papa for taking the boys while we away. It was a great few days and a wonderful way to celebrate Ron's 40th birthday. &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/8183512840787380617-2174467492367330092?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2174467492367330092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2174467492367330092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2174467492367330092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2174467492367330092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2008/01/san-antonio.html' title='SAN ANTONIO'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35eHthoHQI/AAAAAAAAAsU/d3zh_oP8j0U/s72-c/Alamo+bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8597340102399982343</id><published>2007-12-25T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:46:50.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS #2</title><content type='html'>Today we celebrated Christmas #2... the real deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35MZNhoG-I/AAAAAAAAAp4/inI3HvY_hhE/s1600-h/christmas+07+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151639019769568226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35MZNhoG-I/AAAAAAAAAp4/inI3HvY_hhE/s320/christmas+07+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys did pretty good and didn't get up until 8:00 am. While the coffee brewed and we waited for my Mom to arrive, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ferwerda&lt;/span&gt; Four opened our stocking. My Mom's sock was also filled at our house. You see... she left a note by her fireplace telling Santa she would be at Nick and Jake's house in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mom arrived, it was a free for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's favourite gift was all his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seahawk&lt;/span&gt; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35OWNhoHDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/7MAoTnoVEuU/s1600-h/christmas+07+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151641167253216306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35OWNhoHDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/7MAoTnoVEuU/s320/christmas+07+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35MadhoHAI/AAAAAAAAAqI/u_kdlDesx7c/s1600-h/christmas+07+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's favourite was his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bakugon&lt;/span&gt; from Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35MbdhoHCI/AAAAAAAAAqY/NWAgARJv5lY/s1600-h/christmas+07+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151639058424273954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35MbdhoHCI/AAAAAAAAAqY/NWAgARJv5lY/s320/christmas+07+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite was a spa gift certificate! Can't wait to cash that in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35PrdhoHFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/UXeCsSlQCpE/s1600-h/christmas+07+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151642631837064274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35PrdhoHFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/UXeCsSlQCpE/s320/christmas+07+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom opened her gift from us. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mish&lt;/span&gt; mash of fun stuff for her to enjoy! The boys gave her some hot cocoa and marshmallows so that when they come to visit Grandma is all set with supplies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35MZ9hoG_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/FFXp2JMQ9Sw/s1600-h/christmas+07+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151639032654470130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35MZ9hoG_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/FFXp2JMQ9Sw/s320/christmas+07+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron's gift from me is a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. I gave him a carry on bag with Larry the gnome... Larry had a note stating "I have travelled through Michigan, now I'm ready to travel further. Pack your bags we leave tomorrow." I can't really tell you any details right now since Ron reads this blog... please visit again in in the New Year for updated info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35OXNhoHEI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jEpE0dD99cc/s1600-h/christmas+07+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151641184433085506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35OXNhoHEI/AAAAAAAAAqo/jEpE0dD99cc/s320/christmas+07+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;See you in the New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8597340102399982343?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8597340102399982343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8597340102399982343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8597340102399982343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8597340102399982343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2.html' title='CHRISTMAS #2'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35MZNhoG-I/AAAAAAAAAp4/inI3HvY_hhE/s72-c/christmas+07+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-4649305612281465818</id><published>2007-12-24T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:29:56.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33Ox9hoG5I/AAAAAAAAApQ/fTNhJ7tPXDs/s1600-h/christmas+07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve, it is tradition that Ron's Mom's family gathers together for food, drinks and fun. This year the VanLieshout crowd gathered at Uncle Jack's house. Santa took time out of his busy schedule to drop by and deliver presents to the little ones. We played the present game and I ended up with a roll of toilet paper beautifully wrapped. Good thing there was two $5.00 bills taped to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33OzdhoG8I/AAAAAAAAApo/6v2G4x5Eufs/s1600-h/christmas+07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151500932276034498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33OzdhoG8I/AAAAAAAAApo/6v2G4x5Eufs/s320/christmas+07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33Oy9hoG7I/AAAAAAAAApg/RXtSYKHUEJ4/s1600-h/christmas+07+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151500923686099890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33Oy9hoG7I/AAAAAAAAApg/RXtSYKHUEJ4/s320/christmas+07+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home the boys found a gift on their bed from Rudolph. It seems every year Rudolph delivers brand new jammies to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33OzthoG9I/AAAAAAAAApw/8bU2Ps_ENYI/s1600-h/christmas+07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151500936571001810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33OzthoG9I/AAAAAAAAApw/8bU2Ps_ENYI/s320/christmas+07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Jake set out milk and cookies for Santa and then settled down for a story... "Twas the Night before Christmas" of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33OydhoG6I/AAAAAAAAApY/BBE4wIuMcD4/s1600-h/christmas+07+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151500915096165282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33OydhoG6I/AAAAAAAAApY/BBE4wIuMcD4/s320/christmas+07+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-4649305612281465818?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/4649305612281465818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=4649305612281465818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4649305612281465818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4649305612281465818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33OzdhoG8I/AAAAAAAAApo/6v2G4x5Eufs/s72-c/christmas+07+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2616853356776110331</id><published>2007-12-22T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:59:15.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to me!</title><content type='html'>So... I gave myself a little Christmas present this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151496096142859122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33KZ9hoG3I/AAAAAAAAApA/NBeLWeo4gc8/s320/winter+07+160.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly is for my Mom. The acorns are for my 2 nutty boys. The Oak tree symbolizes my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little larger than first planned and hurt more than you can even imagine but turned out amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! I guess I better considering it isn't coming off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-2616853356776110331?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2616853356776110331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2616853356776110331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2616853356776110331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2616853356776110331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-me.html' title='Merry Christmas to me!'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33KZ9hoG3I/AAAAAAAAApA/NBeLWeo4gc8/s72-c/winter+07+160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2297843631904867276</id><published>2007-12-18T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:48:10.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FERWERDA FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the family shot we had taken on the weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151494000198818658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33If9hoG2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/v2n5i0AE6bI/s320/the+ferwerda+four.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/8183512840787380617-2297843631904867276?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2297843631904867276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2297843631904867276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2297843631904867276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2297843631904867276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/ferwerda-four.html' title='THE FERWERDA FOUR'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33If9hoG2I/AAAAAAAAAo4/v2n5i0AE6bI/s72-c/the+ferwerda+four.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2222849968892982394</id><published>2007-12-17T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:44:26.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather outside was frightful... but not scary enough to keep us from celebrating Christmas # 1 with the Ferwerda's yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G39hoGyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TaeR-5aEWWw/s1600-h/winter+07+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492213492423458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G39hoGyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TaeR-5aEWWw/s200/winter+07+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day off with brunch at the Four Points by Sheraton in London. Nice to see the Ferwerda's are sticking to the correct hotel chain! December birthdays were celebrated with yummy chocolate cake and presents were enjoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G4dhoGzI/AAAAAAAAAog/_Fx-Hk22DqU/s1600-h/winter+07+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492222082358066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G4dhoGzI/AAAAAAAAAog/_Fx-Hk22DqU/s200/winter+07+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Sears for family portraits. 15 people in one shot. The photographer did a great job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151493003766405970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33Hl9hoG1I/AAAAAAAAAow/3r-aDNdfqwc/s320/The+Ferwerda+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was over to Nana and Papa's house for Christmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G4thoG0I/AAAAAAAAAoo/fyEcwcNF25s/s1600-h/winter+07+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492226377325378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G4thoG0I/AAAAAAAAAoo/fyEcwcNF25s/s200/winter+07+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G3dhoGxI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cUxWK4iMBqI/s1600-h/winter+07+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492204902488850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G3dhoGxI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/cUxWK4iMBqI/s200/winter+07+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think... in another week we'll be doing this all over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-2222849968892982394?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2222849968892982394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2222849968892982394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2222849968892982394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2222849968892982394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-1.html' title='Christmas #1'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R33G39hoGyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TaeR-5aEWWw/s72-c/winter+07+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-550787458530343617</id><published>2007-12-16T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:19:02.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' with my Gnomies!</title><content type='html'>This weekend Melynda, Paula and I went to Saginaw for some girly fun and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJzT5HAHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/KxHL-Z2P9_Q/s1600-h/winter+07+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145162245156044914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJzT5HAHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/KxHL-Z2P9_Q/s200/winter+07+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped. We ate. We made friends with a Gnome named Larry. We did not obey signs very well. We swam and sat in the hottub. We shopped some more. We ate some more and we made it home without too much trouble. Customs nabbed us for duty. It may have had something to do with not being able to see Paula in the back seat but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJzD5HAGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dZhhh0znKDY/s1600-h/winter+07+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145162240861077602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJzD5HAGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/dZhhh0znKDY/s200/winter+07+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJ0D5HAJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/H1SacDJkz5E/s1600-h/winter+07+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145162258040946834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJ0D5HAJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/H1SacDJkz5E/s200/winter+07+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJzz5HAII/AAAAAAAAAmo/GHTa6nQY9M4/s1600-h/winter+07+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145162253745979522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJzz5HAII/AAAAAAAAAmo/GHTa6nQY9M4/s200/winter+07+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times with fun friends. Thanks for a great weekend girls! Can't wait to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-550787458530343617?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/550787458530343617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=550787458530343617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/550787458530343617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/550787458530343617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/hangin-with-my-gnomies.html' title='Hangin&apos; with my Gnomies!'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dJzT5HAHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/KxHL-Z2P9_Q/s72-c/winter+07+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1751555839239077652</id><published>2007-12-12T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:54:26.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2cyrz5HAAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PPrxA9Qh0aU/s1600-h/winter+07+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145136827539587074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2cyrz5HAAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PPrxA9Qh0aU/s200/winter+07+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2cyrT5G__I/AAAAAAAAAlg/YF_wj06NWgA/s1600-h/winter+07+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145136818949652466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2cyrT5G__I/AAAAAAAAAlg/YF_wj06NWgA/s200/winter+07+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Jacob was in his very first Christmas concert.  The Junior and Senior kindergarten kids sang a few cute Christmas songs and played instruments.  He was so... excited but a little nervous too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After their performance we went back to the classroom for cookies and juice.  Jake wanted to introduce us to all his little friends.  Especially Kera and Julie - his two girlfriends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2cysD5HABI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Y1-3uVJqOjI/s1600-h/winter+07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145136831834554386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2cysD5HABI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Y1-3uVJqOjI/s200/winter+07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8183512840787380617-1751555839239077652?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1751555839239077652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1751555839239077652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1751555839239077652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1751555839239077652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-concert.html' title='Christmas Concert'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2cyrz5HAAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/PPrxA9Qh0aU/s72-c/winter+07+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-9008996830411312250</id><published>2007-12-11T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:30:32.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/yj6cbM-h8xg'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was my birthday just incase I didn't get a chance to remind you. I spent the day with the supervisors from work. We had a training session at the St. Thomas Golf and Country Club. I was given a Level 10 Happy Birthday and ate lots of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Ron got me a Dairy Queen Oreo Blizzard instead of a cake that night. Does my hubby know me or what?&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/8183512840787380617-9008996830411312250?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/9008996830411312250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=9008996830411312250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/9008996830411312250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/9008996830411312250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-me_17.html' title='Happy birthday to Me'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7637612567464620001</id><published>2007-12-08T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:40:53.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starwood Holiday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the Starwood annual Christmas Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so nice to spend some time with everyone outside the walls of work. It also gave us all a reason to get dressed to the nines. We all looked amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDrD5HAEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/0ZjHY-G95Sk/s1600-h/starwood+xmas+party+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145155506352357442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDrD5HAEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/0ZjHY-G95Sk/s200/starwood+xmas+party+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went all out with the little red dress and updo. So fun! Not bad for an E-Bay purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDqD5HACI/AAAAAAAAAl4/pVSeApzDSto/s1600-h/starwood+xmas+party+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145155489172488226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDqD5HACI/AAAAAAAAAl4/pVSeApzDSto/s200/starwood+xmas+party+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night full of good food, great music and amazing friends. I even won a free night in Hamilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDqz5HADI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8Guo7oJNzCs/s1600-h/starwood+xmas+party+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145155502057390130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDqz5HADI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8Guo7oJNzCs/s200/starwood+xmas+party+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDrT5HAFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eETx1g9JIwM/s1600-h/starwood+xmas+party+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145155510647324754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDrT5HAFI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/eETx1g9JIwM/s200/starwood+xmas+party+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dPCT5HAPI/AAAAAAAAAng/82u6S216XZo/s1600-h/the+spg+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145168000412221682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dPCT5HAPI/AAAAAAAAAng/82u6S216XZo/s400/the+spg+gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dPCD5HAOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/TaNuTbIK95g/s1600-h/my+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145167996117254370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dPCD5HAOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/TaNuTbIK95g/s400/my+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dPCD5HANI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7qjRRRozqdo/s1600-h/melynda,+laura+and+paula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145167996117254354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dPCD5HANI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7qjRRRozqdo/s400/melynda,+laura+and+paula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly am a part of the best place in the world to work...&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/8183512840787380617-7637612567464620001?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7637612567464620001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7637612567464620001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7637612567464620001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7637612567464620001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/starwood-holiday-party.html' title='Starwood Holiday Party'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2dDrD5HAEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/0ZjHY-G95Sk/s72-c/starwood+xmas+party+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8983977769041653029</id><published>2007-12-08T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:41:22.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took us 3 different tree farms to find the perfect tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first lot had beautiful tree's; just a little bit too small. They did have a very old pony which Jacob guessed correctly to be 17 years old. We enjoyed hot chocolate and a wander through the trees but came away empty handed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2ithj5HASI/AAAAAAAAAn4/MxUF7yLjKoM/s1600-h/winter+07+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145553366352855330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2ithj5HASI/AAAAAAAAAn4/MxUF7yLjKoM/s400/winter+07+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second lot was not a lot at all. It was a bunch of already cut trees in someone's front yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2ithT5HARI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ECp3q54Bk9M/s1600-h/winter+07+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145553362057888018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2ithT5HARI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ECp3q54Bk9M/s400/winter+07+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... we ended up in Dorchester. A little farm that gives you the entire tree cutting experience. From The wagon ride to the field to the hot chocolate when you are done. We walked from one end of the farm to the other and finally, as the sun started to set, we found "the perfect tree".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2ithz5HATI/AAAAAAAAAoA/q7C8UEne3Io/s1600-h/winter+07+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145553370647822642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2ithz5HATI/AAAAAAAAAoA/q7C8UEne3Io/s400/winter+07+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8983977769041653029?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8983977769041653029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8983977769041653029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8983977769041653029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8983977769041653029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-tree.html' title='The perfect tree'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R2ithj5HASI/AAAAAAAAAn4/MxUF7yLjKoM/s72-c/winter+07+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5204527222712235037</id><published>2007-12-04T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:08:37.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d14067cef736c951" 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://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd14067cef736c951%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331470642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A53742A8DF51F757A68B10B425B90434647220B.370562751411C6B28E74719C200339433012A4ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd14067cef736c951%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3IWm0ikck4KFzdQAeM-pHMSfsY8&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://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd14067cef736c951%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331470642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A53742A8DF51F757A68B10B425B90434647220B.370562751411C6B28E74719C200339433012A4ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd14067cef736c951%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3IWm0ikck4KFzdQAeM-pHMSfsY8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appropriate?  Probably not.  U-Tube worthy?  Definately!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-5204527222712235037?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d14067cef736c951&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5204527222712235037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5204527222712235037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5204527222712235037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5204527222712235037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/hot-like-me.html' title='Hot Like Me'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7427343601525489548</id><published>2007-12-02T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T07:08:03.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKFAST IS SERVED</title><content type='html'>Ron and I were treated to one of the best wake-ups ever this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They boys were up a bit earlier than us and decided to prepare a restaurant style breakfast. We were instructed to stay in bed until they were finished. At 9:00 am we were given the go ahead to get up and take our place at the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was waiting for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140504269390321762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a9Zb9jmGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OweBU9JwntI/s200/winter+07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A retaurant style caddy along with every type of cereal to be found from our cupboard and a big jug of juice in the middle of the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't think of a better way to start the day... can you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/8183512840787380617-7427343601525489548?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7427343601525489548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7427343601525489548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7427343601525489548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7427343601525489548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/breakfast-is-served.html' title='BREAKFAST IS SERVED'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a9Zb9jmGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OweBU9JwntI/s72-c/winter+07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8313652461881432451</id><published>2007-12-01T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T06:55:00.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December welcomes snow</title><content type='html'>This morning we turned the calender page to December. Appropriately, the ground turned from green to white overnight to welcome the new month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I, dressed in our winter gear, headed outside for some Winter-time fun this morning. Just down the street is a little park with a hill just perfect for pint size toboganners. The snow was very wet and the white stuff falling from the sky was quickly turning to rain... however, we got in a couple of hours of fun before everything turned to slush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a6aL9jmEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8iEcimOizyA/s1600-h/winter+07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140500983740340290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a6aL9jmEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8iEcimOizyA/s200/winter+07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a6ab9jmFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BhmbNaT4tGk/s1600-h/winter+07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140500988035307602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a6ab9jmFI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BhmbNaT4tGk/s200/winter+07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a6Yb9jmDI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2AM6EpfMT3c/s1600-h/winter+07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140500953675569202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a6Yb9jmDI/AAAAAAAAAlA/2AM6EpfMT3c/s200/winter+07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8313652461881432451?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8313652461881432451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8313652461881432451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8313652461881432451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8313652461881432451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-welcomes-snow.html' title='December welcomes snow'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R1a6aL9jmEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8iEcimOizyA/s72-c/winter+07+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8085851520003958733</id><published>2007-11-14T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T06:58:58.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>Jacob came home from school the other day with 4, made with care pictures from 4 different girl in his class. Kara, Julie, MacKenzie and I'm not sure what her name is but she has hair like yours Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are so cute. Hearts and stick figures holding hands. He's 4 and already has the ladies after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this one would be trouble...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8085851520003958733?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8085851520003958733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8085851520003958733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8085851520003958733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8085851520003958733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/11/girlfriends.html' title='Girlfriends'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2150330884767314744</id><published>2007-11-08T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:02:29.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beside the fishsticks</title><content type='html'>This morning when we woke up, there was a light covering of snow on the ground. I love snow. It reminds me of just how much Mother Nature is capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUw0tj2hI/AAAAAAAAAkk/s2a_Zbv8-mg/s1600-h/september++October+2007+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130678335753673234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUw0tj2hI/AAAAAAAAAkk/s2a_Zbv8-mg/s200/september++October+2007+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Nicholas were so excited. Nick was determined to wear his snowpants and boots to school, even though I told him it wasn't necessary because the snow would be melted in a couple of hours. This started a morning rush for Jake to get outside to play before all the snow was gone. So... there I was at 8:45 AM in my jammies, coffee in one hand, defending myself from snowballs with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUwEtj2fI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mOpxQEdNh0o/s1600-h/september++October+2007+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130678322868771314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUwEtj2fI/AAAAAAAAAkU/mOpxQEdNh0o/s200/september++October+2007+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUwktj2gI/AAAAAAAAAkc/kEh9pZGWgN8/s1600-h/september++October+2007+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130678331458705922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUwktj2gI/AAAAAAAAAkc/kEh9pZGWgN8/s200/september++October+2007+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake decided it would be a good idea to make a snowman. We used Rockets for the eyes, a carrot for the nose and piece of red licorice for the smile. He was so proud of his little snowman but was really upset at the thought of him melting so he had a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUxUtj2iI/AAAAAAAAAks/0GMRO3g-Ar8/s1600-h/september++October+2007+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130678344343607842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUxUtj2iI/AAAAAAAAAks/0GMRO3g-Ar8/s200/september++October+2007+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Size not exactly as it appears)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Let's put him in the freezer Mommy. He'll stay frozen in there and then I can see him every day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded like a logical plan to me so Mr. Snowman now has a new home beside the fishsticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUx0tj2jI/AAAAAAAAAk0/k-tWalwR1d8/s1600-h/september++October+2007+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130678352933542450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUx0tj2jI/AAAAAAAAAk0/k-tWalwR1d8/s200/september++October+2007+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-2150330884767314744?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2150330884767314744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2150330884767314744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2150330884767314744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2150330884767314744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/11/beside-fishsticks.html' title='Beside the fishsticks'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzPUw0tj2hI/AAAAAAAAAkk/s2a_Zbv8-mg/s72-c/september++October+2007+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8035914876104821076</id><published>2007-11-07T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:30:33.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Cubbie Bear</title><content type='html'>Jacob has been attending a little group called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; with his good friend Carter. Every Tuesday evening Carter's Mom and Dad; Glenda and John; pick up my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cubbie&lt;/span&gt; Bear and off they go to London for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; is a group run by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt;. It's a fun, positive environment where kids can learn and grow spiritually. As they get older they are graduated into Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I tagged along to see first hand what it was all about. I'm so glad I did! Jacob was awarded with his vest and special book welcoming him as an official member of the club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130273767014259090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzJkz0tj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/G3ypkZL46rc/s320/september++October+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited to get that vest that he wanted to wear it to bed that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're a little bit behind the other kids so we spent today getting caught up. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; motivated to catch up to the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; because he receives a sticker for each Bear Hug lesson he completes and earns badges as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's loving it and the Leaders are loving him! Really, who wouldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8035914876104821076?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8035914876104821076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8035914876104821076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8035914876104821076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8035914876104821076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-little-cubbie-bear.html' title='My Little Cubbie Bear'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzJkz0tj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/G3ypkZL46rc/s72-c/september++October+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2538279306643010144</id><published>2007-11-06T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:29:30.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furnace update</title><content type='html'>Furnace dude came and all is good.  $200 later and we have heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-2538279306643010144?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2538279306643010144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2538279306643010144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2538279306643010144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2538279306643010144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/11/furnace-update.html' title='Furnace update'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2941122792857184289</id><published>2007-11-06T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:26:53.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWAIN</title><content type='html'>SWAIN - definition... Part snow and part rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what has been falling from the sky all day. We can officially say that Tuesday November 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; marks the first snow of the season. The kids were very excited to see the white stuff. Jacob asked how long before he could go sledding at the park. Nick is happy that he doesn't have to go to football practice tonight since their season is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite as excited about the SWAIN. It is cold and miserable and wet. To make it even extra enjoyable, I am waiting for the furnace repair dude to come as I write this. Yes, we have no heat. We do have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wood stove&lt;/span&gt; which is slowly warming the house to a comfortable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt;. It is very hot in the basement and very cold in the bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it's a quick fix so we can all sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comfortably&lt;/span&gt; tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-2941122792857184289?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2941122792857184289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2941122792857184289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2941122792857184289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2941122792857184289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/11/swain.html' title='SWAIN'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1441687686345009176</id><published>2007-11-04T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:31:00.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hawks Season comes to an End</title><content type='html'>Today The St. Thomas Hawk's Season came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick played in his final Tyke game against his buddy Andrew's team.&lt;br /&gt;He truly loved this year of football. His heart was in every minute of it. So much so, that he took the loss today pretty hard. They all received medals for a job well done. Even Jake received one as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;honorary&lt;/span&gt; member of the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmM0tj2eI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gyhkhqJrKoc/s1600-h/september++October+2007+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130345664766794210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmM0tj2eI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gyhkhqJrKoc/s200/september++October+2007+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmMktj2dI/AAAAAAAAAkE/7XLzJaMdxOo/s1600-h/september++October+2007+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130345660471826898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmMktj2dI/AAAAAAAAAkE/7XLzJaMdxOo/s200/september++October+2007+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmMEtj2cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8khI_ChM_kk/s1600-h/september++October+2007+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130345651881892290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmMEtj2cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8khI_ChM_kk/s200/september++October+2007+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, Ron's Atom team was also defeated. As head coach Ron had a hard time closing off the season after the game. He has spent a lot of time with these boys; teaching them more than just how to pass the ball. The parents put together a scrapbook housing memories from the 2007 season. A beautiful keepsake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmLUtj2aI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lHFrosGwxYA/s1600-h/september++October+2007+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130345638996990370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmLUtj2aI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lHFrosGwxYA/s200/september++October+2007+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmL0tj2bI/AAAAAAAAAj0/BL_0_Kp2tB8/s1600-h/september++October+2007+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, although hard, you need to remember that it is only a game. It is not about who wins or loses. It is not about how many touchdowns you get or tackles you make. It is about doing what you love and doing your best at it! Both my boys did exactly this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on a fantastic Football season Nick and Ron!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1441687686345009176?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1441687686345009176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1441687686345009176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1441687686345009176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1441687686345009176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/11/hawks-season-comes-to-end.html' title='The Hawks Season comes to an End'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RzKmM0tj2eI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gyhkhqJrKoc/s72-c/september++October+2007+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1343254901133349595</id><published>2007-10-31T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T05:24:11.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the night when all the little ghosts and goblins come knocking on your door. My little Monsters were so excited to start the rounds it was difficult to hold them off until it got dark. The clocks don't fall back until the weekend, so we had to start our route a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was Captain Jake Sparrow. Parrot and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyqD1wZf55I/AAAAAAAAAjU/vVAEwpmwI1E/s1600-h/september++October+2007+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128056085262886802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyqD1wZf55I/AAAAAAAAAjU/vVAEwpmwI1E/s200/september++October+2007+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas and his friends Brandon and Connor went as football players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyqD1QZf54I/AAAAAAAAAjM/tVJi0BUmqBk/s1600-h/september++October+2007+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128056076672952194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyqD1QZf54I/AAAAAAAAAjM/tVJi0BUmqBk/s200/september++October+2007+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dad's did the walkin' tonight and I got to stay home and give out the candy. We only had about 20 kids visit our door. I bought enough candy for 100. I have a few leftovers to take care of. Good thing I bought red licorice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyqD1AZf53I/AAAAAAAAAjE/kasXjUcfUq0/s1600-h/september++October+2007+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128056072377984882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyqD1AZf53I/AAAAAAAAAjE/kasXjUcfUq0/s200/september++October+2007+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night the kids came back with 2 pillowcases full of cavities waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get my little Goblins to bed. Happy Halloween everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1343254901133349595?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1343254901133349595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1343254901133349595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1343254901133349595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1343254901133349595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyqD1wZf55I/AAAAAAAAAjU/vVAEwpmwI1E/s72-c/september++October+2007+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-4760400165448077717</id><published>2007-10-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:32:57.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallow's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight after school the boys and I got a few things ready for Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pumpkin Carving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake didn't like sticking his hands in to get the goop out. Neither did Nick but he braved it as to not be the "wimpy" big brother. They each created their own spooky faces and Nick carved his all by himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp62QZf5yI/AAAAAAAAAic/tvoeAzs5cSk/s1600-h/september++October+2007+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128046198248171298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp62QZf5yI/AAAAAAAAAic/tvoeAzs5cSk/s200/september++October+2007+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp61wZf5xI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GhH60H0SiR8/s1600-h/september++October+2007+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128046189658236690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp61wZf5xI/AAAAAAAAAiU/GhH60H0SiR8/s200/september++October+2007+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp62wZf5zI/AAAAAAAAAik/FqYu7cOFgC8/s1600-h/september++October+2007+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128046206838105906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp62wZf5zI/AAAAAAAAAik/FqYu7cOFgC8/s200/september++October+2007+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pumpkin Seeds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't carve pumpkins without saving the seeds to toast and munch on later. Lots of salt and butter and there you have the best fall treat ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp63gZf51I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZhldGpyrABo/s1600-h/september++October+2007+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128046219723007826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp63gZf51I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZhldGpyrABo/s200/september++October+2007+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class Party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, I need you make something for my Hallween Class party." Nothing like a last minute request from a 9 year old! Good thing my cupboard was stocked with everything needed to create Halloween Rice Crispies. While Nick was at Football practice, Jake and I created these Halloween treats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp63QZf50I/AAAAAAAAAis/6apzGU8qxr8/s1600-h/september++October+2007+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128046215428040514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp63QZf50I/AAAAAAAAAis/6apzGU8qxr8/s200/september++October+2007+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the BIG day! Happy Hallows Eve! &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/8183512840787380617-4760400165448077717?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/4760400165448077717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=4760400165448077717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4760400165448077717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4760400165448077717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/hallows-eve.html' title='Hallow&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ryp62QZf5yI/AAAAAAAAAic/tvoeAzs5cSk/s72-c/september++October+2007+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2610744809403656684</id><published>2007-10-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:14:16.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready For Some Football!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127871869820593922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyncTAZf5wI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ol_htbAvF94/s320/september++October+2007+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nick was fired up today and The Hawks won a very close game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick even earned McDonalds french fries for tackling in the end zone. Nothing like a couple of skull stickers and french fries to get the kids going!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/8183512840787380617-2610744809403656684?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2610744809403656684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2610744809403656684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2610744809403656684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2610744809403656684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready For Some Football!'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RyncTAZf5wI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ol_htbAvF94/s72-c/september++October+2007+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1244437990699741711</id><published>2007-10-22T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:19:09.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>Tonight, when I asked Jacob how his day was at school, he proceeded to recite many different songs and rhymes that he has been learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a little drama King on my hands. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; my little pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c48e7f7a77f4995a" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc48e7f7a77f4995a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331470642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE692BEED73B8DB6FFD70C18A76EF058521AE308.5A5A28065B132A273B0587AA685A540C94FE6808%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc48e7f7a77f4995a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVoG82vyVmpq9Ut569mJuYe1318s&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc48e7f7a77f4995a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331470642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE692BEED73B8DB6FFD70C18A76EF058521AE308.5A5A28065B132A273B0587AA685A540C94FE6808%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc48e7f7a77f4995a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVoG82vyVmpq9Ut569mJuYe1318s&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/8183512840787380617-1244437990699741711?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1244437990699741711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1244437990699741711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1244437990699741711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1244437990699741711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-little-pumpkin.html' title='My Little Pumpkin'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8792931032569228599</id><published>2007-10-21T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:16:51.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Football Sunday</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LMFA&lt;/span&gt; season is now in the home stretch to playoffs. The Hawks have already secured a spot in the finals and are excited to be ranked #2 in the tyke division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they played Purple. I could not get over the size of these kids. They are 8 and 9 years old and some of them would stand eye-to-eye to me and probably weigh more. Needless to say Nicholas was a little intimidated when he lined up across from #99; one of the biggest kids on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids put forth a great effort but the Hawks ended up losing by 1 touchdown. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the game, coach Andy distributed the pictures. Sports Illustrated here he comes!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124720248635635746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6p6gktuCI/AAAAAAAAAiE/o1aKVnfGEis/s400/Nick+football+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8792931032569228599?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8792931032569228599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8792931032569228599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8792931032569228599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8792931032569228599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-football-sunday.html' title='Another Football Sunday'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6p6gktuCI/AAAAAAAAAiE/o1aKVnfGEis/s72-c/Nick+football+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1338633614892755402</id><published>2007-10-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:09:25.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 65th Birthday Mientje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today the Ferwerda's got together to celebrate Ron's mom's 65th birthday. She doesn't actually turn the big number until the 28th of October but today was the day we could all get together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lSQktt6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/qjERFxQZMfQ/s1600-h/september++October+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124715159099389858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lSQktt6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/qjERFxQZMfQ/s200/september++October+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a small celebration in the afternoon including the kids. We distributed birthday gifts to Jack who will be turning 4 in November, Emma who actually celebrated in the summer and Tyler who's birthday is the same day as Mientje's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lSwktt7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/V78MRQjEWq8/s1600-h/september++October+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124715167689324466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lSwktt7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/V78MRQjEWq8/s200/september++October+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lTAktt8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/K_VzhpVn11A/s1600-h/september++October+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124715171984291778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lTAktt8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/K_VzhpVn11A/s200/september++October+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adults went out for supper at "The Black Trumpet" in London. What a nice restaurant. We had the loft of the restaurant all to ourselves. It was sure nice to catch up with Ron's family and enjoy their company over a great meal and some wine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lTgktt-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/eo0jZ_1e1hA/s1600-h/september++October+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124715180574226402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lTgktt-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/eo0jZ_1e1hA/s200/september++October+2007+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6oAQktt_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/SS0ZC7i4d_A/s1600-h/september++October+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124718148396627954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6oAQktt_I/AAAAAAAAAhs/SS0ZC7i4d_A/s200/september++October+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6oAwktuAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/1KhXgYCGl6k/s1600-h/september++October+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124718156986562562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6oAwktuAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/1KhXgYCGl6k/s200/september++October+2007+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Nana. Here's to many more years of happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lTQktt9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/JmIf0RNdejg/s1600-h/september++October+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124715176279259090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lTQktt9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/JmIf0RNdejg/s200/september++October+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1338633614892755402?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1338633614892755402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1338633614892755402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1338633614892755402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1338633614892755402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-65th-birthday-mientje.html' title='Happy 65th Birthday Mientje'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rx6lSQktt6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/qjERFxQZMfQ/s72-c/september++October+2007+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1096081864745918896</id><published>2007-10-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:50:28.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchy Cheek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My poor little Jacob is suffering from an ouchy cheek. He hasn’t really been himself all weekend. A little emotional, moody and extremely attached to Mommy. Now I know why. Jacob is getting his molars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121745773329758050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="92" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RxQYpQktt2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/HokCNnEdF2g/s320/tooth.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight after supper (which he did not eat much of) Jacob was falling apart. He started crying because he missed his little girlfriend Deanna. We took care of that by calling her to chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;“Hi, this is Jacob. Can I talk to Deanna please?”&lt;br /&gt;“I miss you Deanna… wanna come to my place and play with my lego?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atleast he is sticking to the lego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the night went on his cheek got ouchier and ouchier and ouchier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few hours he has spent sobbing in my arms. He is finally asleep with the help of a good dose of Motrin. Teeth can be a pain. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in for a long night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1096081864745918896?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1096081864745918896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1096081864745918896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1096081864745918896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1096081864745918896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/ouchy-cheek.html' title='Ouchy Cheek'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RxQYpQktt2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/HokCNnEdF2g/s72-c/tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7074497425464430095</id><published>2007-10-14T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:47:07.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Crazy!</title><content type='html'>This weekend Steven, my friend Magaly's little guy, came for a sleepover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Steven played nicely together.  The odd occurence of "I don't play well with others" syndrome did surface, but for the most part they got along great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time at the park, jumping on the trampoline and playing with the castle stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven is a good little guy.   He listens.  He eats whatever I put infront of him and he even went to bed when I said with no fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"You'll sleep here tonight buddy and your Mommy will pick you up tomorrow.  You get the special sleeping bag." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"When I wake up my Mommy will be here in 5 minutes."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing kids don't really have a true sense of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magaly had a well deserved break and I got to re-live the daycare days that I truly miss.  A lot.  Call me crazy, I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-7074497425464430095?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7074497425464430095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7074497425464430095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7074497425464430095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7074497425464430095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call me Crazy!'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-590947333674803844</id><published>2007-10-12T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:25:26.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today Ron and I celebrated our 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121749703224833906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RxQcOAktt3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/4jYhYY6lMJc/s320/anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a deal that instead of spending money on gifts, we would spend a needed evening together over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron didn't totally follow the rules and came home from work bearing a dozen yellow roses (my favourite). I guess I can't say that nobody buys me flowers anymore! I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121751369672144770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RxQdvAktt4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/7YDC02QnaD4/s320/yellow+roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Magaly&lt;/span&gt; helped us out by watching the kiddies so we could escape for a few hours. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Galy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Romas&lt;/span&gt;. They have the best ribs around! Yummy! It was fun to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; over dinner. We talked about our wedding in Jamaica. What were we doing at this time 14 years ago? Drinking banana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;daiquiris&lt;/span&gt; and laying on the beach, man. Dreadlocks and all! Brings a smile to my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121754341789513618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RxQgcAktt5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/W4uf0iNSTdE/s400/wedding.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years, 2 kids, memories to hold close and memories yet to make happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a Happy Ever After!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-590947333674803844?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/590947333674803844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=590947333674803844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/590947333674803844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/590947333674803844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RxQcOAktt3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/4jYhYY6lMJc/s72-c/anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6208680295541801579</id><published>2007-10-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T03:56:16.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football and all there is to be thankful for</title><content type='html'>Are you ready for some football? Thanksgiving Monday and Football go hand in hand in our household. The St. Thomas Hawks played the Lucas Tykes at home this morning and Nicholas came out playing strong. He caused 2 fumbles early and almost intercepting one of them. He is on fire lately! I think he is truly enjoying playing and has developed a lot of confidence over the last few games. The Lucas offence started running their plays to the other side just to avoid Nick! (much to his frustration) “&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get to play very much Mommy&lt;/em&gt;,” he said after the game. I'd take that as a compliment buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsMhwkttzI/AAAAAAAAAgM/H4wlxtmkPg0/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119199175550809906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsMhwkttzI/AAAAAAAAAgM/H4wlxtmkPg0/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsMiQktt0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/KjJDMoeg9sU/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119199184140744514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsMiQktt0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/KjJDMoeg9sU/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won the game 40 - 38. A nail bitter right til the end. Ron coached his Atom team to a tie this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was enjoyed outdoors. It's not too often that you can fill up the pool and wander around in your shorts on Thanksgiving. I cut the grass while the kids splashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsNtwktt1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/vF0EfgIessg/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119200481220867922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsNtwktt1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/vF0EfgIessg/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys decided to share with whomever would listen what they were thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I couldn't figure out how to get the video to go the right direction so you'll have to watch with your head tilted sideways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad6e0e1e9451d8c8" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad6e0e1e9451d8c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331470642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BFAA68C9A1B3A4E6C7DA46995285AD70A6314D8.401234D177CA99FE65AA2C21BF0B042FD9AD4A7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad6e0e1e9451d8c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP8IPlrVIQ6RQ2BR4gRpDiQcS44c&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad6e0e1e9451d8c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331470642%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BFAA68C9A1B3A4E6C7DA46995285AD70A6314D8.401234D177CA99FE65AA2C21BF0B042FD9AD4A7D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad6e0e1e9451d8c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP8IPlrVIQ6RQ2BR4gRpDiQcS44c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the back yard, soaking up the sun and watching my boys play, I couldn't help but think how much I have to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My husband. It was this time last year that Ron was in the hospital. I am not only thankful but lucky that we are celebrating our 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary this coming Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My beautiful boys. What more can I say. They are my world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends who walk beside me no matter what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Mom. I enjoy popping in for a cup of tea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; or just plain hanging out to watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; TV. It is so nice that she lives close by and I'm sure one of the things on the kid's thankful list is Grandma's treat house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing that my Dad has found his place in heaven and is enjoying a game of football right along with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ferwerda&lt;/span&gt; Four!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8183512840787380617-6208680295541801579?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6208680295541801579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6208680295541801579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6208680295541801579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6208680295541801579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/football-and-all-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='Football and all there is to be thankful for'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsMhwkttzI/AAAAAAAAAgM/H4wlxtmkPg0/s72-c/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-4294857516839021926</id><published>2007-10-07T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:02:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ferwerda&lt;/span&gt; Four celebrated Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day cooking the traditional dishes that make Thanksgiving what it is. Turkey (fresh from Omega farm), stuffing (Mom's recipe), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Swedish&lt;/span&gt; potatoes (as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apposed&lt;/span&gt; to Canadian), squash (even though I'm the only one that will eat it) and cranberry sauce (not from the can). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpurwkttqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bjIo_4bHLu0/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119025624512312994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpurwkttqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bjIo_4bHLu0/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas started with the decorations first thing this morning by painting a Thanksgiving banner. It turned out amazing... too bad the clean up job afterwards wasn't quite that amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpwSwkttvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6UjxI2i65lA/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119027394038839026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpwSwkttvI/AAAAAAAAAfs/6UjxI2i65lA/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys picked the gourds from the garden of Weeden and created a beautiful centre piece for the table. I knew my lack of weeding this summer would pay off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpusQkttrI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3aps0_yQCiQ/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119025633102247602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpusQkttrI/AAAAAAAAAfM/3aps0_yQCiQ/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got down to the good eats we went around the table to say what each of us were thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwputAkttsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/-Scrcae8f64/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119025645987149506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwputAkttsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/-Scrcae8f64/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my Mommy and my Daddy and my Nicholas and the gourds and God and my Hamsters that are in Heaven and my Grandpa who is peaking down on us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwputgktttI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rjML5egHLtQ/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119025654577084114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwputgktttI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rjML5egHLtQ/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to have a family that loves me so much. I am thankful for all this yummy looking food. Can we eat now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a yummy supper but most importantly a supper enjoyed with each member of the Ferwerda Four present. With work and football and life to interfere we don't always get the opportunity to be together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwputwkttuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/j4QaLHRJHiA/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119025658872051426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwputwkttuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/j4QaLHRJHiA/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that in the end all you've got is family... A message that holds more meaning than you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I am most Thankful for... The Ferwerda Four!&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/8183512840787380617-4294857516839021926?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/4294857516839021926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=4294857516839021926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4294857516839021926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4294857516839021926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpurwkttqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bjIo_4bHLu0/s72-c/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1553550417958789210</id><published>2007-10-06T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:42:11.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give It Away</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gaither's Give It Away&lt;/span&gt; Concert took place tonight at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Copp&lt;/span&gt;’s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coliseum&lt;/span&gt;. The concert incorporates many different gospel bands and singers, performing over 4 hours of powerful music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpylwkttxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OlCPpwEJBlw/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119029919479609106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpylwkttxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OlCPpwEJBlw/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AnneMarie&lt;/span&gt; and I drove to Hamilton in the afternoon to lend a hand “manning” the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gaither&lt;/span&gt; merchandise table. (AMP – I feel the term manning is Blog appropriate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take my Mom’s car – since I had it for the weekend and it drives really nice. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t see any Deer but we did drive through a very bad rain storm. Where are those emergency lights located anyways???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to explain the atmosphere that radiates through the building. It is truly the most powerful thing I have ever experienced. The singing is incredible, the message even more incredible and the member’s of band incredibly good looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpylQkttwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/WsbkeYgx08k/s1600-h/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119029910889674498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpylQkttwI/AAAAAAAAAf0/WsbkeYgx08k/s200/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Spring the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gaither&lt;/span&gt;’s visited the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;JLC&lt;/span&gt; in London and that was the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AnneMarie&lt;/span&gt; hooked me up to volunteer! Now Hamilton is added to the Volunteer tour. I’m hoping she’ll call upon me each and every time they come our way because I thoroughly enjoy the music, the company and of course the free stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly was a shame however that Rona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t open for business at 2:00 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1553550417958789210?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1553550417958789210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1553550417958789210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1553550417958789210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1553550417958789210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/homecoming-concert.html' title='Give It Away'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwpylwkttxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OlCPpwEJBlw/s72-c/THANKSGIVING+WEEKEND+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6774987778037222801</id><published>2007-10-03T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:00:41.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Extra Nick made the paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volume 6 Issue #40&lt;br /&gt;London's Community Newspaper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Londoner&lt;br /&gt;Oct 3rd., 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating winners&lt;br /&gt;Paul Davenport (centre), president of the University of Western Ontario, smiles with players from the London Minor Football Association during a pre-game ceremony for United Way at Western Homecoming football game on Saturday. There were winners all around.&lt;br /&gt;The Mustangs beat University of Windsor 49-0 and Western announced its United Way goal for this year is $500,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119197174096049954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsKtQkttyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zG2wwcCv2EU/s320/the+londener.jpg" border="0" /&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/8183512840787380617-6774987778037222801?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6774987778037222801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6774987778037222801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6774987778037222801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6774987778037222801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/10/extra-extra-nick-made-paper.html' title='Extra Extra Nick made the paper'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RwsKtQkttyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zG2wwcCv2EU/s72-c/the+londener.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1217147114336994665</id><published>2007-09-23T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:21:20.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Slam</title><content type='html'>I’m not quite sure how we managed to fit everything into today that we did. Let's just call it the Sunday Slam. The morning started bright and early with a stop at Tim Horton’s on route to Nick’s football game in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the field Jacob found his buddy Alex to keep him busy while Nick practiced up for game time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc3qAkttnI/AAAAAAAAAes/J0jchNw95-Y/s1600-h/september+2007+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113617096750511730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc3qAkttnI/AAAAAAAAAes/J0jchNw95-Y/s200/september+2007+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The St. Thomas Hawks were playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laurier&lt;/span&gt; Storm. The game went back and forth and by the second quarter the score was already 44-42. Nicholas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem to be into the game and got “lit up”. The picture below is my Nick on the ground. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; he has the ball! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc3pgkttmI/AAAAAAAAAek/4ekq0pbWqOY/s1600-h/september+2007+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113617088160577122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc3pgkttmI/AAAAAAAAAek/4ekq0pbWqOY/s200/september+2007+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick is number 21 and even after his forced fumble last week is still feeling a touch "unworthy" in the corner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;. He may have a chance to play a different position over the next couple of weeks though... The Hawks star defensive player is out with sprained ribs. Personally I like the idea of him playing corner. He is 9. He doesn't need sports injuries before he even has the chance to go through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adolescence&lt;/span&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;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc5AAkttoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/KdEb54abeGA/s1600-h/september+2007+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113618574219261570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc5AAkttoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/KdEb54abeGA/s200/september+2007+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc5AgkttpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wo_tTxsKiM4/s1600-h/september+2007+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113618582809196178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc5AgkttpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/wo_tTxsKiM4/s200/september+2007+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and I left the game early leaving just enough time to get to church on time. It was nice seeing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pritchett&lt;/span&gt; kids. They are so… adorable. Katie looked like a little Scottish doll. Andrew had a great time playing with Jake during the service. They played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bakugon&lt;/span&gt;; a new cartoon that Nick is into and has rubbed off on Jake. Jacob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t take his hands off of Deanna. Smart boy because she is absolutely beautiful. I took a cute picture of the two of them. Notice the identical smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc3pQkttlI/AAAAAAAAAec/Yu3FyYsJ_OQ/s1600-h/september+2007+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113617083865609810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc3pQkttlI/AAAAAAAAAec/Yu3FyYsJ_OQ/s200/september+2007+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we headed back to the football field to pick up Nick. They ended up losing the game 90-80. He was covered in mud and burrs from head to toe after playing in the field after his game. Ron’s game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t until later in the afternoon so we left him at the field and the boys and I then drove to Grandmas making a stop at Wendy’s to pick up lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Nick had a “rocket” bath in Grandma’s tub and once all cleaned up we made a trip to Michael’s. I returned to the football field (which by the way is on the total opposite end of the city to my mom’s) to pick up Ron and we went back to Mom’s for supper. By the time we sat down to eat it was close to 7pm but it was definitely worth the wait. BBQ’s ribs and steak and potatoes. Yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home at 9:00. I got the kids to bed while Ron ran out to the grocery store to get a few necessities to start the week. Ron is now in bed. I am enjoying some wind down time, a cup of tea and some Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Connick&lt;/span&gt; Jr. before heading there myself.&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/8183512840787380617-1217147114336994665?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1217147114336994665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1217147114336994665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1217147114336994665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1217147114336994665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-slam.html' title='Sunday Slam'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc3qAkttnI/AAAAAAAAAes/J0jchNw95-Y/s72-c/september+2007+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-4030715663961136947</id><published>2007-09-22T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:56:08.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcqIwkttXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NXLVzIV60Pc/s1600-h/september+2007+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcuqAkttdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8-3nxafoAR0/s1600-h/september+2007+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113607201145861586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcuqAkttdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8-3nxafoAR0/s200/september+2007+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcqJAkttYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/9EKX9rsNLuc/s1600-h/september+2007+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day back to school the Mighty Machines started digging up the ground at The Optmist Park just down the street from us. Each day we passed by the kids would wonder... what are they doing? Jacob was not impressed that his favourite park was out of commission for almost a month. But... as they work started to come to completion, new play equipment started appearing. A large sign was posted last week advertising the grand re-opening of the park which took place today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcupQkttbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/26xBcJh9rtY/s1600-h/september+2007+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113607188260959666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcupQkttbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/26xBcJh9rtY/s200/september+2007+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and I headed over around noon to join in the festivities. There was a clown, free hotdogs, a kid's band called "Make some noise" that was absolutely fantastic and the Reptile guy with his display of Lizards, snakes, bearded dragons and even an aligator. The firefighter's and Ambulance departments of St. Thomas were also there. The big pumper truck demonstrated how wet you can really get. There had to have been over 100 kids on the hill waiting to be sprayed. Good thing it was a hot day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcymwktteI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pnpWb1dcFuc/s1600-h/september+2007+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113611543357797858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcymwktteI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pnpWb1dcFuc/s200/september+2007+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcynQkttfI/AAAAAAAAAds/WmWyJCOpR80/s1600-h/september+2007+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113611551947732466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcynQkttfI/AAAAAAAAAds/WmWyJCOpR80/s200/september+2007+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcynwktthI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WpB2ex6xgB4/s1600-h/september+2007+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113611560537667090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcynwktthI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WpB2ex6xgB4/s200/september+2007+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcyngkttgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MhodXcbHpKE/s1600-h/september+2007+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113611556242699778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcyngkttgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MhodXcbHpKE/s200/september+2007+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcupgkttcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MOomRwAhZM0/s1600-h/september+2007+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113607192555926978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcupgkttcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MOomRwAhZM0/s200/september+2007+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new play equipment is amazing. They have added to saucer swings, a rock climbing wall, a funky balancing teater totter, some spinny things and new swings. The day was excellent! I expected to be there for maybe an hour but we ended up staying for most of the day and returned again after supper for more play time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcupAkttaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iGOAXuH_HJI/s1600-h/september+2007+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113607183965992354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcupAkttaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iGOAXuH_HJI/s200/september+2007+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcyoQkttiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/HykLXbVNYco/s1600-h/september+2007+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113611569127601698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcyoQkttiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/HykLXbVNYco/s200/september+2007+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc0wgkttjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/n7RDMIro-Vg/s1600-h/september+2007+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113613909884778034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc0wgkttjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/n7RDMIro-Vg/s200/september+2007+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc0wwkttkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rogikf_raoI/s1600-h/september+2007+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113613914179745346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rvc0wwkttkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rogikf_raoI/s200/september+2007+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in such a great community. They always seem to be something to improve it and this is just one more example.&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/8183512840787380617-4030715663961136947?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/4030715663961136947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=4030715663961136947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4030715663961136947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4030715663961136947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-park.html' title='A New Park'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RvcuqAkttdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/8-3nxafoAR0/s72-c/september+2007+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1256692544708779393</id><published>2007-09-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:20:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's in session</title><content type='html'>Jacob is adjusting to JK nicely now.  The first week had me worried.  It has now been 2 weeks and he seems a lot happier and is starting to settle in nicely.  His teacher says that he has been having some great days.  He participates freely and is quite the little social bug.  That’s my Jacob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they had a mouse in their class named Nibles.  He couldn’t stop talk about him.  When I asked Jake whose mouse it was he answered “It’s my teacher’s.  It lives with her in the classroom.”  It’s funny how kids think that teacher’s live at the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the school’s open house this past Wednesday and the boys got to show off their classrooms and recent specimens of work.  Nick’s classroom is on the second floor of the school and I now understand why he always wants to wear shorts to school.  It is so hot up there.  Nick had a great recap of his summer proudly displayed on the wall and when we checked out his desk there were 6 empty water bottles in there.  Kinda reminds me of how he keeps him room up.  Jacob was so proud to show off his classroom.  “This is the play doe table.  Only 2 people are allowed to sit here.  This is where I keep my lunch.  This is where I play on the computer.  This is the smart board.  This is…  “  Both of the kid’s teachers are very nice and I anticipate a very successful school year for the both of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1256692544708779393?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1256692544708779393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1256692544708779393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1256692544708779393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1256692544708779393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/schools-in-session.html' title='School&apos;s in session'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1466970577631500816</id><published>2007-09-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:01:05.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumble Forcin' Football</title><content type='html'>The LMFA season kicked off today with Nick's 10:00 am tyke game in St. Thomas. They were playing his buddy Andrew's team and Nick was both nervous for the game and excited to have Andrew over after the game to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, Andrew's older brother, is Jacob's best buddy in the whole entire world. They adore each other and Alex kept him busy for the entire game so I could watch! Thanks Alex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4I_3iu2lI/AAAAAAAAAcE/D6EzfX9brw8/s1600-h/september+2007+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111032520446499410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4I_3iu2lI/AAAAAAAAAcE/D6EzfX9brw8/s200/september+2007+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas played an amazing game. He had a couple of great tackles and even forced a fumble in the last quarter of the game that made the Hawks hang on to their lead and win the tight 30 - 28 game. He came off the field just beaming and the coach even lifted him high in the air to congratulate him on his fabulous play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4JAXiu2mI/AAAAAAAAAcM/10C_HNwGi-Q/s1600-h/september+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111032529036434018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4JAXiu2mI/AAAAAAAAAcM/10C_HNwGi-Q/s200/september+2007+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly what he needed. Nick's self esteem is low to begin with and when he was placed at the Corner postion again this year he was really down on himself. &lt;em&gt;"I don't want to play corner. I played that last year. I want to learn something different. They put the bad players at the corner position."&lt;/em&gt; No matter how much of the contrary we told him and explained to him he still felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game showed him that he can make things happen. When you play hard, try your best and make the best of the situation you are dealt, look what can happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A way of thinking to follow for not only the game of football... but for the game of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4JA3iu2nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZsB67WolZic/s1600-h/september+2007+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111032537626368626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4JA3iu2nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZsB67WolZic/s200/september+2007+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick was exhausted (and stinky... I seriously didn't know a 9 year old could smell that bad) at the end of the game. Not tired enough to pass up McDonalds for lunch and some play time with Andrew though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4JA3iu2nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZsB67WolZic/s1600-h/september+2007+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1466970577631500816?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1466970577631500816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1466970577631500816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1466970577631500816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1466970577631500816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/fumble-forcin-football.html' title='Fumble Forcin&apos; Football'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4I_3iu2lI/AAAAAAAAAcE/D6EzfX9brw8/s72-c/september+2007+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6212533195043484606</id><published>2007-09-15T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:27:47.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 Time Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight the Western Mustangs were at home playing host to Ottawa for their third game of the season. We have season tickets and tonight The Ferwerda Four made their way together to section G to watch the Mustangs go down by three touchdowns VERY early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-B3iu2gI/AAAAAAAAAbc/CexWdB1_XQA/s1600-h/september+2007+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111020460178332162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-B3iu2gI/AAAAAAAAAbc/CexWdB1_XQA/s200/september+2007+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-BXiu2eI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-x7lnEYUNrs/s1600-h/september+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111020451588397538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-BXiu2eI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-x7lnEYUNrs/s200/september+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't University ball we were there to see however. It was the 1/2 time show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The St. Thomas Hawks were scrimaging against Westminister as part of the 1/2 time show during the game. Nicholas and his teammates were so excited to get out onto Western's turf to show everyone what they had and Ron was nervous at how his team would come together on the field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-B3iu2fI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DCe88oSDBug/s1600-h/september+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111020460178332146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-B3iu2fI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DCe88oSDBug/s200/september+2007+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The noise that stadium creates is simply amazing. Jacob did his part in banging his feet against the metal stands chanting "Let's go Mustangs, let's go." I even caught a T-Shirt that was thrown into the crowd. Jacob decided that he should wear it. It went down to his ankles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3_KXiu2jI/AAAAAAAAAb0/8pHmm6qw5RY/s1600-h/september+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111021705718848050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3_KXiu2jI/AAAAAAAAAb0/8pHmm6qw5RY/s200/september+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-CXiu2hI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ywFVt-qdVEc/s1600-h/september+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111020468768266770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-CXiu2hI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ywFVt-qdVEc/s200/september+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for the the Hawks to take the field, the cheers from the LMFA section were deafening. They did great and had a ton of fun being out there just like the pros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4BAXiu2kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/DAv5Z52QxuM/s1600-h/september+2007+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111023732943411778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru4BAXiu2kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/DAv5Z52QxuM/s200/september+2007+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was difficult to get pictures.  Nick is on the right with black pants and helmet chasing the kid with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parents had a great time getting cold bums from the metal stands and drinking hot chocolate. It was darn cold out there. But it was all worth it to watch our little ones be in the spotlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left after 1/2 time but heard The Mustangs did make up some ground in the second half but still ended up losing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The St. Thomas Hawks however were definate winners!&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-6212533195043484606?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6212533195043484606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6212533195043484606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6212533195043484606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6212533195043484606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/12-time-show.html' title='1/2 Time Show'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ru3-B3iu2gI/AAAAAAAAAbc/CexWdB1_XQA/s72-c/september+2007+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-712186774258146592</id><published>2007-09-13T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:00:03.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to move</title><content type='html'>Jr. Kindergarten and Jacob are not seeing quite eye to eye. Tomorrow he will have a week of school under his belt and I honestly thought that he would be running to the door leaving me behind by now. It's not quite like that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, it is like pulling teeth to get him to go and an emotional departure at bell time. He doesn't cry, but I can see the stress and emotion all over his face. He's like me that way. Wears everything on his sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuovBHiu2dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DXWq4szXoaA/s1600-h/september+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109948423456348626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuovBHiu2dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DXWq4szXoaA/s200/september+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a beautiful day. We started our journey to school a touch late. Jake was dragging his feet, taking his time and really not wanting to go. So... I tuned him into my I-Pod with the promise that he would pick up the pace a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuovAniu2bI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-tuYvq9EdP0/s1600-h/september+2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109948414866414002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuovAniu2bI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-tuYvq9EdP0/s200/september+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuovA3iu2cI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cTh-fhDeSjo/s1600-h/september+2007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109948419161381314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuovA3iu2cI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cTh-fhDeSjo/s200/september+2007+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't quite get the concept that when you do not need to speak loud when wearing earphones. I believe the entire neighbourhood heard him singing away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Hey, hey, I, I, I don't like your girlfriend. I think you need a new one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should download a few kid friendly songs, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did pick up the pace and danced himself all the way to school. The music helped on the way there but he was still a clingy, emotional and sad little boy at bell time. It didn't make things any easier when a different teacher was there to great them today. His teacher was home sick. They had a supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know how his day was. I've been working nights and he isn't too interested in sharing any details about school what so ever. When I got home from work tonight (this morning) I peaked in his room to check on him and he was sound asleep with the covers pulled over his head. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he will come around soon. The emotional good-byes every day are killing me. However, I know the day will soon come that he won't even want to be seen with me at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-712186774258146592?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/712186774258146592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=712186774258146592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/712186774258146592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/712186774258146592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/music-to-move.html' title='Music to move'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuovBHiu2dI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DXWq4szXoaA/s72-c/september+2007+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-3710778865563999080</id><published>2007-09-05T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:21:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To School I Go</title><content type='html'>Today was Jacob’s first day of school. Over the past year he has talked non-stop about going to school; just like his big brother. Now that the day has finally arrived for him to start JK he's having second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jake was VERY emotional. When I asked him what was wrong he said in a very teary voice “I don’t want to go to school. I want to stay home with you.” This morning he wouldn't eat. I managed to get some toast and honey into him before heading to school for the afternoon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDffTwui5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/eiQnqNiJDN4/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107327706411731858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDffTwui5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/eiQnqNiJDN4/s320/Fam+and+more+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDffjwui6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ahv5BLrIFtk/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107327710706699170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDffjwui6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ahv5BLrIFtk/s320/Fam+and+more+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was a bundle of nerves but he did great! He placed his bag on the fence, like he was told to do, received his “My name is Jake” tag from his teacher and went to play in the sand. When the bell rang the kids all lined up and off they trotted inside to their classroom. He clung to me in the line up but put on a brave little smile and a wave before he disappeared behind the big school doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home my eyes were pretty pink (to match the rest of me.) Kids are so little now when they start school. They are just learning to wipe their bums for heavens sakes and they are shipped off to a classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I picked him up at the end of the day he was beaming. He had a great day, loves his teacher and even made a new little friend. When I asked him his new friend's name he said "I forget mommy, he's the guy with the spiderman shirt." That certainly narrowed it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked so little and so big all at the same time. No matter how big he gets though, he'll always be my baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-3710778865563999080?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/3710778865563999080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=3710778865563999080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3710778865563999080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3710778865563999080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/off-to-school-i-go.html' title='Off To School I Go'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDffTwui5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/eiQnqNiJDN4/s72-c/Fam+and+more+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6533680390830204470</id><published>2007-09-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:07:05.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School I Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was Nick’s first day back to school. I can’t believe he is already in grade 4. He is getting way too big way too fast. Ron had the day off today so drove him over in the morning. Nicholas wanted to ride his bike… all by himself. He wore his new football shirt and combed his hair just so then proceeded to put his seahawk hat. He lives in that thing.   I made him take it off for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107322634055355266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDa4Dwui4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/jRr7GF-J1ko/s320/Fam+and+more+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me a bit to think that I remember the details of my grade 4 year vividly. I had Mrs. Campbell and Mrs. Kouture. It was a split grade 4 / 5 class and I really didn’t like it. My boyfriends name was Chris and we held hands on a class trip. My best friend was Jennifer and we had sleep overs with our stuffies. Jennifer ripped her pants one day playing super ball and I went home with her so she could change. She was so upset that her mom would be mad. The funny things we remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas enjoyed his day and was happy to see all his friends again. He has a great teacher with a great bunch of kids in his class. I have a good feeling that his grade 4 year will be a happy one to remember! I wonder what memories he will take to his adult years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-6533680390830204470?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6533680390830204470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6533680390830204470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6533680390830204470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6533680390830204470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-school-i-go.html' title='Back To School I Go'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDa4Dwui4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/jRr7GF-J1ko/s72-c/Fam+and+more+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7156451766261714974</id><published>2007-09-01T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:39:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite as planned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today the boys and I decided to head to Pinafore Park for Fire Muster Days. St. Thomas plays host to this very popular Labour Day weekend event each year. We have heard a lot about it but have never had the pleasure of attending. I decided that we would pack a picnic lunch, load up the wagon, lather on the sunscreen and leave the house in time for the parade. So... at 10:30 we headed out the door. But... "no wagon." It seems that during the evening "somebody" thought it would be a good idea to steal our red wooden wagon. Sad. Needless to say this was not a great start to the day. It did not however stop us from having an awesome day. The boys hopped on their bikes and peddled their little hearts out, making it to the park in a record 45 minutes... just in time to see the last half of the parade pass by! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV5TwuizI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-F2z6DcU6qU/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107317157972052786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV5TwuizI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-F2z6DcU6qU/s200/Fam+and+more+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV5zwui0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/gImIKi27-UY/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107317166561987394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV5zwui0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/gImIKi27-UY/s200/Fam+and+more+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake was not impressed that water was thrown overboard instead of candy. Nick however was right there to step &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of his little brother to protect him. They both enjoyed the many different fire trucks and of course the loud sirens! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV7Twui2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/-RYTxuJ5pTM/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107317192331791202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV7Twui2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/-RYTxuJ5pTM/s200/Fam+and+more+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi5Dwui8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/EP_bDFr_r9U/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107331447328246722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi5Dwui8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/EP_bDFr_r9U/s200/Fam+and+more+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi5zwui9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZGG4hTXWbHk/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107331460213148626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi5zwui9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ZGG4hTXWbHk/s200/Fam+and+more+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time riding the rides... climbing aboard the trucks... eating snow cones... playing at the park and getting our faces painted. We even went on a hike, led by Nick, down the paths that led to Lake Margaret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV7Dwui1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/UrHXwfy8368/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107317188036823890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV7Dwui1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/UrHXwfy8368/s200/Fam+and+more+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi8jwui-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/pMBbqsEE5fI/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107331507457788898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi8jwui-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/pMBbqsEE5fI/s200/Fam+and+more+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi_Twui_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/y-rUE00wzDk/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107331554702429170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi_Twui_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/y-rUE00wzDk/s200/Fam+and+more+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi4Dwui7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/rf021A04CXw/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107331430148377522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDi4Dwui7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/rf021A04CXw/s200/Fam+and+more+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV8Dwui3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/eHXTx1lK9w4/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107317205216693106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV8Dwui3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/eHXTx1lK9w4/s200/Fam+and+more+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 5:00 we decided to pedal home. I can't believe my little guys made it all the way there by bike without as much as whine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you... things don't always go as planned. It's all in what YOU make of it that matters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-7156451766261714974?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7156451766261714974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7156451766261714974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7156451766261714974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7156451766261714974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/09/fire-musters.html' title='Not quite as planned'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDV5TwuizI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-F2z6DcU6qU/s72-c/Fam+and+more+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5121250140507715612</id><published>2007-08-28T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:10:57.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden of Weeden</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the summer I noticed a strange plant growing in my garden. I could not determine whether it was a weed or a plant so I left it. As the summer continued, so did the growth of numerous other “unidentifiable” plants/weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDoIjwujCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GMSjuhuzUvU/s1600-h/summer+07+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107337211174358050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDoIjwujCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GMSjuhuzUvU/s200/summer+07+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAUR 2:4-3:26&lt;br /&gt;A tiny gourd was formed from a misplaced seed dating back to last fall. Then another gourd, slightly different in appearance and shape stemmed off from the first one. Both made home in the garden of weeden at the East side of our home. The boys have been given strick commands to not touch the forbidden fruit/vegetable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDoHjwujAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4I9S7d7MRBw/s1600-h/Fam+and+more+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107337193994488834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDoHjwujAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4I9S7d7MRBw/s200/Fam+and+more+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDoIDwujBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9oewihU2KHk/s1600-h/summer+07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107337202584423442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDoIDwujBI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9oewihU2KHk/s200/summer+07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no serpent in this story. Even he can not stake claim to my feeble attempt at covering my shear laziness. The fact is – I didn’t weed. At all. Not even once this summer. And because of this I now have a variety of gourd’s that will make a fine center piece display at Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am owning my lovely garden. How many of you can say they have gourds growing amongst the black eyed susans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-5121250140507715612?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5121250140507715612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5121250140507715612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5121250140507715612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5121250140507715612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/garden-of-weeden.html' title='Garden of Weeden'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuDoIjwujCI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GMSjuhuzUvU/s72-c/summer+07+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5570432645013076073</id><published>2007-08-26T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:57:56.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot to Go</title><content type='html'>"You better try to go pee before we leave because we aren't stopping for a while." That was my Dad's voice before we hopped in the car to head North. When I was a kid this annoyed me but now that I am in my 30's I totally get it.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how being a Mom and working at Starwood has trained my bladder to be the strength of steal. Maybe it also has something to do with the long drives Up North where we wouldn't dare say we had to go; especially in the middle of rush hour traffic on a holiday weekend on Highway 400. Whatever the reasoning, today was yet another day where I simply forgot to go. I was at work. Going to the bathroom there can be a scary thing. Not only do I get performance anxiety but I have to dodge the agents wanting to carry on their lifetime stories through the walls of the stalls. It wasn't until I hopped in the car at 5:00 pm that I realized that I had not made a trip to bathroom since 5:45 that morning.&lt;br /&gt;Who has time to go? It's amazing how we tend to forget to do the little important things in life. I should really take my father's advice and visit the bathroom before heading up to bed. Once I'm snuggled in under my covers, I don't plan on getting up for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-5570432645013076073?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5570432645013076073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5570432645013076073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5570432645013076073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5570432645013076073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/forgot-to-go.html' title='Forgot to Go'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6945682036776715218</id><published>2007-08-25T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:44:04.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from Auntie Linda</title><content type='html'>My Auntie Linda lives in New Jersey and needless to say we don’t get the opportunity to see her too often. This week she made the trek, with puppy Molly in tow, to this side of the boarder in what was described as the trip from hell. I never received the “full” story of the journey but I can imagine it would be a VERY long trip alone. Mom always enjoys her company and Auntie Linda has appropriately named the extra bedroom “her suite.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107456349272181810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuFUfTwujDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AhR0MAnEl38/s200/Fam+and+more+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a short but great visit and the kids adore little Molly. Hopefully it won’t be too long before she comes for another visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-6945682036776715218?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6945682036776715218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6945682036776715218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6945682036776715218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6945682036776715218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/visit-from-auntie-linda.html' title='A visit from Auntie Linda'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuFUfTwujDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/AhR0MAnEl38/s72-c/Fam+and+more+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5505033768013898503</id><published>2007-08-24T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T07:20:08.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEG and KATE's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My family live on different ends of Ontario and we sometimes go months without seeing other. That is why it was so nice to see my little nieces during their visit to Mom’s this weekend. Of course it was nice to see my brother and Shelley too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 2 Mark’s in our family; my brother and my brother-in-law. Jacob distinguishes between the two in such a funny way. Marc who calls me a little twirpalump and Mark that tells him his ears will turn green. (It’s a long story… I’ll fill you in on another posting.) My brother is the green ear Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob received his birthday gift. Diego Headbanz. We had a great time playing! Thank you Uncle Mark and Auntie Shelley, Meg and Kate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg is getting so… big. Too big. I’ve never known a girl to be so picky about clothes and shopping. You’d swear she is going on 16. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107466283531537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuFdhjwujFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nZ6vwXAwaqo/s200/Fam+and+more+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate is adorable and Jacob adores her. It certainly is fun to have a little one around. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107466270646635586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuFdgzwujEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7xL-0eFuBxU/s200/Fam+and+more+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley looked great and is dropping weight like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother… well… he’s still my dorky brother but I love him anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see everyone again. Hopefully it won’t be too long. I’m sure Jake will be willing to bring his Headbanz game to keep everyone entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-5505033768013898503?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5505033768013898503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5505033768013898503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5505033768013898503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5505033768013898503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/meg-and-kates-visit.html' title='MEG and KATE&apos;s visit'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuFdhjwujFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/nZ6vwXAwaqo/s72-c/Fam+and+more+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-3585609801495434275</id><published>2007-08-18T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:07:47.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVFL Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was the day of the big game. The London Falcon’s vs the Toronto Thunder at Varsity stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob stayed with Nana and Papa for the day so I could actually sit back and enjoy the game instead of chasing. Thanks Mom and Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice drive to Toronto and a beautiful day for football. We packed a picnic lunch which we enjoyed prior to the game along with the numerous items of candy Nick and Andrew purchased at the convenient stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the coaches were more nervous than the players. Norb paced back and forth before the game listening intently to his I-Pod and Ron disappeared somewhere. To gather himself and his nerves I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPRDwujJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/kZV-22Fn790/s1600-h/summer+07+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107661713133440146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPRDwujJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/kZV-22Fn790/s200/summer+07+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs of support addorned the stands and the chants of "DEFENCE clap clap DEFENCE clap clap" echoed through the stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIRWTwujLI/AAAAAAAAAak/OCeYoyS8AjQ/s1600-h/summer+07+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107664002351008946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIRWTwujLI/AAAAAAAAAak/OCeYoyS8AjQ/s200/summer+07+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Falcon's had control of the game from kick off. There were a few nervous moments but in the end they came out champions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIRWjwujMI/AAAAAAAAAas/TsDiUXTcEsw/s1600-h/summer+07+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107664006645976258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIRWjwujMI/AAAAAAAAAas/TsDiUXTcEsw/s200/summer+07+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final score ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London Falcons - 26&lt;br /&gt;Toronto Thunder - 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPQjwujHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PdfrKICn3Qk/s1600-h/summer+07+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107661704543505522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPQjwujHI/AAAAAAAAAaE/PdfrKICn3Qk/s200/summer+07+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The London Falcons went a straight 11-0 for the season to win the Ontario Varsity Championship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPQzwujII/AAAAAAAAAaM/dsVQSNHclsc/s1600-h/summer+07+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107661708838472834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPQzwujII/AAAAAAAAAaM/dsVQSNHclsc/s200/summer+07+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPRjwujKI/AAAAAAAAAac/ObjkUNQc_0E/s1600-h/summer+07+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107661721723374754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPRjwujKI/AAAAAAAAAac/ObjkUNQc_0E/s200/summer+07+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The celebration on the field after the 4th quarter came to a close was sweet. A lot of emotions. A lot of pictures and a lot of very happy boys! Now they truly know what it feels like when those NFL player touch the Super bowl after victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPQDwujGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vUwt0m1rdx0/s1600-h/summer+07+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107661695953570914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPQDwujGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vUwt0m1rdx0/s200/summer+07+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-3585609801495434275?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/3585609801495434275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=3585609801495434275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3585609801495434275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3585609801495434275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/ovfl-champions.html' title='OVFL Champions'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RuIPRDwujJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/kZV-22Fn790/s72-c/summer+07+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1889837938740981151</id><published>2007-08-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:56:13.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Today Jacob officially turned Four. To celebrate we had a "everything Jacob likes day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started with presents. He unwrapped some pretty cool car stuff from Nick, a new Thomas lunch bag for back to school and a tunnel for his trains that makes lots of noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLXiDwuirI/AAAAAAAAAWk/h3Ibn__v26k/s1600-h/summer+07+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378307889400498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLXiDwuirI/AAAAAAAAAWk/h3Ibn__v26k/s200/summer+07+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLXjTwuitI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dQbss30pXbI/s1600-h/summer+07+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378329364237010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLXjTwuitI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dQbss30pXbI/s200/summer+07+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLXizwuisI/AAAAAAAAAWs/np-BRABADPw/s1600-h/summer+07+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103378320774302402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLXizwuisI/AAAAAAAAAWs/np-BRABADPw/s200/summer+07+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made pancakes (eggless style) which Jake enjoyed drenching in syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLVRzwuiqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7F5DpR-wosY/s1600-h/summer+07+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103375829693270690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLVRzwuiqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7F5DpR-wosY/s200/summer+07+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLVRDwuipI/AAAAAAAAAWU/U-aJQutfmNc/s1600-h/summer+07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103375816808368786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLVRDwuipI/AAAAAAAAAWU/U-aJQutfmNc/s200/summer+07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Fleetway. Jacob is getting so big he can almost handle the 10 pin bowling ball. Almost! I did have proof of the final score but Ron decided to erase it off the camera. He certainly needs some work on dealing with his inabilities! I won! The boys enjoyed a dairyqueen birthday slushy and then we headed for home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiVjwuiuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8KgOceYkL_k/s1600-h/summer+07+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390187768941282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiVjwuiuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8KgOceYkL_k/s200/summer+07+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiVzwuivI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TP5v3qG0pp4/s1600-h/summer+07+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390192063908594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiVzwuivI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TP5v3qG0pp4/s200/summer+07+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiWTwuiwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9fTBHAXWKI0/s1600-h/summer+07+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390200653843202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiWTwuiwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9fTBHAXWKI0/s200/summer+07+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiWzwuixI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4itsLImg488/s1600-h/summer+07+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390209243777810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiWzwuixI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4itsLImg488/s200/summer+07+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's favourite dinner ever was served; crabby patties and icecream cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiXTwuiyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Aax_B0fTAl4/s1600-h/summer+07+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103390217833712418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLiXTwuiyI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Aax_B0fTAl4/s200/summer+07+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1889837938740981151?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1889837938740981151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1889837938740981151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1889837938740981151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1889837938740981151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RtLXiDwuirI/AAAAAAAAAWk/h3Ibn__v26k/s72-c/summer+07+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5951823576191463335</id><published>2007-08-11T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:32:40.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALCONS WIN!</title><content type='html'>The final score...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Falcons - 9&lt;br /&gt;Hamilton Steelmen - 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Falcons won the Conference finals today by a point advancing them to the Ontario Finals next weekend in Toronto against the Scarborough Thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nV6hSxYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/guUTiEMY4Lo/s1600-h/falcons+-+07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097836560646325634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nV6hSxYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/guUTiEMY4Lo/s200/falcons+-+07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was a tight one with many nail-biting moments. The boys didn't play their best game ever but stepped it up enough to beat the defending champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing Jacob was there dancing away to my IPOD to lighten the mood. "Don't funk with my heart..." Andrew and Nick sat on the sidelines in the imfamous tent playing gameboy and eating pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nSqhSxUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uVaDPzROZ5Q/s1600-h/falcons+-+07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097836504811750722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nSqhSxUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uVaDPzROZ5Q/s200/falcons+-+07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nTKhSxVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NG9n5Xq_jCs/s1600-h/falcons+-+07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097836513401685330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nTKhSxVI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NG9n5Xq_jCs/s200/falcons+-+07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions after the game were intense and so was the smell from the huddle. The coaches and players have dedicated a lot of time and energy to the season. Their hearts are so intertwined into the football world and the win was a victory in so many ways. It was nice to see the smiles and excitement radiating from the field this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nT6hSxWI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zy7GfjWmcVI/s1600-h/falcons+-+07+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097836526286587234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nT6hSxWI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zy7GfjWmcVI/s200/falcons+-+07+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nU6hSxXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/AqDHSPT1u4w/s1600-h/falcons+-+07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097836543466456434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nU6hSxXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/AqDHSPT1u4w/s200/falcons+-+07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day for football and we look forward to making it a family weekend in TO cheering on the Falcons to victory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-5951823576191463335?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5951823576191463335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5951823576191463335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5951823576191463335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5951823576191463335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/falcons-win.html' title='FALCONS WIN!'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8nV6hSxYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/guUTiEMY4Lo/s72-c/falcons+-+07+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-4617122380947601941</id><published>2007-08-05T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:48:21.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>This weekend was full of summer time fun. And what better way to spend it then with "cousins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas has been counting down the days until my sister "the weed scientist" and the boy's visit from Ottawa. He absolutely adores Zac and Adam and they always have a great time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night we stayed at my Mom's. The boys made a fort in the basement out of blankets and pillows and blow up matresses. The slept in the fort with the stipulation that they could not try to break their record from Christmas time. I think the record is 4:00 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went to Storybook Gardens. This seems to be a summer-time tradition. The park has changed so much since I was a kid, but watching them play on some of the old equiptment that I used to play on when I was their age is kinda fun! The kids had a great time playing and cooling down in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Gs6hSxBI/AAAAAAAAATU/hPP6Ysqte8s/s1600-h/cousins+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097800671899599890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Gs6hSxBI/AAAAAAAAATU/hPP6Ysqte8s/s200/cousins+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Gu6hSxDI/AAAAAAAAATk/Nkwh1DPAF_E/s1600-h/cousins+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097800706259338290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Gu6hSxDI/AAAAAAAAATk/Nkwh1DPAF_E/s200/cousins+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnahSxSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Lnkhj1o7kto/s1600-h/47b7d624b3127cceb89f99ae869f00000020112AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097823667154502946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnahSxSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Lnkhj1o7kto/s400/47b7d624b3127cceb89f99ae869f00000020112AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnKhSxQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/igqvJj5R9fk/s1600-h/47b7d624b3127cceb89e9582a6f900000020102AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097823662859535618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnKhSxQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/igqvJj5R9fk/s400/47b7d624b3127cceb89e9582a6f900000020102AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnKhSxRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1obCchJPEW8/s1600-h/47b7d624b3127cceb89e9efde61b00000040132AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097823662859535634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnKhSxRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1obCchJPEW8/s400/47b7d624b3127cceb89e9efde61b00000040132AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Gt6hSxCI/AAAAAAAAATc/QCSd3TZdFz8/s1600-h/cousins+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097800689079469090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Gt6hSxCI/AAAAAAAAATc/QCSd3TZdFz8/s200/cousins+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night we celebrated Jake's Birthday and all the boy cousins were together. I love this picture of all the boys together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8LIqhSxEI/AAAAAAAAATs/9N-LYruo6E4/s1600-h/cousins+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097805546687480898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8LIqhSxEI/AAAAAAAAATs/9N-LYruo6E4/s200/cousins+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys held a magic show staring the Magnificent Nick. Adam was the host, delivering Dad's oatmeal cookies to all. The rest of the boys were intermission entertainment. And that they definately were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnahSxTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AxSb8AVuD3g/s1600-h/47b7d624b3127cceb89ed65e67ac00000030132AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097823667154502962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnahSxTI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AxSb8AVuD3g/s400/47b7d624b3127cceb89ed65e67ac00000030132AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, we loaded them up for a trip to the beach. It was a cloudy and somewhat rainy day and we had to leave before our picnic lunch due to rain and the yellow flag at the beach but the kids still managed to have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8ZzqhSxKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/njD4vYT2Yio/s1600-h/47b7d624b3127cceb89e4776275400000020102AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097821678584644770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8ZzqhSxKI/AAAAAAAAAUc/njD4vYT2Yio/s400/47b7d624b3127cceb89e4776275400000020102AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Zz6hSxNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lSKTlvpPYds/s1600-h/47b7d624b3127cceb89e3d94a6bb00000020102AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097821682879612114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Zz6hSxNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/lSKTlvpPYds/s400/47b7d624b3127cceb89e3d94a6bb00000020102AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Zz6hSxOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Jx8TeRd167k/s1600-h/47b7d624b3127cceb89e2b69a64d00000020102AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097821682879612130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Zz6hSxOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Jx8TeRd167k/s400/47b7d624b3127cceb89e2b69a64d00000020102AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnKhSxPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lPAbc671UoY/s1600-h/47b7d624b3127cceb89bdc4e47f400000030112AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097823662859535602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8bnKhSxPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lPAbc671UoY/s400/47b7d624b3127cceb89bdc4e47f400000030112AZuHLNq4ZMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a sad good-bye Sunday evening. We were all sad that the weekend had to come to an end. The boys are counting the days until Auntie Jen and the boys visit again. &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/8183512840787380617-4617122380947601941?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/4617122380947601941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=4617122380947601941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4617122380947601941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4617122380947601941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr8Gs6hSxBI/AAAAAAAAATU/hPP6Ysqte8s/s72-c/cousins+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7635196841083930129</id><published>2007-08-04T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T05:43:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Birthday</title><content type='html'>Tonight we celebrated Jake's Birthday with family. He doesn't actually turn 4 until next weekend - but we thought we'd take advantage of celebrating while my sister was visiting from Ottawa! The poor little guy was a tad confused and thought he would be recieving ALL his gifts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you bring my presents Daddy?" &lt;br /&gt;"No sweetheart, you get your presents from Mommy and Daddy and Nick next weekend," The the tears started to flow. "But today is party. Did you forget?"  We would never forget you Jake. You are so lucky you get 2 birthday parties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the confusion and tears were cleared, present time began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma gave him a big box chuck full of art supplies. crayons, paint, craft stuff and more. "I love my glue Grandma. Thank you thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Nana and Papa got him a fishtank of his very own. Very cool. Tyler and Adam, Uncle Kevin and Auntie Karen gave him Diesel the train and a book and Auntie Jen, Uncle Marc and the boyz gave him an adventure backback. He even caught a bee later on that night to put in the bug catcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr7_3ahSw-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lcp3_R23ujg/s1600-h/cousins+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097793155706831842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr7_3ahSw-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lcp3_R23ujg/s200/cousins+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr7_36hSw_I/AAAAAAAAATE/qHB0rg-R15I/s1600-h/cousins+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097793164296766450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr7_36hSw_I/AAAAAAAAATE/qHB0rg-R15I/s200/cousins+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was genuinely excited and VERY polite. After the last gift was opened he stood up and announced "Thank you everybody for my presents. I like them a lot." Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished off the "practice" celebration with ice cream cake, candles and Happy birthday singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr7_4ahSxAI/AAAAAAAAATM/wNfS9tLO09k/s1600-h/cousins+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097793172886701058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr7_4ahSxAI/AAAAAAAAATM/wNfS9tLO09k/s200/cousins+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my little guy is turning 4 already. He's certainly ready but I'm not sure I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-7635196841083930129?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7635196841083930129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7635196841083930129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7635196841083930129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7635196841083930129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/practice-birthday.html' title='Practice Birthday'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rr7_3ahSw-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Lcp3_R23ujg/s72-c/cousins+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2602502300560081685</id><published>2007-08-03T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:08:00.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campers of the Week</title><content type='html'>This week was a scorcher.  With no rain and temperatures of close to 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;degrees&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;humidex&lt;/span&gt;, I was thankful that the boys were both attending the YMCA day camp.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas was able to enjoy a lot of different sports, including his favourite; football.  He was actually put up with a group of 11 and 12 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; kids because he was running circles around the kids his own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried about Jacob attending the camp this week.  I didn't think he was ready.  But he proved his mommy wrong once again.  He was so proud to be so big... cause only big boys go to camp you know.   He played well and made lots of friends and even swam all by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was presented with "Camper of the Week."  A pretty awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accomplishment&lt;/span&gt; for his first ever experience with camp.  He was awarded with a fold-up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt;, a St. Thomas Police &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;water bottle&lt;/span&gt; (Uncle Mark would be proud) and a $5.00 coupon to Dairy Queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would pick up the kids after work each day.  We trudged home in the unbearable heat and by the time we reached our doorstep my little Campers were sweaty and hungry and exhausted.  And so was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say Ron and I got the pleasure of enjoying a few early to bed nights this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-2602502300560081685?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2602502300560081685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2602502300560081685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2602502300560081685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2602502300560081685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/campers-of-week.html' title='Campers of the Week'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6446110005446056589</id><published>2007-08-01T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:21:01.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kids change their minds frequently on what they want to be when they grow up. Heck... I'm still trying to figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"When I grow up I want to be a chef." This is what Jacob has told me over the last few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095783033702892482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rrfbq6hSw8I/AAAAAAAAASs/udq4anOexBo/s200/magic+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He often gets out the bowls and pots and pans and ingredients of choice and "creates". His last creation consisted of milk and water and marshmallows. "This is much better than the last one I made Mommy. Here try some," as he poured some in a little mug for me. His last masterpiece was similar except with baking soda and pepper added in. Yum. He enjoys putting together snacks and picnics and lunches. Yesterday he brought me a special treat. A slice of watermelon salted to perfection! Tonight he decided that he would cook me something on his barbeque. He pulled out the plastic food and went to town. Much safer and less mess too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095783020817990578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrfbqKhSw7I/AAAAAAAAASk/06dBRSATNns/s200/magic+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-6446110005446056589?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6446110005446056589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6446110005446056589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6446110005446056589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6446110005446056589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up...'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rrfbq6hSw8I/AAAAAAAAASs/udq4anOexBo/s72-c/magic+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-3387013773604053769</id><published>2007-07-31T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:59:43.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up With No Place To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"We need to get ready for the party Mommy,"  Jacob said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Ok buddy.  What kind of party are we having?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"It's a Mommy Jake Day Fancy Party."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094245508425368482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJlTKhSw6I/AAAAAAAAASc/ufAVZlY2Cu8/s320/thomas+the+tank+07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, Jake dug out my Nana's old fancy hat and a few select pieces of my jewellery.   You can't tell by the picture but he is also sporting my high heals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture says it all don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-3387013773604053769?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/3387013773604053769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=3387013773604053769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3387013773604053769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3387013773604053769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-dressed-up-with-no-place-to-go.html' title='All Dressed Up With No Place To Go'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJlTKhSw6I/AAAAAAAAASc/ufAVZlY2Cu8/s72-c/thomas+the+tank+07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8855636778323187694</id><published>2007-07-30T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T16:09:34.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magnificent Nick</title><content type='html'>Nick has always bee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt; with magic. My Great Great Grandpa was a true Magician and my Dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dabbled&lt;/span&gt; in it himself after inheriting his treasured magic tricks. Those tricks have now found their way into Nick's hands. There are two big cases full of tricks (some unidentifiable.) Some dating back 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While signing Nick and Jake up at the YMCA camp this year we came across a 5 session Magic workshop being offered throughout the month of July. How could we resist signing him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Corbin led the class. A great guy with lots of magical talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094233087379948386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJaAKhSw2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/N5Li60McgUk/s320/magic+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the final day where family and friends were invited to view a "Magic Show" put on by the kids in the workshop. The Magnificent Nick performed three tricks; Cups and Balls (which I still can't figure out), Quarter through the table and a special trick using a magic bag from "the" collection where he managed to turn Jake's dirty sock into a silk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hanky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJbuqhSw4I/AAAAAAAAASM/qyxNjYMVl1Y/s1600-h/magic+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094234985755493250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJbuqhSw4I/AAAAAAAAASM/qyxNjYMVl1Y/s200/magic+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJbt6hSw3I/AAAAAAAAASE/X5zgGgOjDDw/s1600-h/magic+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094234972870591346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJbt6hSw3I/AAAAAAAAASE/X5zgGgOjDDw/s200/magic+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJbvKhSw5I/AAAAAAAAASU/gYSadG-Tbq4/s1600-h/magic+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094234994345427858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJbvKhSw5I/AAAAAAAAASU/gYSadG-Tbq4/s200/magic+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun hobby for Nick to get involved in. Captain Corbin gives private lessons too, which we may just sign him up for. It would neat to be able to identify and learn how to use those treasures tucked away in the basement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8855636778323187694?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8855636778323187694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8855636778323187694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8855636778323187694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8855636778323187694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/08/magnificent-nick.html' title='The Magnificent Nick'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJaAKhSw2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/N5Li60McgUk/s72-c/magic+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-3850345470798872832</id><published>2007-07-29T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:45:06.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Jacob and I enjoyed "A Day Out With Thomas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092808068770742930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rq1J9KhSwpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/V_IBLD8bwrY/s320/day+out+with+thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob loves trains and especially loves Thomas the Tank Engine. It could have something to do with the exposure of Thomas at an early age which was forced upon the kid. You see... Ron and I both thought Thomas was awesome; so when Nick was little and I was running my daycare, we bought oodles upon oodles of Thomas the Tank stuff. Nicholas never really caught on to the fad so when Jacob came along we had another opportunity. This time it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third year that Thomas has come to town and we have attended each one. Kids from all over gather to see the little blue engine during the 2 weekend event. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJKQ6hSw0I/AAAAAAAAARs/SLhD3V6aBIQ/s1600-h/thomas+the+tank+07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094215782956712770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJKQ6hSw0I/AAAAAAAAARs/SLhD3V6aBIQ/s200/thomas+the+tank+07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJQRKhSw1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/bYRhYr-d94c/s1600-h/thomas+the+tank+07+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094222384321446738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJQRKhSw1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/bYRhYr-d94c/s200/thomas+the+tank+07+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The train ride was probably Jake's favourite part of the day. As the conductor announced the departure and the train started moving the look on my little guys face was priceless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094212243903660802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJHC6hSwwI/AAAAAAAAARM/Veq0tudkyes/s200/thomas+the+tank+07+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went chug chug chuggin along the old Port Stanley train line with Thomas leading the way. Jacob sang the bounced and gabbed the entire way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJKQqhSwzI/AAAAAAAAARk/MiyzIBjP7Jo/s1600-h/thomas+the+tank+07+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094215778661745458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJKQqhSwzI/AAAAAAAAARk/MiyzIBjP7Jo/s200/thomas+the+tank+07+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also got to meet the Leader of the Railway; Sir Thopham Hat. Big hugs and high fives were given all round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJKP6hSwxI/AAAAAAAAARU/LYDI9IzH-oo/s1600-h/thomas+the+tank+07+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094215765776843538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJKP6hSwxI/AAAAAAAAARU/LYDI9IzH-oo/s200/thomas+the+tank+07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJKQKhSwyI/AAAAAAAAARc/k7mVL5ksxd0/s1600-h/thomas+the+tank+07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094215770071810850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RrJKQKhSwyI/AAAAAAAAARc/k7mVL5ksxd0/s200/thomas+the+tank+07+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and I had a great afternoon with Thomas and friends. It will be a sad day when Thomas is no longer "awesome" in my little guys eyes. So for now I am riding down the track of childhood with my little useful engine and enjoying every minute of the ride!&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/8183512840787380617-3850345470798872832?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/3850345470798872832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=3850345470798872832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3850345470798872832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3850345470798872832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard!'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rq1J9KhSwpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/V_IBLD8bwrY/s72-c/day+out+with+thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5975066596396355054</id><published>2007-07-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:23:24.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp and Campin'</title><content type='html'>The YMCA runs some speciality camps throughout the summer. The Environmental Camp at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Springwater&lt;/span&gt; Conservation Area is one of them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; rates as Nick's favourite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092261117570499170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqtYgahSwmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WoewFw8_OQI/s320/July+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enjoyed a week full of fishing, swimming, nature walks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;canoeing&lt;/span&gt;, campfires and fort building. He learned a lot about the environment and even identified some poison ivy just before I stepped on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092261126160433778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqtYg6hSwnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DJ4lU34YoOI/s320/July+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a little sad to see the week come to an end so I decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reenact&lt;/span&gt; the camping environment as best I could in the backyard of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ferwerda&lt;/span&gt; Four's. The boys had fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;campin&lt;/span&gt;' out with Mom and eating their fill of roasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hotdogs&lt;/span&gt;. We even tried a new campfire recipe that Nick learned about this week. Chocolate covered digestible cookies make great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;. turn them chocolate side in and squish a roasted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;marshmallow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092266679553147522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqtdkKhSwoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UUWqcGBU1qA/s320/July+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must say... it wasn't the best sleep I have ever had but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; worth every uncomfortable moment. Anything for my boys. Absolutely anything!&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/8183512840787380617-5975066596396355054?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5975066596396355054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5975066596396355054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5975066596396355054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5975066596396355054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/camp-and-campin.html' title='Camp and Campin&apos;'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqtYgahSwmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WoewFw8_OQI/s72-c/July+2007+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5763598135952526377</id><published>2007-07-26T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:21:44.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't Worry, I'll Come Back To Visit"</title><content type='html'>Things always seem happen for a reason. Our life leads us on a path that somehow makes sense. Even if we don't always see it at that particular moment, it tends to come together in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091686764478906946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqlOIqhSwkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0bF6p3lXUjA/s320/July+2007+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was Jacob's last day at The Thiessen Daycare. It certainly isn't by choice that we leave. We came to Virginia after a difficult time with our previous sitter and Jacob has never been happier. I wish we had have found her a year ago. But now... with Jake attending school in the fall, we had no other option but to find someone who could help us juggle the 1/2 day schedule.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jake rarely cried when we dropped him off. He looked forward to going and didn't always want to leave. He built lots of friendships over the past few months. Sam, Madison, Andrew, Nathan and especially Sethy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091686773068841554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqlOJKhSwlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/H9QInjE9HRQ/s320/July+2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia - Thanks for taking us in when we needed someone like you the most. Thank you for making a difference in our little guys life. For allowing him the room to explore and grow. For giving him the freedom to use his creativity and his imagination to his fullest potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091685381499437618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqlM4KhSwjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/c4Hu2CE3cLc/s320/July+2007+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pulled out of The Thiessen driveway today, Jacob waved and said "Bye Thiessen. Don't worry, I'll come back to visit!" Since Virginia was out of ear shot I answered... "For sure little guy. That is for sure!"&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/8183512840787380617-5763598135952526377?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5763598135952526377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5763598135952526377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5763598135952526377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5763598135952526377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-worry-ill-come-back-to-visit.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t Worry, I&apos;ll Come Back To Visit&quot;'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqlOIqhSwkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0bF6p3lXUjA/s72-c/July+2007+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7848475409771340477</id><published>2007-07-25T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:43:49.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strawberry version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EGqlXBx_bBc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EGqlXBx_bBc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If Vanilla is not for you try the Strawberry version...&lt;br /&gt;Just try to get this one out of your head.  I think you could even break dance to this one!&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/8183512840787380617-7848475409771340477?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7848475409771340477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7848475409771340477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7848475409771340477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7848475409771340477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/strawberry-version.html' title='The Strawberry version'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5500407290002623767</id><published>2007-07-25T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:34:05.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/iIqLPGSb-sA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/iIqLPGSb-sA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A dear (spelled deAr not deEr which is the fuzzy kind that likes to follow me) friend of mine recently posted a New Kids on the Block song to her Blog. I have repeatedly sang this in my head for the past 2 hours. Thanks Bonnie! Just so you know I am practicing my break dancing moves along with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is it temporarily over rode a commercial that thanks to my co-workers has been stuck in my head for a few days now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8183512840787380617-5500407290002623767?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5500407290002623767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5500407290002623767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5500407290002623767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5500407290002623767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/make-it-stop_933.html' title='Make It Stop'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-4190639919779871927</id><published>2007-07-24T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:29:33.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reassurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqaaS6hSwgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OKtgOh1Id3U/s1600-h/friends+@+the+park+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqaaS6hSwgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OKtgOh1Id3U/s1600-h/friends+@+the+park+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090926078526145026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqaaS6hSwgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OKtgOh1Id3U/s320/friends+%40+the+park+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you." ~A.A. Milne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob adores Deanna. The other day out of the blue he turned to her and said "Deanna, I'm going to marry you, you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute. Beautiful. Innocent. Sometimes a little reassurance is all you need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-4190639919779871927?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/4190639919779871927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=4190639919779871927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4190639919779871927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/4190639919779871927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/piglet-sidled-up-to-pooh-from-behind.html' title='Reassurance'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqaaS6hSwgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/OKtgOh1Id3U/s72-c/friends+%40+the+park+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8910230474292268284</id><published>2007-07-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:19:40.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqSTjKhSweI/AAAAAAAAAO8/N5PKovq8hN8/s1600-h/friends+@+the+park+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090355711164203490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="286" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqSTjKhSweI/AAAAAAAAAO8/N5PKovq8hN8/s320/friends+%40+the+park+010.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends believe in each other. They have what it takes to make dreams come true. They stand beside each other through both the good times and the bad times. They are each others light and warmth when the road gets rough. They'll lend a shoulder; hold your hand and encourage you when you hesitate. Together friends can Achieve a world of dreams unimaginable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8910230474292268284?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8910230474292268284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8910230474292268284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8910230474292268284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8910230474292268284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqSTjKhSweI/AAAAAAAAAO8/N5PKovq8hN8/s72-c/friends+%40+the+park+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5801397457611390319</id><published>2007-07-22T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:28:49.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwelcomed visitors Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;They're back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090171968168313186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqPsb6hSwWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7rts6Ze3-YU/s320/marching+ants+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching one by one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know where they are coming from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all come marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching two by two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I even found one in my shoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching three by three,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They surround my feet as I pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&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;The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching four by four,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They don't even want to use the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching five by five,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jake wants to catch them and keep them alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching six by six,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few squirts of Raid could be the fix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching seven by seven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They all need to stop to pray to heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching eight by eight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They better be prepared to meet their fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching nine by nine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They're under the couch for picnic time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The ants go marching ten by ten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I think it's time to End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And they all go marching down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090171963873345874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqPsbqhSwVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xO-XZhEbHLA/s320/marching+ants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-5801397457611390319?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5801397457611390319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5801397457611390319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5801397457611390319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5801397457611390319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/unwelcomed-visitors-return.html' title='Unwelcomed visitors Return'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqPsb6hSwWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7rts6Ze3-YU/s72-c/marching+ants+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6825837478417679759</id><published>2007-07-21T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:30:54.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power Of Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rqdry6hSwiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4YJBuV6hPtw/s1600-h/harry+potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091156426212164130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rqdry6hSwiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4YJBuV6hPtw/s320/harry+potter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The long awaited day for wizard fans everywhere is now over. "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollow" was released to the public today at 00:01 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was snuggled in bed, dreaming of Hogwarts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quiddith&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wizzards&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mudbloods&lt;/span&gt;, and He-who-must-not-be-named; my husband was standing in line at Shoppers Drug Mart with ticket number 106 out of 120. The 2 1/2 hour wait was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth it. (for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes half shut I wandered downstairs early in the morning to start the coffee pot. There on the counter was the untouched, newly released "Deathly Hollows". I was tempted to turn to the last chapter of the 607 page novel. But I didn't. I placed it in my backpack and headed off to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of Potter is simply astounding. J.K. Rowling has captured the attention of young and old with her imaginary world. I have always been a story teller (just ask my brother and sister) and made-up people and creatures frequently made their way into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; world and still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, Ron is sound asleep in the big comfy chair and I am 2 chapters into the book but already captivated. Thank you Ron for knowing me. For knowing what makes me happy and for bringing to life a world outside my imagination that even J. K. Rowling would be envious of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-6825837478417679759?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6825837478417679759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6825837478417679759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6825837478417679759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6825837478417679759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/power-of-potter.html' title='The Power Of Potter'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rqdry6hSwiI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4YJBuV6hPtw/s72-c/harry+potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1073818765771308746</id><published>2007-07-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:39:56.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqPgMahSwUI/AAAAAAAAANs/TGgaId7m-JE/s1600-h/friends+@+the+park+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090158507740807490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqPgMahSwUI/AAAAAAAAANs/TGgaId7m-JE/s320/friends+%40+the+park+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer my Dad wanted to introduce Nick to Golf.  It was always one of his favourite sports and he felt that Nicholas would be great at it too.  I think he was a little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tee'd&lt;/span&gt; off" that he could not fulfill his promise but his health was failing quickly at this point.  Before he past away in January, he told Mom to make sure Nick received those clubs he was looking at at Bob Martins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... to complete Grandpa's wish Grandma purchased "the" Jr. Golf clubs for our big guy and we signed him up for "Golf Camp" at East Park Golf Gardens.  Today is the last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids spent the first 1/2 the day on the 9 hole course learning about grip and stance and how to swing the club.  They were also taught golf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ettiquette&lt;/span&gt; (which I think should be used in the home as well.)  The last part of the day the spent participating in all the other activities East Park has to offer.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Waterslides&lt;/span&gt;, mini-golf, rock climbing, bumper cars and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a great time and really enjoyed learning how to play.  He says he hit the ball 200 yards.  I think he was aiming for Heaven just to make sure that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt; was watching.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golf is one of those games that you can play your entire life.  You never know, he's got an early start.  He may just develop the skills required to be the next Tiger Woods. &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/8183512840787380617-1073818765771308746?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1073818765771308746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1073818765771308746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1073818765771308746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1073818765771308746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/golf-camp.html' title='Golf Camp'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqPgMahSwUI/AAAAAAAAANs/TGgaId7m-JE/s72-c/friends+%40+the+park+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1130445591888080844</id><published>2007-07-19T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:25:29.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never trust the weather man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was a good example of when not to listen to the weather man. The forcast said rain. 90% chance of rain. Infact they were calling for thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQtOahSwdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LxgSmWOmqi4/s1600-h/weather+forcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090243204495884754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQtOahSwdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LxgSmWOmqi4/s320/weather+forcast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne Marie and I both had the day off of work and had planned a "play date" for the kiddies. With the forcast as it was we forwent the big plans for storybook gardens or the park or the beach and decided to just hang out at the Pritchett h0use. But when the sun came out and decided to stay out, we made a run for the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither one of us really thought this trip through. We arrived at Springbank with no extra clothes and only 1 blanket for 4 kids to share. May I add that the park has a wading pool and the children are aged 2, 3, 4 and 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQs66hSwcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y2BSFUzCzwc/s1600-h/friends+@+the+park+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090242869488435650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQs66hSwcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y2BSFUzCzwc/s320/friends+%40+the+park+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As supper time drew near we coaxed 4 wet kids out of the pool, stripped them down to their undies and bundled them in the 1 (now soaking) blanket that we actually brought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQn-ahSwYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VrMARZ_UDg8/s1600-h/friends+@+the+park+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090237432059838850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQn-ahSwYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VrMARZ_UDg8/s320/friends+%40+the+park+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a short trek back to the van and Jacob and Deanna decided that they would make it the distance together... That is what good friends do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQn-6hSwZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HUFSZJXB68g/s1600-h/friends+@+the+park+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090237440649773458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQn-6hSwZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HUFSZJXB68g/s320/friends+%40+the+park+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if the on-lookers at the park were laughing or questioning our parenting teqniques but I must say we certainly recieved a lot of looks and laughs! &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/8183512840787380617-1130445591888080844?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1130445591888080844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1130445591888080844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1130445591888080844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1130445591888080844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-trust-weather-man.html' title='Never trust the weather man'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqQtOahSwdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LxgSmWOmqi4/s72-c/weather+forcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7631214906040968216</id><published>2007-07-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T17:36:42.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIRSPRAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqFPnKhSwTI/AAAAAAAAANk/XuIKh5q75yA/s1600-h/hairspray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089436588162859314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqFPnKhSwTI/AAAAAAAAANk/XuIKh5q75yA/s320/hairspray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was the premier screening of the movie "Hairspray."  Over the weekend, Ron was listening to BOB FM and they were giving away tickets.  He was the right caller and won two double passes.  Since Ron has football practice on Wednesday nights and couldn't go, (besides, I don't think he was too excited about seeing John Travolta anyways) I claimed the tickets and decided to make it a girly night.  Magaly, Anne Marie, Heather and myself  were all looking forward to a great night out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say our night didn't turn our exactly as planned.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne Marie's babysitter cancelled and she spent the day (which was also her wedding anniversary) trying to arrange something with no success.  I bolted out of work early, leaving just enough time for Magaly to get us to London for the 7pm showing. On the way to the theatre, Magaly decided to make a detour to Anne Marie's and watch her kids so she could go.  Heather was the only one that had her act together and was waiting patiently for us when we arrived at 7:00 on the nose.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How was the movie,"  you ask?  I'll let you know when we see it.  I guess they over book the theatre to insure full capacity.  By a lot.  They were sold out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if I had of done my hair up blue and "Hairsprayed" firm hold they would have let me in... What can you do?  I guess it just gives the four of us the excuse to plan another girls night out.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-7631214906040968216?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7631214906040968216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7631214906040968216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7631214906040968216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7631214906040968216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/hairspray.html' title='HAIRSPRAY'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RqFPnKhSwTI/AAAAAAAAANk/XuIKh5q75yA/s72-c/hairspray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1314704184002224865</id><published>2007-07-15T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:08:03.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new friendship blasts off</title><content type='html'>Friday my friend Magaly's little guy Stephen spent the day at our house. Jacob always loves having visitors over to play and was excited to be able to share his trampoline and pool and toys with someone other than his big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys spent hours in the water. Stephen pretended he was Nemo swimming into the filter and they both continued to splash and jump and play even though their lips were blue and teeth were chattering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rpru7Z5iR6I/AAAAAAAAANU/iRmsiGH5B8c/s1600-h/fun+with+Laurwa+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087641433400297378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rpru7Z5iR6I/AAAAAAAAANU/iRmsiGH5B8c/s200/fun+with+Laurwa+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rpru755iR7I/AAAAAAAAANc/79EAVrSX7Zg/s1600-h/fun+with+Laurwa+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087641441990231986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rpru755iR7I/AAAAAAAAANc/79EAVrSX7Zg/s200/fun+with+Laurwa+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the park for a bit too. There is nothing better than viewing the world through a child's imagination. They hopped on the rocket ship and blasted off to Mars. We saw one eyed aliens on the slide and a big green fuzzy alien on the Monkey Bars. Stephen even picked me up a pretend Reeses Peanut Butter Cup from the Mars Convenience store. How did he know that was my favourite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087634084711253906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RproPp5iR5I/AAAAAAAAANM/KVR2NNmlY_8/s320/jake+and+Stephen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like a new friendship has blasted off for my Jacob. He's already asking when Stephen can come over and play again!&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/8183512840787380617-1314704184002224865?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1314704184002224865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1314704184002224865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1314704184002224865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1314704184002224865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-friendship-blasts-off.html' title='A new friendship blasts off'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rpru7Z5iR6I/AAAAAAAAANU/iRmsiGH5B8c/s72-c/fun+with+Laurwa+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-7156849452406352994</id><published>2007-07-14T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T21:38:51.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary Friend</title><content type='html'>My little Jacob has an imaginary friend.  Actually not just one but two imaginary friends.  Their names are Selina and Pickles.   I used to have a hamster named Pickles although I believe this is more coincidental than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selina and Pickles have been many places with us.  The park, the grocery store, Grandma's and the Football field.  They have sat up for supper, complete with fully dished up portions just for them.  The other night I actually made the mistake of sitting down in my regular spot at the dinner table... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Noooooooo&lt;/span&gt;...", said Jacob, "You almost sat on Pickles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pickles and Jake really don't get along very well.  Why they are friends I don't know.  From what I have seen (through my son's imagination) the little guy is kind of annoying.  He reminds me of Caillou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selina is Jacob's "girlfriend".  I questioned him on this tonight because it was my understanding that his one true (non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imaginary&lt;/span&gt;) love was Deanna, my friend Anne Marie's little girl.   His response was quite cute.  "They are both my girlfriends Mommy.  They are both great at sharing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as he doesn't take this approach into his adolescence he'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-7156849452406352994?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/7156849452406352994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=7156849452406352994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7156849452406352994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/7156849452406352994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/imaginary-friend.html' title='Imaginary Friend'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5653471458792551710</id><published>2007-07-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:16:24.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwelcomed Guests</title><content type='html'>Unwelcomed guests have decided to make themselves at home at The Ferwerda Fours. They are black and crawly and all over our basement. Ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my "day off", we cleaned the house from top to bottom. Jacob, armed with a bottle of windex and a roll of paper towel went to work on every inch of squirtable square footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086706539279042434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpecpZ5iR4I/AAAAAAAAANE/OP8kcC3e84Y/s320/picnicking+ants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon realized why we had a colony of ants living in our basement... they were picnicking under the couch. The feast included cheerios, the ends of freezie wrappers, fruitloops, candy wrappers and oreo cookies with the icing licked off. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our thorough cleaning job and 2 boxes of Ant Traps placed in every corner of the room, I think our guests have finally left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned... Always move furniture when vacuuming and watch your children a little closer when Oreo cookies are the snack of choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-5653471458792551710?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5653471458792551710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5653471458792551710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5653471458792551710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5653471458792551710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/unwelcomed-guests.html' title='Unwelcomed Guests'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpecpZ5iR4I/AAAAAAAAANE/OP8kcC3e84Y/s72-c/picnicking+ants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1831191352929172843</id><published>2007-07-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T05:19:25.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day out with Laurwa</title><content type='html'>The Pritchett family just moved into their new house last week and lets just say that things have not gone the smoothest for them. Their house is turned upside down with boxes and bags and half put together furniture. Their stress level over the last little bit has definitely been at it's boiling point. So... I decided that today would be the perfect opportunity to steal their children and play host to "fun day with Laurwa." It would give Anne Marie and Dwayne a chance to get their house looking like a home and was a good excuse for me to live vicariously through their little girls for a day! I'm not sure who had more fun, the kids or me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBmyc-HolI/AAAAAAAAALc/mwBAOEAKORE/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084676996257522258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBmyc-HolI/AAAAAAAAALc/mwBAOEAKORE/s200/day+out+with+laura+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBmy8-HomI/AAAAAAAAALk/6hH2SBUFPHk/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB5_M-HovI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FB4J61BR4TQ/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084698106021782258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB5_M-HovI/AAAAAAAAAMs/FB4J61BR4TQ/s200/day+out+with+laura+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBmzs-HooI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yV6GTYTbmco/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084677017732358786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBmzs-HooI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yV6GTYTbmco/s200/day+out+with+laura+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBm0M-HopI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_c4oM6FKw8U/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084677026322293394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBm0M-HopI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_c4oM6FKw8U/s200/day+out+with+laura+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day at Springbank Park. We enjoyed the play equipment and especially loved cooling off in the wading pool. We had a picnic lunch and fed the leftovers to the ducks. In the afternoon we had an amazing time at the Children's Museum. The kids loved exploring the dinosaur cave and blasting off into outer space! Who an I kidding... so did I. We ended the day with supper at the Pritchett's. Dwayne was quite happy to break out his new BBQing tools. What is it with guys and thier tools?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBmzc-HonI/AAAAAAAAALs/K2ORuAS7Q-E/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084677013437391474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBmzc-HonI/AAAAAAAAALs/K2ORuAS7Q-E/s200/day+out+with+laura+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB6Ac-HowI/AAAAAAAAAM0/56QCgWBxXbA/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084698127496618754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB6Ac-HowI/AAAAAAAAAM0/56QCgWBxXbA/s200/day+out+with+laura+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB6BM-HoxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3QETdTYPEqk/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084698140381520658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB6BM-HoxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3QETdTYPEqk/s200/day+out+with+laura+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids each have their own very unique personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB1_c-HorI/AAAAAAAAAMM/T11zZlH2lis/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084693712270238386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB1_c-HorI/AAAAAAAAAMM/T11zZlH2lis/s200/day+out+with+laura+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew is incredibly sensitive. He cares a lot about "his girls" and wants to be bigger than he actually is. What an amazing little boy. He reminds me a lot of my Nicholas. Maybe there is something to be said about being the first born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB2Ac-HotI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2uKmfzAUCU0/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084693729450107602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB2Ac-HotI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2uKmfzAUCU0/s200/day+out+with+laura+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deanna is Diva. She is an adorable little girl with a very strong personality. She is stubborn and feisty and can definitely hold her own. She is her Mommy's girl thru and thru and the qualities I see in her will take her far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB1_8-HosI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8t1jnUMYwp0/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084693720860172994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB1_8-HosI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8t1jnUMYwp0/s200/day+out+with+laura+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie is a little doll. What a little snuggle bug. I could honestly just hold on to her all day long (if she didn't wiggle away). She is feisty but also very agreeable (at least with me). Anne Marie and Dwayne are probably laughing at that comment. I love how she says my name. It makes me melt. "LaurWa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB1_M-HoqI/AAAAAAAAAME/ea3PKwjxUz0/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084693707975271074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB1_M-HoqI/AAAAAAAAAME/ea3PKwjxUz0/s200/day+out+with+laura+006.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is my Jacob. A little bossy. A little pushy. Not very aggreable. He doesn't fair well when he doesn't get his way but he is definitely the apple of my eye. All he wants is to have fun, be included and make sure that everyone else is having fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB2A8-HouI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YQx76XU391c/s1600-h/day+out+with+laura+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084693738040042210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpB2A8-HouI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YQx76XU391c/s200/day+out+with+laura+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas is getting so big. He actually didn't tag along with us today, he was at his cousins house. We picked him up to join the fun for supper time. Although he acts annoyed by the little ones at times, he loves being the big kid. He led the brigade at the Pritchett's house and had them following his every move. Right down to the custom eggless hamburger buns! The kids loved playing school and Nick loved playing the teacher cause you have to listen to the teacher, right!?! He really is a great kid with a great big heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Marie and Dwayne made some headway with the mounds of boxes while the kids were "having fun with Laurwa" and thier new house really is shaping out to be their new &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A Beautiful Home for a Beautiful Family. Officially signed as such by The Ferwerda Four in the Guest Book that adorns their front entrance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1831191352929172843?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1831191352929172843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1831191352929172843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1831191352929172843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1831191352929172843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-out-with-laurwa.html' title='A day out with Laurwa'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RpBmyc-HolI/AAAAAAAAALc/mwBAOEAKORE/s72-c/day+out+with+laura+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6492878759967100469</id><published>2007-07-06T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:39:21.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUCHDOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084336688818790866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ro8xR8-HodI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aH0VgVU7hW0/s320/touchdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forest City Football Camp came to a close today for Nicholas. He enjoyed his week of Football fun and is pumped for the upcoming LMFA season. The day ended with a scrimage game where the kids put all the skills they learned throughout the week into practice. Nicholas got his first ever football career touchdown and I don't think he has stopped the NFL touchdown dance since. Ron was on the sidelines playing the role of Football Dad. It was nice for Ron to take his whistle off and watch his son play the game that both father and son love so much! He taped the game so I too could witness him in action! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ro8yrM-HoiI/AAAAAAAAALE/nByukcLTL0U/s1600-h/catching+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084340434030273090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ro80r8-HokI/AAAAAAAAALU/O6rxtR7s9Ss/s320/Nick+football+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ro8yrM-HoiI/AAAAAAAAALE/nByukcLTL0U/s1600-h/catching+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ro80S8-HojI/AAAAAAAAALM/yr84vvCAlc0/s1600-h/Nick+football+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick is truly a coaches dream. He may not be the most talented one out there, but he is certainly the most desired member of the team. He's always first in line giving 110% to everything he does. His heart is bigger than his talent and that to me means more than the number of tackles or touchdowns he achieves in a game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ro8yis-HohI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yXLE_HKlnPM/s1600-h/forest+city+football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084338076093227538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" height="233" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ro8yis-HohI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yXLE_HKlnPM/s320/forest+city+football.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of Nick for being the kid that he is! He is the true touchdown of my life!&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/8183512840787380617-6492878759967100469?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6492878759967100469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6492878759967100469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6492878759967100469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6492878759967100469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/forest-city-football-camp-came-to-close.html' title='TOUCHDOWN'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Ro8xR8-HodI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aH0VgVU7hW0/s72-c/touchdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-3986365072523625808</id><published>2007-07-02T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:19:31.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football, Freezies and Ferwerda Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomJqM-HoSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oOOIxAs3xOs/s1600-h/canada+day+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082745012593598754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomJqM-HoSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oOOIxAs3xOs/s320/canada+day+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was the beginning of a very action packed and exciting summer for Nicholas. Forest City Football Camp starting it off in full contact. The camp is run by the head coach from CCH, Mike Circelli, and has an impressive coaching staff. There are Hamilton Tigercats, Saskatchewan Roughriders and Eastern Michigan players as well as coaches and many players and coaches at the University level too. This is Nick's 2nd year to participate. Last year he really didn't like it but now that he has some football experience from the LMFA and some friends also attending I&lt;br /&gt;anticipate a week full of fun! We stayed and watched Nick in action this morning. Take note of this this blog because you never know... you could be looking at the next Football Hall of Famer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNyM-HoTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gpmUvWsDtAQ/s1600-h/nick+football+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749548079063346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNyM-HoTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gpmUvWsDtAQ/s200/nick+football+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNyc-HoUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pxMb5-RRu2A/s1600-h/canada+day+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749552374030658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNyc-HoUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pxMb5-RRu2A/s200/canada+day+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomRbM-HoZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_B_bkmEK2Ps/s1600-h/nick+football+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082753550988583314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomRbM-HoZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_B_bkmEK2Ps/s200/nick+football+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNzc-HoXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7IjYZnrAlTQ/s1600-h/canada+day+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, armed with his "Cars" guys found a big pile of dirt (the long jump pit) and was happy as could be. Even happier after Daddy bought him a&lt;br /&gt;HUGE freezie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNzc-HoXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7IjYZnrAlTQ/s1600-h/canada+day+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749569553899890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNzc-HoXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7IjYZnrAlTQ/s200/canada+day+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomRa8-HoYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oNZlcX2XJJY/s1600-h/canada+day+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082753546693616002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomRa8-HoYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oNZlcX2XJJY/s200/canada+day+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake looks up to his big brother so much. Nick was a little embarrassed when he plopped himself down during lunch with his football buddies and announced "I want to sit beside you Nicholas because I love you!" Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNy8-HoWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/h1kteEoFOtk/s1600-h/canada+day+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749560963965282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNy8-HoWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/h1kteEoFOtk/s200/canada+day+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Nick to do his thing in the afternoon and popped over to see Grandma. When it was time for Ron to go back and get Nick, Grandma, Jake and I had an adventure to Grandma's park (Springbank). The wading pool was filled and Jake had a blast getting himself (and Grandma) wet. Before heading out we took a stroll to see if we could find any ducks. We were Lucky Duckies and found a mommy and her babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNys-HoVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bZtVZsa-o24/s1600-h/grandma+and+jake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082749556668997970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomNys-HoVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bZtVZsa-o24/s200/grandma+and+jake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomRbs-HobI/AAAAAAAAAKM/v-OXjmnKMV0/s1600-h/canada+day+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082753559578517938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomRbs-HobI/AAAAAAAAAKM/v-OXjmnKMV0/s200/canada+day+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomRbc-HoaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MD3znexL_yU/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082753555283550626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomRbc-HoaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MD3znexL_yU/s200/ducks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our day with Kentucky Fried Chicken at Grandmas and a quick trip back to St. Thomas in time for Nick's Magic class at the YMCA. Jacob fell asleep in the car and 3 hours later is still sound asleep. Here's hoping he stays that way for the night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-3986365072523625808?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/3986365072523625808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=3986365072523625808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3986365072523625808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3986365072523625808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-beginning-of-very-action.html' title='Football, Freezies and Ferwerda Fun!'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RomJqM-HoSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oOOIxAs3xOs/s72-c/canada+day+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6396810104109185706</id><published>2007-07-01T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:30:58.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Fireworks, Fire, Football, Flags and Family</title><content type='html'>I didn't think it was possible to find another kid so similar to my Nicholas. Andrew Wolf. Andrew's Dad coaches The Falcons Football team with Ron and the two boys have created quite the little friendship on the sidelines! Friday night Nicholas went to their place in Ilderton. They slept outside in the tent and I'm sure they saw 3am. Gameboys make great night lights in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the boys took the team bus to Guelph where the Falcons won their 6th game of the season. 44-0. Ron brought Nick and Andrew home to our house via Chuckie Cheese for some pizza and games! We ended the evening with a campfire and lucked out when the neighbours were host to a great firework display. The boys watched from the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb78-HoMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pGg1bbu8FFA/s1600-h/canada+day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082413265024688322" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb78-HoMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pGg1bbu8FFA/s200/canada+day+002.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb8M-HoNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uDTIOt1rvk4/s1600-h/canada+day+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082413269319655634" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb8M-HoNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uDTIOt1rvk4/s200/canada+day+012.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohjb8-HoRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Klu_49yRlWU/s1600-h/canada+day+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082421511361896722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohjb8-HoRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Klu_49yRlWU/s200/canada+day+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church today Jacob belted out the words to O' Canada. When we got home we had a suprise visit from Nana and Papa! Nicholas enjoyed showing off his football skills and Jacob showed them anything and everything he possibly could. He had a great time waving our big Canada Flag in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb8c-HoOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Rfuei9IByrs/s1600-h/canada+day+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082413273614622946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb8c-HoOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Rfuei9IByrs/s200/canada+day+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb88-HoPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9CXSahnFZrw/s1600-h/canada+day+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082413282204557554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb88-HoPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9CXSahnFZrw/s200/canada+day+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb9M-HoQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5StH9Y6NirU/s1600-h/canada+day+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082413286499524866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb9M-HoQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5StH9Y6NirU/s200/canada+day+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Canada Day Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-6396810104109185706?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6396810104109185706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6396810104109185706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6396810104109185706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6396810104109185706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/07/fireworks-fire-football-flags-and.html' title='Friends, Fireworks, Fire, Football, Flags and Family'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rohb78-HoMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pGg1bbu8FFA/s72-c/canada+day+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-9098368831172123031</id><published>2007-06-30T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:35:38.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Watch Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday was our SPG Supervisor Summer team building off-site for work.  AKA - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Watch Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. For those of you who are familiar with the television program "3rd Watch", our team decided to live the life of the television show and visit the Emergency services of the city of London. We named ourselves after characters and used our "show names" for the day. I was Doc. A soft spoken Doctor who goes crazy and dies in season 4.  We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; even got matching shirts sporting our "made for television" names.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The day began with a trip to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fire Station #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where we got to play with the lights and sirens and climb aboard the trucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082064423485939714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Roceqs-HoAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uihb63BvOz0/s200/third+watch+day+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082062821463138274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocdNc-Hn-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/PhyvJyZkFsQ/s200/third+watch+day+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I even got to put on the pants and boots and look pouty for the very good looking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fire fighters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082064414896005106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoceqM-Hn_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/LXXgPjnxfYA/s200/third+watch+day+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmss-HoDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yuKp2Gk7ejo/s1600-h/third+watch+day+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The next stop was &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EMS&lt;/span&gt;. They were very busy and we witnessed many code 4's leaving the station. Atleast it wasn't a code 6 which we learned meant &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;very, very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;dead. It was interesting to see the mountains of boxes of supplies housed in the basement of the building incase a disaster or outbreak strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocmtM-HoEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZN1VbAG7VzE/s1600-h/third+watch+day+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082073262528634946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocmtM-HoEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZN1VbAG7VzE/s200/third+watch+day+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmss-HoDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yuKp2Gk7ejo/s1600-h/third+watch+day+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082073253938700338" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmss-HoDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/yuKp2Gk7ejo/s200/third+watch+day+057.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocqL8-HoKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uBOuVlL2znM/s1600-h/third+watch+day+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082077089344495778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocqL8-HoKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uBOuVlL2znM/s200/third+watch+day+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LUNCH TIME&lt;/span&gt;! A picnic in the park. We had so... much food and so... much egg we all layed in the sun digesting for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmts-HoFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wmzQ_c4MMiI/s1600-h/third+watch+day+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082073271118569554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmts-HoFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wmzQ_c4MMiI/s200/third+watch+day+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocqLc-HoII/AAAAAAAAAH0/xfFoY7x2dKY/s1600-h/third+watch+day+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082077080754561154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocqLc-HoII/AAAAAAAAAH0/xfFoY7x2dKY/s200/third+watch+day+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmt8-HoGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UZiRMiqqNQY/s1600-h/third+watch+day+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082073275413536866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmt8-HoGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UZiRMiqqNQY/s200/third+watch+day+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Following lunch came the extensive tour of the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;London City Police Headquarters&lt;/span&gt;. What saw and learned a lot more than any of us could ever have imagined. Did you know that prisoners use the same water to wash their face as they do to pee in? Did you know that I have never used so much hand sanatizer in my life as I did in those couple of hours? Did you know that the cells would be a wonderful form of dicipline for our children? It was scaring the crap out of me and I didn't even do anything wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmuc-HoHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CcwjXbTz7qY/s1600-h/third+watch+day+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082073284003471474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocmuc-HoHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/CcwjXbTz7qY/s200/third+watch+day+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocqLs-HoJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sKJ8nB1Fjp4/s1600-h/third+watch+day+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082077085049528466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RocqLs-HoJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sKJ8nB1Fjp4/s200/third+watch+day+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocsg8-HoLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4wvRalDwRgI/s1600-h/third+watch+day+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082079649145004210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rocsg8-HoLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4wvRalDwRgI/s200/third+watch+day+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our team ended the day with our shirts signed by all the Emergency workers we met during our day and dinner at Bertoldis. 3rd watch Day was a big hit. Another great outing for our great team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8183512840787380617-9098368831172123031?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/9098368831172123031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=9098368831172123031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/9098368831172123031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/9098368831172123031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/3rd-watch-day.html' title='3rd Watch Day'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Roceqs-HoAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uihb63BvOz0/s72-c/third+watch+day+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1524762648546906253</id><published>2007-06-27T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:56:57.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Wheel in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoH8Xs-HnvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/J0HQiz0b_WM/s1600-h/king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080619338789527282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="136" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoH8Xs-HnvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/J0HQiz0b_WM/s320/king.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoH8Xs-HnvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/J0HQiz0b_WM/s1600-h/king.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About a month ago, Jacob's hamster "The King" performed one too many acrobatic moves and died. He was more like a monkey than a hamster. Hanging off the bars, swinging from one end of the cage to the other upside down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoIC3c-Hn4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/l6RfZ0ERTtE/s1600-h/sally.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080626481320140674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoIC3c-Hn4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/l6RfZ0ERTtE/s200/sally.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Nick's Hamster "Sally" joined "The King" in Hamster Heaven. I was actually quite sad to see this one go. He liked me. I could hold him in my hands and he wouldn't even bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoIJvM-Hn8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/rsKT_cIr9kM/s1600-h/hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080634036167614402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="119" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoIJvM-Hn8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/rsKT_cIr9kM/s200/hamster.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Garden has become a small Hamster graveyard. Complete with pencil stakes and hand drawn paper markers. We buried the hamsters in tea box coffins (the perfect size). Jacob included a special colouring page of Thomas the Tank Engine with "The King".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We just don't seem to have any luck with the little rodents. Five hamsters in 2 years. I have reassured the boys that they are all running together on a BIG wheel in Hamster Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoIBhM-Hn2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/yEInNGuYjKI/s1600-h/summer05+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080624999556423522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoIBhM-Hn2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/yEInNGuYjKI/s200/summer05+027.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a bunny once too. Her name was Daphne. Jacob was allergic to her so we had to give her away. She was cute but chewed on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoIHrs-Hn7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Oeym5qsKtE/s1600-h/goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080631777014816690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoIHrs-Hn7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Oeym5qsKtE/s200/goldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had our goldfish Woody for 5 years which is pretty amazing if you ask me. Buzz hung out with her until about 2 years ago until we flushed her free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets are great for kids. They are a good way to learn about life and death and responsibility and chores. The boys (including the big one) now want a dog. I love animals. Growing up, I always had a pet. Muffy was our black cocker spaniel that was part of our family for years. I think The Ferwerda Four should stick to the goldfish for now. We don't have the time to spend with each other, nevermind adding another member. Maybe down the road we'll look at a Boxer or a Golden Retriever but until then there is always the virtual dogs for Nintendo DS&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/8183512840787380617-1524762648546906253?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1524762648546906253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1524762648546906253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1524762648546906253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1524762648546906253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-wheel-in-heaven.html' title='The Big Wheel in Heaven'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoH8Xs-HnvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/J0HQiz0b_WM/s72-c/king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-2877678185021386536</id><published>2007-06-25T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:41:38.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Core Zipper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCw4XOU_aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3wkVhuLheqc/s1600-h/hard+core+zipper+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080254862027193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCw4XOU_aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3wkVhuLheqc/s320/hard+core+zipper+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday my girlfriend Bonnie turned 40. To celebrate this very important birthday she wanted to do something wild and crazy. Something once in a lifetime. Something she would probably never do again. So she arranged a Zip Lining adventure day through "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;one axe pursuit&lt;/span&gt;" at the Elora Gorge. Well... I couldn't hurt my reputation as "the cool friend from St. Thomas" so I signed up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080257859914366402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCzm3OU_cI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qrtEarpS7r4/s320/hard+core+zipper+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first part of the day was spent repelling. By the forth time I had somewhat mastered bouncing off and down the cliff walls!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080259010965601778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoC0p3OU_fI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CGGhMopAx_A/s320/hard+core+zipper+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch came the Zipping. As I went to jump off the cliff on my first attempt, my feet just wouldn't follow. I needed huge encouragement but finally took the leap (sitting). After that I made true to the Superman shirt I was wearing and flew off the edge 3 more times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080257868504301010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCznXOU_dI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1rSotMgoY2s/s320/hard+core+zipper+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonnie branded me with the new nick name. "The Hard Core Zipper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words can't really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; the experience but you know me... I'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was by far the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EXHILARATING&lt;/span&gt;, SCARY, RISK-TAKING, FUN, EXCITING, TREMENDOUS, ELATING, THRILLING, INVIGORATING, CRAZY, HEART-STOPPING, BUTTERFLIES IN THE TUMMY, EXTREME, INTENSE, LIFE ALTERING, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; I have ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080254857732226450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCw4HOU_ZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1huJJBi2Th0/s320/hard+core+zipper+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing day with an amazing group of people. Makes me wonder what wild and crazy thing I can arrange for my 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. The bar has been set extremely high. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I have 3 years to ponder it!&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/8183512840787380617-2877678185021386536?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/2877678185021386536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=2877678185021386536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2877678185021386536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/2877678185021386536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/hard-core-zipper.html' title='The Hard Core Zipper'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCw4XOU_aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3wkVhuLheqc/s72-c/hard+core+zipper+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-3894137459586564008</id><published>2007-06-24T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:48:56.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer in the headlights  Parts 1-3</title><content type='html'>In case you are unaware of my recent "DEER" experiences, I will take you back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080238566921272594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCiD3OU_RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fSYxkW0pMgo/s320/deer+headlight.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 - Deer in the headlights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and sultry May evening. My Mom had trusted me to care for her house and her precious Volvo while she was off gallivanting in San Francisco. I thought I would take advantage of my new found set of wheels and go for a spin to her house.  So... I picked up my friend AnneMarie and off we went. I was showing off a bit. Listening to the sound of the engine as I accelerated down Colonel Talbot Road. All while still doing the speed limit of course mom. Suddenly something big and furry appeared in front of us. I started to slow down and swerved slightly "Is that a Deer." Just as those word came sputtering out of my mouth... BOOM. A second deer came running across and I hit it. Thank goodness AnneMarie was there to be the sensible one. I turned around, checked for the deer (which had run off) and checked for damage. A small bump and a lot of hair and deer guck down the side. The funny part is the "Deer family" was waiting for us on our return trip home. Along with a waddling, slow moving cocker spaniel puppy. When I repeated the story to my fellow workers they were expecting half the car to be missing. They really had to look for the damage.  But for me it was pretty devestating, the last words out of my mom's mouth before she left for her trip were "Take care of her. Park her away from other vehicles and only fill up with SILVER level octane. She doesn't like the regular gas." I took good care of her alright. I got her out from beyond the garage walls and introduced her to wildlife she has never encountered before. I'm surprised Mom hasn't named her. I think her name should be "Veronica". Veronica Volvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080239284180811058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCitnOU_TI/AAAAAAAAADE/P9HT7HjYUas/s320/volvo+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 2 - Deer in the Headlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My good friend AnneMarie (my deer partner in crime) is moving. In fact, the keys are now in her hands and the long awaited move is finally here. It has been a stressful time for both her and her family and I am so happy that they have found an abode to call their own. It's always good to be able to laugh during stressful times and ironically her new home sports a number sign on her garage featuring 2 Deer. Coincidence - I think not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080238889043819810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCiWnOU_SI/AAAAAAAAAC8/79takNFJJl0/s320/deer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part 3 - Deer in the Headlights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I had the experience of a lifetime. More on that in my next posting. I rented a car for the weekend (a PT Cruiser) and took off early Saturday morning on route to Elora. I was on the highway around Ingersol, boppin' to the beat of The Black Eyed Peas and drinking my coffee. From the rear view mirror I see a vehicle that resembles a cruiser so I started to slow down. I pulled over to the right lane as he whizzed by. WHEW! As I am getting my composure back I spot something big and furry out of the corner of my eye. (does this sound familiar) Yes it is a deer. As it is running towards me I fire off a stare deep into its eyes and cursed "Don't you dare. Run run away. This is a rental. I'm not driving a Volvo. You can't hit me. Plus many more unpublishable words" I'm not sure if he was listening or if he felt the power of my evil death stare, but he turned and ran back within seconds of another Deer collision. I believe the Superman shirt I was wearing may have helped too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-3894137459586564008?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/3894137459586564008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=3894137459586564008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3894137459586564008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3894137459586564008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/deer-in-headlights-parts-1-3.html' title='Deer in the headlights  Parts 1-3'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RoCiD3OU_RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fSYxkW0pMgo/s72-c/deer+headlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5590059515178136446</id><published>2007-06-18T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T05:51:31.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Antonym of Angelic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RndqJ3OU_QI/AAAAAAAAACs/_R30Gwe6bFA/s1600-h/angelic+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077643822558936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RndqJ3OU_QI/AAAAAAAAACs/_R30Gwe6bFA/s400/angelic+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was a rough day at work. I was feeling overwhelmed, unappreciated, moody and was seriously considering a career change. Anyone who knows me, knows that when this mood strikes it splatters itself all over my sleeve for all to see. And the people that know me well at work, know that when they see this unpleasant stain of emotion they leave me well enough alone. &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There is a girl I work with that has described me as "angelic". She is an amazing woman who I think the world of and for some reason she thinks that way of me too. She sits by me each shift and we normally chat about work and life and stuff. Today I was stewing in my own misery. Boggled down by the large list of TO DO's. She knows me. She left me alone. As she was leaving at the end of her shift she turned to me and said, "Laura, you really are angelic." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today I certainly had an aura about me but I was not innocent, or good or virtuous. I was no where close to Angelic. I was the antonym of Angelic. "Wicked". But those few words were like a Tide Pen. They started to work their magic, rubbing off the big stain of emotion on my sleeve. It was a tough one to get out; full of frustration and moodiness and sadness; but those simple words faded that big stain of emotion throughout the night. In fact, if I look real close, I think it has actually disappeared. &lt;/span&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/8183512840787380617-5590059515178136446?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5590059515178136446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5590059515178136446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5590059515178136446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5590059515178136446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/antonym-of-angelic.html' title='The Antonym of Angelic'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RndqJ3OU_QI/AAAAAAAAACs/_R30Gwe6bFA/s72-c/angelic+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-5200749340913944696</id><published>2007-06-17T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:35:21.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>Today is the day when Dad's around the world get to sleep in. They receive heart shaped toast and spilled juice in bed. Old Spice soap-on-a-rope adorns shower heads everywhere, homemade cards in the shape of ties decorate the fridge and at supper time the smell of BBQ'd steak emerges from every backyard on the block. Today is Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas and Jacob did their part in making Ron feel special this Father's Day. Nick had some hand-made treasures, carefully wrapped that he just couldn't wait to give his Daddy. He made a painted rock with a dog on it (hint hint) and a card at school. To top it off the boys got up early and decided to make something else. When I got up there was a trail of sparkles, buttons, popsicle sticks and paper all over the rec room floor. No glue thank goodness. Amongst the mess were two beautifully crafted popsicle stick frames that held pictures of themselves. How can you be mad at that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first Father's Day that I am celebrating without mine. We visited Dad's gravesite today and left some flowers. Jacob was trying to dig a hole to let Grandpa out. It's a tough one to explain to a three year old. In church today the Major talked about reaching out to your Dad wherever he is. Pick up the phone. Say hello. As sad as today was, there was a reassurance that not all kids have; I know that no matter where I am or what I am doing, my Dad is on the other end of that phone if I want him to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-5200749340913944696?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/5200749340913944696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=5200749340913944696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5200749340913944696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/5200749340913944696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day.html' title='FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-1582389214766717124</id><published>2007-06-14T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:02:05.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RnH-L3OU_MI/AAAAAAAAACM/muKw5IH1JPE/s1600-h/Larry+Findlater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076117734779321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RnH-L3OU_MI/AAAAAAAAACM/muKw5IH1JPE/s200/Larry+Findlater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Findlater&lt;/span&gt;. When I saw that name pop up as a friend request on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; today, I didn't know whether to cry or smile. Tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Larry when I worked at BX93 in 1990 to 1992. We were copywriters together, locked away in a closet of an office that was decorated with Dallas Cowboy stuff on his side and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gumby&lt;/span&gt; stuff on mine. We shared the woes of work and after hour drinks. We even got stuck on a roller coaster at Canada's Wonderland together. And it was Larry's matchmaking skills that brought Ron and I together. I met Ron at a gathering Larry had one night after work at the Elephant and Castle. The next day Larry asked me, "Laura, Ron thinks you are really nice. If he asked you out would you go?" "Sure," I answered, "He seems like a nice guy." That night he was speaking to Ron and said "Laura thinks you are really cute and she really wants you to ask her out." So... the following weekend Ron and I had our first date and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems like a happily ever after story, however there is a sad twist. Larry recently turned 40 and has been battling MS for over 10 years. I haven't seem him since we both left the station in 1992. The change in his appearance from our radio days to the pictures and video posted on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is heart wrenching. He doesn't look like the same Larry. But, then I got reading. He still has the fantastic sense of humour I was so drawn to. He still has the creativity that was untouchable. He still has the same smile and the same laugh. He still has the drive for life that anyone could learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lare&lt;/span&gt; reminds me that life carries on no matter what. You might as well enjoy each and every step along the way because you never know what tomorrow will bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-1582389214766717124?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/1582389214766717124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=1582389214766717124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1582389214766717124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/1582389214766717124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-lost-friend.html' title='Long Lost Friend'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/RnH-L3OU_MI/AAAAAAAAACM/muKw5IH1JPE/s72-c/Larry+Findlater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-3413572415226860242</id><published>2007-06-12T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:50:28.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Secret Place"</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we started allowing Nicholas to ride his bike to end of the street by himself. It's only a couple of blocks but he feels so proud and so big with this new found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;. This is where he discovered a whole new world. A place where Moms, Dads and especially little brothers are not welcome. He calls it "The Secret Place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper tonight, Nicholas decided to invite us to his "Secret Place"; so the boys hopped on their bikes and off we went. There is a big open field, some prickly grass, bushes, wood, old pieces of furniture that people have dumped and best of all remnants of an old tree fort. It's a crab apple tree and Nicholas has made himself a little spot between two branches about 1/2 way up. Not too high that he would get scared. But not too low where others could see him. It is complete with leaves for a pillow and a birds nest full of crab apples that doubles as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ammunition&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;on comers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Secret Place" is a place to build memories, to be a boy and to hide from his mom at bed time! I am so glad he shared it with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-3413572415226860242?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/3413572415226860242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=3413572415226860242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3413572415226860242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3413572415226860242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/secret-place.html' title='&quot;The Secret Place&quot;'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-8476160958106003835</id><published>2007-06-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:36:28.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular belief, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is not evil. Yes it consumes a good portion of my free time. Yes it is extremely addictive and sometimes referred to as being part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; cult. But hey... I can get my horoscope and my fortune. I can let everyone know what kind of mood I'm in, get poked and poke back. I have reconnected with friends from the past and gotten to know new friends better. I used it as an advertising media to get pledges for the Great Ride and Stride and it is making a high school class reunion possible. I feel like the popular kid in school. With 94 friends and new ones popping up each day how can you not conform and favourite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; on your computer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-8476160958106003835?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/8476160958106003835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=8476160958106003835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8476160958106003835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/8476160958106003835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-3720582236218877095</id><published>2007-06-09T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:25:52.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ogre of a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8SXOU_HI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ4-3RLr7fg/s1600-h/june+07+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074286060076596338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8SXOU_HI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ4-3RLr7fg/s200/june+07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8S3OU_II/AAAAAAAAABs/GaVQHPdcuU4/s1600-h/june+07+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074286068666530946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8S3OU_II/AAAAAAAAABs/GaVQHPdcuU4/s200/june+07+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8THOU_JI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nvCgl0vmpzg/s1600-h/june+07+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074286072961498258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8THOU_JI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nvCgl0vmpzg/s200/june+07+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8TXOU_KI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K-Q_g4cwU-0/s1600-h/june+07+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074286077256465570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8TXOU_KI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K-Q_g4cwU-0/s200/june+07+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was an &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ogre&lt;/span&gt; of a day. I'm not quite sure what that all means but let's just say I didn't seem to have it all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron had a Falcon's Football game in Hamilton and Nick went along for the ride. That left Jacob to cling to his Mommy from morning til night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Jake and I went to a garage sale in the morning followed by a long walk. "1/2 way home he sat down in the middle of the sidewalk. "Carry me mommy, I have a leg ache. Kinda like the belly ache I had yesterday, only this time its my leg." The funny things kids say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to see &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt; at the theatre. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pritchett&lt;/span&gt; family was there too. Nice! The movie was great and so was the popcorn. I'm still laughing at the Gingerbread Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Nick arrived home in time to join us for a camp fire complete with marshmellows. What's better than the smell of camp fire and sticky little faces!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kids went to bed I spent some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; time by the fire. My convoluted life somehow seemed to make perfect sense when viewed through the hypnotising flames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Run, run as fast as you can. You can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man!&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/8183512840787380617-3720582236218877095?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/3720582236218877095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=3720582236218877095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3720582236218877095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/3720582236218877095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-was-busy-day.html' title='An Ogre of a Day'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmt8SXOU_HI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ4-3RLr7fg/s72-c/june+07+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-6223037267816261841</id><published>2007-06-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:34:39.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooling Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmq6cnOU-8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3lXBMVzSX70/s1600-h/june+07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074072930914466754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmq6cnOU-8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3lXBMVzSX70/s320/june+07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmq6dHOU-9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7GcWOI8g9PM/s1600-h/june+07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074072939504401362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmq6dHOU-9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7GcWOI8g9PM/s320/june+07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a hot and sticky day. The kind of day that not only affects your body odour but your mood too. After picking up the kids, dropping off the babysitter and picking up mommy, we finally arrived home at 6:30. We made it through a hot and grumpy supper and then decided a good way to cool down would be with an Icecream. So... we made tracks to Shaws. I had Lick For Life. Nick had his usual Bubble Gum. Jake had Rollie Pollie Ollie (ROLO) and Ron had his fudge sundae. Yum! When we got home the sprinkler was running in the front yard. The kids ran through and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream and Sprinkler Fun - A great way to cool down the body and the mood! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-6223037267816261841?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/6223037267816261841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=6223037267816261841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6223037267816261841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/6223037267816261841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/cooling-down.html' title='Cooling Down'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/Rmq6cnOU-8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3lXBMVzSX70/s72-c/june+07+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183512840787380617.post-9069524802672488900</id><published>2007-06-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:21:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POPCORN</title><content type='html'>Tonight, the boys and I were bouncing on the trampoline. I gave them the 20 bounce warning to inside time and Jacob threw a fit. "Mommy, you haven't popped me yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game popcorn is one we must play on the trampoline. I am the popper, the kids are the popcorn. They sit cross legged and I try to bounce their legs uncrossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Jacob was cotton candy flavoured, Nick was white cheddar. Yummm. The 20 bounce warning turned into 1/2 hour of giggling, smiling, happy popping fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a big bag of popcorn. You gotta make sure you pop each and every kernel to come away with a full bag.  If you are lucky like me it could even overflow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183512840787380617-9069524802672488900?l=ferwerdafour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/feeds/9069524802672488900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183512840787380617&amp;postID=9069524802672488900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/9069524802672488900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183512840787380617/posts/default/9069524802672488900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferwerdafour.blogspot.com/2007/06/popcorn.html' title='POPCORN'/><author><name>The Ferwerda Four</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WES92AoTJHU/R35Ta9hoHJI/AAAAAAAAArY/d47ZTUMKL-E/S220/laura+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
