<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 23:35:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Beam Bunch</title><description>A glimpse into the innerworkings of a whackadoo and her family.</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3427797531161079838</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T16:18:16.414-04:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Baaaaack</title><description>How could I have been so sorry and neglectful?  If anybody still reads this, I promise I'll try to do better.  The summer has flown by!  The kids are so great, Josh is working hard on relaxing in the driver's seat.  He gets his license in October and is still a little tense.  David is rockin' the house daily and doing a great job.  He is looking at becoming a rock star (is Van Halen hiring?).  Joe is 7 and that should explain everything.  He is struggling with babyish tendencies and looking and feeling more grown up.  His legs are so long now he reminds me of a colt.  Seth is almost 4 and has pretty much abandoned the three year-old tantrum thing.  He is a master of manipulation though.  He has his brothers completely in tow.  Then there is Annabeth.  What could I possibly say about her?  She is beautiful, funny, fashion conscious, and adorable.  I can't believe she is almost 10 months old!  Matt and I are just trying to keep up with all the growing and changing our brood does every day.  I still sit back and wonder how one woman could be so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3427797531161079838?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-baaaaack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3017376522150059459</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T12:46:39.113-04:00</atom:updated><title>Vacation, Have To Get Away</title><description>Yes, I am sitting here with songs from the Go-Gos streaming through my brain. We are a little more than a week away from our departure for Maine. Who would have thought that a cabin in the woods,by a spring-fed, ice cold lake would have me this excited? Yet, here I sit, contemplating my packing list. We take Josh and David to camp next Monday, and pick them up Friday on our way!!!!! I will promise to blog and Facebook about our trip while we are gone, then give you all the low down when we get back (complete with all the Sethisms) Bye-Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3017376522150059459?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-have-to-get-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7783192927777922142</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T15:05:00.996-04:00</atom:updated><title>Cats, Prozac, And The State of The World</title><description>For all of you who have come into my home for the last 6 years, you know that we have a very weird, very fat, very mean cat. He isn't just regular cat mean, he is kinda psycho. You can be petting the thing with him purring as loud as he can and all of a sudden CHOMP, he bites you. Sparky started out mean but he was so darn cute, we learned to live with it. Well, at 16 pounds, he outweighs Annabeth and actively hunts Joey. Seth is pretty much safe (who really wants to tackle him right?). We came to the tough decision that we would have to do something about the cat. We talked to our vet who agrees that he is unadoptable but offered a trial before we take the last step. It seems our dear Sparky was separated from his mother too early (stray, no mom in sight, we're off the hook for that one) and has personality issues (really? You don't say!) He is aggressive, and antisocial and generally high strung. Her solution was to put the cat on Prozac to see if he mellowed out. Matt's first question was of course, "How much?" His next line was that if it came in suppository form Sparky was out of luck. My friend told me to hide all of the kitty knives and not to leave out any balls of yarn. I guess my real dilemma is this, Cat, Prozac, GET REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7783192927777922142?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/cats-prozac-and-state-of-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1350090156978761807</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T22:57:07.533-04:00</atom:updated><title>Babies, Bugs and Baseball</title><description>The season has begun! David is playing for the Braves this year. Looks like he'll be on 2nd base. We had his first game tonight (don't ask the score) and since Matt was out of town I had to go it alone. Josh was gracious enough to stay at home with Joe and Seth since it was an 8pm game, but Annabeth had to come since we are attached at certain body parts. Those of you that live here in the low country know about the gnats that bite, for those of you that don't, EEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHG! That is probably the best way to phrase it. I know it is time for ball season when you smell the distinctive fragrance of OFF in the air. I applied to myself, I sprayed the stroller down and I misted over the baby but tried to avoid getting the stuff on her. You know it was futile, I was eaten alive. Thank you Father that the things spared the baby. Play Ball!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1350090156978761807?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/babies-bugs-and-baseball.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7558669554706761941</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T21:28:42.620-04:00</atom:updated><title>March Madness About to Blow Away</title><description>This is it!  I am listening to the opening announcer for the NCAA Championship game.  That means that in about 2 to 3 hours the madness will be gone.  I am so ready for the sanity to return.  My normally mild-mannered husband turns into a raging, Carolina blue lunatic around the time March rolls around.  I think he wears the leotard under his clothes and reveals them during the warm-up.  If Carolina only knew what a gold-mine they had right here for an armchair coach, the team would be undefeated!  You at home can't see him but he is hunched forward in his chair breathlessly waiting for the next shot.  I know if things get dicey later in the game, he'll be on all fours beating the floor to urge the team on.  And all you people thought you knew Matt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7558669554706761941?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-madness-about-to-blow-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7838641743366270485</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T15:29:51.395-04:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Dolls and Bugs</title><description>I know, there are huge differences between girls and boys. Let's face it, some of them are obvious. I guess that the differences in their behavior and preferences really stand out to me since I have had boys for 15 years and a girl for only 6 months. The boys were very different, but also very similar. They were all creatures of habit and comfort. They liked routine and liked to be dry, loved and full. They were all such sweet babies. They never really cared about anything on their bodies as long as they were warm in winter and cool in summer. Toys were just about anything they could hold in their hands. They all went through a phase where all they really wanted was a plastic spoon from the utensil drawer! Dirt, trees, and anything outside was a huge bonus. Yes, we even did the worm thing at around 2 years old. I do not miss finding those in pockets on laundry day! &lt;br /&gt;Annabeth has already turned out to be so different. She really seems to notice what I put on her. She likes to wear dresses, she keeps running her hands down the skirts. I put bows in her hair and she keeps checking to make sure they are still there. She will get fussy in the morning and visibly cheer when she gets fresh clothes on. She likes bubble baths, having her hair brushed, and primping in general. I will say that the biggest thing is the baby doll. She has several already and loves all of them. She likes to look at the larger ones and will smile and "talk" to them. She has two soft dolls that are a good size for her. She loves to hug them to her and "kiss" them. She sleeps with them and takes them with her wherever we go. I took rattles for the boys but I have to pack the babies for her. I took her to the Dr. today for a check-up and he had to do the exam around the doll because of the death grip she had on the thing! I prayed for all of my children before they were born. I would have been thrilled to be a mom to only boys. When I found out that I was having a girl, I prayed that she would be feminine and girly and a mama's girl. God is so good, He listens to not only the things we need but He delights in giving us the desires of our hearts as well. I think my Father looks at Annabeth and I, and smiles at the relationship we are building. I am one blessed girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7838641743366270485?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-dolls-and-bugs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-639082706730125373</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-24T21:44:02.203-04:00</atom:updated><title>Where Does Your Mind Go?</title><description>I find myself wondering lately about my intelligence. Ha Ha to all you jokesters, it really was there to begin with. I'm talking about how on earth I went from being a relatively intelligent person to being a clueless blob. I have an almost 13 year old child who has to carry the unimaginable burden of all the earth's knowledge. I don't know how he managed to gather and acquire it without my knowing about it, especially since I'm also his teacher, but there it is. It also floors me that he knows so much and can still make a C on a math test and think that's okay! I can only hope that when he is the father of a bright up and coming teenager, he will still be just as smart as he is now. Or do I??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-639082706730125373?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-does-your-mind-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1528172234195461032</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-18T11:17:37.800-04:00</atom:updated><title>14 Down A Lifetime To Go</title><description>Happy anniversary to you my dear husband.  My blog is usually filled with the antics of all of our little monkeys, but today I decided to post directly to you.  I met you almost 18 years ago now, we have been married for 14 years, been through 5 children, 2 states, several jobs, several moves. I can honestly say that my love for you magnifies daily.  You are my guide, my love, my friend, my sounding board, my boundary.  You define me in so many ways.  I stay home with our children and yet, have never felt stifled.  You allow me to be me and stay sane in the middle of the madness!  I have never understood how you managed to make me feel so safe, sheltered, protected even, all the while making me feel so free.  The love of Christ is in you and around you and spills out to shine The Way for all who meet you.  I thank you my dear man for making a scared, abused little girl feel like a blessed, confidant woman. I love you and am eagerly anticipating the rest of our lives together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1528172234195461032?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/14-down-lifetime-to-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4987084378349286780</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-14T13:03:17.103-04:00</atom:updated><title>Big Bubba Brother</title><description>Poor, poor Annabeth! The overprotective big brother thing has already begun. I got her dressed the other day in a sweet little pink dress with matching bloomers to cover her diaper. She looked really cute and it was a very warm day. I brought her out into the dining room and David asked me if Annabeth was only going to wear a shirt for the day. I informed him that the outfit in question was a dress. He looked at me and in all seriousness said "don't you think that is a little too short for her?" Look people, the girl is only 5 months old! I can only imagine the junk we'll go through when she hits the ripe old age of 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4987084378349286780?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-bubba-brother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1594534483611827733</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T21:56:22.382-04:00</atom:updated><title>I Got You Sinupret</title><description>You know your child watches too much tv when they use commercial hook lines in everyday conversation. I need to amend that, not just everyday conversation, terms of endearments. Have you seen that commercial with the mom and daughter saying "I love you, I love you more, I love you more, I got you Sinupret"? Well, for a few weeks now, Seth has been using that as a marker for how much he loves us. "I love you soo much mommy, I got you Sinupret". Sunday morning he got so aggravated at me because I wouldn't get up, that he informed me that he had taken my Sinupret back to the store. Out of the mouths of babes right? A new development in the ongoing Seth/toilet saga, he wore real underwear for the better part of the day today. Yay Seth!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1594534483611827733?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-you-sinupret.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-6299793816403760002</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-02T15:26:00.903-05:00</atom:updated><title>Poop</title><description>Sunday, March 1 2009 will go down in history as the day Seth decided to poop in the potty.  For those of you with no children, bear with me, all others REJOICE!  After much pleading, coaching, cheering and yes, bribing, Seth pooped last night in the place where poop belongs.  Matt had the little boys at church to play with a friend during youth group, Seth told Matt that he had to go.  Matt informed him that he had not brought any of his pull-ups with him, could he please go in the potty.  Well, the little booger did just that, like he had been doing it all along.  So far today he has done it again at home.  Pray people, 1 in diapers is enough for anyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-6299793816403760002?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/poop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1522014762842430849</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-25T14:23:03.193-05:00</atom:updated><title>Baseball You Are A Cruel Master</title><description>Just a quick blog to let you know that the boys of summer are about to be released. I signed David up for baseball today. Josh has aged out and no longer has the option, Joey informed us that he would rather take art lessons (real drawing, no arts and crafts junk) instead of baseball. Seth is still too young. Well, Annabeth began to howl just as I logged on so I guess I will regale you with more of the Beam antics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1522014762842430849?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/baseball-you-are-cruel-master.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-5352542943972874870</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T22:22:17.504-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sibling Rivalry</title><description>Having five children, I am often asked if they are jealous of one another, especially with the new baby around. I have always thought that the boys did so well in this area, nothing other than the usual you like him best stuff. Since they all say that about all the other brothers, I figure I'm doing pretty well. And then there's Seth. He is currently rocking the three year old movement. To begin the saga of Seth and Annabeth we must begin with spit-up. Annabeth is a dainty thing with a delicate stomach, that is to say that we must keep a burp cloth with the girl at all times or reek of baby goop. I have noticed that Seth has been spitting a lot recently, the kid's shirts have even been wet! I asked him what was going on and he told me that he had to (spit-up). I informed him that three year old boys do not spit-up, they just spit and they can control it. He said no, his tummy was upset and he had to spit-up. I did tell him, with a straight face thank you, that if he felt the need to spit-up, he had better do it in the potty or I would not change his shirt, or give him a lollipop (see previous post). I will live through the storm that is Seth and be stronger for it. There is a whole lotta trouble in that cute little monster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-5352542943972874870?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/sibling-rivalry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3326213197156713593</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T12:13:10.954-05:00</atom:updated><title>Right Now</title><description>At this very moment I am being begged, pleaded with, asked, harassed and harangued by my three year old son, Seth.  All he wants is a lollipop.  He really needs one, he deserves one.  After all, he was so good at finishing the cookies he had to have as dessert from his second breakfast.  God made children so cute so you you can deal with the annoyances that come from everyday life.  Who could possibly say that there was no intelligent design.  In my opinion, God is brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3326213197156713593?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4830495303463140859</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T23:18:58.265-05:00</atom:updated><title>Rock On Gravy Man</title><description>I can really tell that I have a teenager in my house. David got an electric guitar for Christmas and has been rockin' ever since. I must confess that Matt and I have done something that I never would have thought, we have told him to turn the music down. For those of you that knew me when I was a hard rock chick I know you are shocked, I have to say that I disgusted myself. In my defense, it is hard to get a baby to sleep in a house this loud and that's just the usual "boy noise". I am trying to get him to form a band called the Slick Chickens I want to be the do-wop girl in the short skirt in the back of the band. Go Gravy go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4830495303463140859?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/rock-on-gravy-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3726443992248890829</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T20:15:47.601-05:00</atom:updated><title>A New Year</title><description>I can barely believe that 2008 is already history.  The older you get, the time flies faster and faster.  We had a huge year this past year.  For starters, Matt held on at Global and came through even better than we could have hoped for.  We found out that we were adding to our family and got a girl to boot!  Something I haven't mentioned in my blog happened about a week after Annabeth was born.  We are in the process of building a new home.  We were supposed to be finished with the house in May but our builder recently told us that we may be in the house by the end of January!  We had such a trying year in 2007, ain't God grand?  I am holding on to my seat to see what 2009 brings.  By the way, Josh had a Christmas filled with movies and video games, David asked for and received an electric guitar, Joey asked for all sorts of things and is busy discovering all of them, Seth is just excitied that he got to open his gifts as well as Annabeths.  As for the princess of the Beam palace, she was showered with dolls and clothes, her mommy is having fun with all of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3726443992248890829?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3228348875032207272</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T21:44:01.321-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas</title><description>The airwaves are full of the sounds of christmas music.  There is a definite nip in the air.  It must be time for the Holidays!  I love to listen to carols and all the silly christmas songs.  I tune the radio over as soon as I can.  I'm sure the kids hate it but they are so gracious that they hardly complain.  That is saying a lot since I sing along loudly and off-key.  The tree has been up since before Thanksgiving (long story).  We are busily shopping and stuffing and hiding from all the peeping little eyes we have around here.  We truly don't put anything under our tree until the kids go to bed on Christmas eve.  After years of fighting to keep the gifts wrapped, we decided it was easier that way.  I must say that after years of buying cars and balls and bats and guns, I am having so much fun going down the girl aisles for a change!  I know that everyone is busy this time of year so in case I don't get to blog again before, Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3228348875032207272?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-hippopotamus-for-christmas_06.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4731410806495799501</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-23T15:33:17.192-04:00</atom:updated><title>Cool Weather and a Smaller Pants Size</title><description>I know, weird things to get jazzed about right? I absolutely love the fall. It has always been my favorite time of the year. Growing up with the mountains just a short ride away and my birthday in October just made Autumn the best for me. Living here in Charleston has made me miss the changing leaves and that cold crisp feeling in the air. I do love it when the weather starts to turn. I am also thankful that after nine months of living with a basketball under my shirt I can bend!!! I am now wearing a size smaller than I was when the whole baby journey started. I am still working to drop a few more, but I have always said that pregnancy is the best diet for me. Pity I'll never go on it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4731410806495799501?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-weather-and-smaller-pants-size.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-5684348141736024429</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-15T14:39:31.344-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sweet Baby Girl</title><description>I have a baby girl! I am so thrilled to be her mommy. I was really worried that after having all of my boys I wouldn't be able to love her quite as much. I am happy to say that all my fears were unwarranted. I am having so much fun. It is like having a real life baby doll. I have a blast dressing her up and fussing over her. The men in my life have all taken to her like ducks to a pond. Annabeth has still not cried since right after being born. If she makes the smallest sound of distress they all rush to her side. I am humbled by the gallantry of my men. Who knew they were such gentlemen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-5684348141736024429?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-baby-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1150980217256431716</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-01T20:59:39.273-04:00</atom:updated><title>Annabeth</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/SOQcbP2SEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Mzi-mctT0fs/s1600-h/Annabeth+Pics+09.29.08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/SOQcbP2SEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Mzi-mctT0fs/s320/Annabeth+Pics+09.29.08+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252354319857095042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to everyone!  This is my first time writing on my wife's blog so bear with me.  I just had to say something about my brand new daugther!  She is so beautiful, so tiny, so cuddly, so perfect!  I am so glad she is here now and our family is complete!  Thank you God for my wonderful, loving wife and all of my children He has given to me as a blessing!  My wife did such a great job during labor.  Once again, she did it naturally with only a small dose of pain medicine.  She amazes me everyday with what she can do!  I mean, I go to work and am faced with providing the basic needs for our family.  With God's help, we have always had enough.  However, I do not think I could handle what she does at home day after day, month after month, year after year...and does it so well!  And certainly don't ask me to give birth!!  We would have Josh and Josh only if that part of it was left up to me.  It makes me feel like the surgery I am going to have soon is nothing.  I would like to thank everyone for all of your prayers, gifts, and words of encouragement.  God is good!  Just take one look at my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1150980217256431716?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/annabeth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/SOQcbP2SEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Mzi-mctT0fs/s72-c/Annabeth+Pics+09.29.08+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-863686467927458860</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T20:31:30.520-04:00</atom:updated><title>Storm Chaser</title><description>I have a confession to make, I am a natural disaster freak. I love huge amounts of snow in the winter and the wilder the thunderstorm in summer, the better. I do not anticipate or long for loss of property or life, I just love the show. I was sooooooooo excited about Hanna earlier in the week. We are now only to receive a glancing blow. If I hated storms, we would have a major one every week. Matt thinks I am a little certifiable over this. I have a feeling our friends Bill and Susan would agree. If I ever stop having children and taking care of them on an hourly basis, I think I will become a weathergirl. I probably will refrain from singing "It's Raining Men" though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-863686467927458860?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/storm-chaser.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-8322449577120812207</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T20:51:21.720-04:00</atom:updated><title>Revelation</title><description>No it is nothing like a vision on the isle of Patmos but startling in its own right. I have gotten used to being in the minority around here. The only female in a house with 5 males is definitely lop-sided. The only notable upside is that I get to use the bathroom alone (usually). I realized today that two females in this house full of gentlemen will actually even things out quite nicely. Anyone who knows anything about women, knows that 2 like-minded, estrogen filled females is enough to turn the tide on any number of affable, loving, and adoring men. I have overcome!!! I can hear Helen Readdy singing in the background, "I am woman hear me roar we are too big to ignore"!!!! A new era is about to dawn.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-8322449577120812207?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/revelation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3934411617649197435</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T21:01:14.569-04:00</atom:updated><title>School Daze</title><description>Today is the official first day of the 2008-2009 school year for the Beam Christian Academy. We have a 1st grader, a 7th grader and a 10th grader. I am NOT old enough to have a child that old. He will be 15 in a few short weeks. I still remember waiting for my 15th birthday. I have high hopes and big plans for this school year, I can only pray that it all goes well. Seth is still in the preschool stage but I think we may be able to have him reading within the year. Joe has made improvements by leaps and bounds already. He has been reading the "Spiderwick Chronicles" today. He is almost finished with book 1 and it is at least a 3rd or 4th grade level book. On to more ridiculous topics, I am still the beached whale. Josh heard about the baby whale in Sydney that has lost its mother and was trying to bond with a sailboat and told me I should go and get it, it misses me. Humor in a teenager leaves something to be desired. I'll remember this if he ever needs a babysitter when he has children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3934411617649197435?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-daze.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-195173702659080006</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T11:05:33.571-04:00</atom:updated><title>Mama Slug</title><description>I have hit the wall, gatorade and energy drinks are useless. The first time I was pregnant, I was a cute young thang of 19. I worked 2 jobs, I went out on the town and I never needed a break. I am now the mother of 4, my husband is the only person who could call me cute with a straight face and I am almost 35. I have reached the point in my pregnancy that I feel as though I have accomplished something if I get a shower before noon. My son told me the other day that he would now refer to me as Mama Slug. To be honest, I couldn't even get upset. The upside is that in a few weeks I will no longer be confused with Jabba the Hut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-195173702659080006?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/mama-slug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-5699507010225361515</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T21:21:50.005-04:00</atom:updated><title>Slow Down And Breathe</title><description>Whew! What a week we are having! Matt took the week off for our family vacation. We gave the boys the option of Pennsylvania and Hershey World or Florida and Disney. We took a family vote and had a write in vote for staying in Charleston and doing stuff around here that we usually don't get to. It was unanimous with the kids and that is exactly what we have been doing. Monday started slowly because of groceries and a Dr. appointment. We did go to see Journey To The Center Of The Earth. That turned out to be really good. Tuesday we went to Charlestowne Landing (The sight of the original settlement) We did the whole thing and even had a picnic in the shade. Wednesday we spent time at a beach that we don't usually go to, Beachwalker Park out on Kiawah. Thursday we went to Myrtle Beach and had dinner at Captain George's (our favorite seafood buffet). Today we went to the Charleston Museum, they had an exhibit on shoes!!!!! The boys really loved it. I'm not sure what the rest of the weekend has in store but we are really having a blast. Side note, the Dr. says that all is well and the baby is doing fine. We have a name but we are waiting to tell until she is here. We are still working on getting all the stuff she needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-5699507010225361515?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/slow-down-and-breathe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kathy)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>