<?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-4956369267094206736</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:49:36.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE COX FAMILY TIMES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-4573481543018922791</id><published>2009-03-28T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:10:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Cracks Us Up</title><content type='html'>This post is nothing but stories of Miss Hannah. She is cracking us up these days. I don't know where she gets it from but she constantly makes us laugh about something...So enjoy a few random stories/sayings by Hannah...and a few pictures as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Recently we have been working on potty training. So David took her one night. That day she had on a dress with little panty covers over her diaper. I hear her say, "Go show Mommy" and then I hear the fast paced feet running through the kitchen. She gets to the living room, stops in her tracks, raises her dress to reveal her naked bottom and says proudly to me, "Tadaaa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. We were driving a new path to church that we've recently discovered. There are horses on one side and cows on the other. Before we get there, Hannah starts saying, "Horsie Mommy...Horsie." So this particular day we see the horses and Hannah says, "Wide horsie Mommy...Wanna wide horsie." I explaind that we can't just ride random horses. I see her mind working and all of a sudden she says, "Hum..I wide Daddy's horsie." (Interpretation: I enjoy riding on Daddy's back while he walks on his hands and knees like a horse.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We have a really strange neighbor. Really strange. So we were in the back yard recently and David was throwing the ball to Hannah. The neighbor happened to be outside on his porch. Hannah stops and &lt;em&gt;yells&lt;/em&gt; "HEY...I pway ball." Of course the strange neighbor doesn't respond. So she &lt;em&gt;yells&lt;/em&gt; louder. "HEY...I pway ball." And when he didn't respond, she yells a third time, "HEEEEEY...I pway ball." I suppose to shut her up, he turned and waved. She was then happy with her results and began to throw the ball back to David.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tonight David did a sinus rinse. It's a really crazy think that pushes water up one nostril and the water comes out the other nostril. Hannah watched him and laughed saying, "hahah Nose...bath..." I guess she thought David was giving his nose a bath...Makes sense to me, doesn't it you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few instances. As you can tell, she definitely keeps us in stitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7VvfwuHhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k3BSXrFBG-I/s1600-h/IMG_2378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423221927550482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7VvfwuHhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k3BSXrFBG-I/s320/IMG_2378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She found this hat in WalMart and insisted on wearing it this way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7WCeeMQwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DmZWkshrq9g/s1600-h/IMG_2383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423547998913282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7WCeeMQwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DmZWkshrq9g/s320/IMG_2383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was playing with the ball while she waited on her Daddy to hook up the waterhose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7WVMdXKRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Pc6vrPRJGPY/s1600-h/IMG_2385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423869581109522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7WVMdXKRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Pc6vrPRJGPY/s320/IMG_2385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7WkV9pxcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mvDZBRQBvV4/s1600-h/IMG_2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318424129830503874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7WkV9pxcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mvDZBRQBvV4/s320/IMG_2395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nana for our new playclothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7XAXeOmLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FY_SxMidpFo/s1600-h/IMG_2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318424611271907506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7XAXeOmLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FY_SxMidpFo/s320/IMG_2402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gitty up horsie!!  Hannah "widing Daddy's horsie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4956369267094206736-4573481543018922791?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/4573481543018922791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=4573481543018922791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/4573481543018922791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/4573481543018922791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-cracks-us-up.html' title='She Cracks Us Up'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/Sc7VvfwuHhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/k3BSXrFBG-I/s72-c/IMG_2378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-2157432477635946818</id><published>2009-03-06T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:34:31.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah updates</title><content type='html'>To those faithful few who read this blog, here are some updates of Hannah. (Sorry it took me so long Evelyn!) She's definitely 2 and trying her own personality out! Sometimes I have to try it right on out of her! :) She's strong willed and extremely independant. I like to say that she takes after her father. When she's in trouble, this is what she does. If I'm getting on to her, she cries..."I want my daddy." I say, "Daddy's at work." She then cries, "I want....." and she places a name of a youth. It tends to be whoever she saw last. So she might say, "I want Wes..." or "I want Robbie..." or "I want Ezra"....I guess they are all going to save her!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's very funny and keeps us cracked up all the time. She recently was saying, "I want chicken" as we're in line at McDonald's. David orders the chicken and says, "I would like a 6 piece chicken nugget...That's all...Thank you." So in the back, we hear Hannah repeatedly declaring, "I want chicken...that's all...thank you....you're welcome....I want chicken...that's all....thank you....you're welcome." By the time we got to the window, David and I were crying laughing and of course this made Hannah's declaration grow even louder! It was very hard trying to explain to the nice cashier that we promise we were not laughing at her, but at our daughter. She just smiled as if to say "sure, and you haven't had anything to drink either!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are working on potty training. She gets an M&amp;amp;M when she makes a "deposit" into the toilet. So she likes to try a LOT!! She loves to bend over and watch the "deposit" leave her body. She is very intrigued with wiping herself with toilet paper. And she loves to wash her hands immediately afterwards so that she can receive her candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics. I've not been very good and using the camera, so I'll try to be better this month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGTTI2Z6lI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V6rss6yebLs/s1600-h/IMG_2327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310187392648997458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGTTI2Z6lI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V6rss6yebLs/s320/IMG_2327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah holding our friend Madeline. Something funny about the one holding the pacipher declaring the "other child" as the baby! It has taken us four months to get to where she likes Madeline and will let Mommy or Daddy even hold the baby. (Literally just recently and Madeline is 4 months old now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGTyaV3h9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/DgwA8dXEDbo/s1600-h/IMG_2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310187929920309202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGTyaV3h9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/DgwA8dXEDbo/s320/IMG_2331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"CHEESE". Notice the icing on her face. She'd just had a cupcake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGT_0QSMMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ff0QSO5vmm4/s1600-h/IMG_2344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310188160214511810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGT_0QSMMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ff0QSO5vmm4/s320/IMG_2344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha Ha my favorite. I had to run to the church one day and she insisted on wearing these shoes and these "bracelets" which are really hair bows on a rubber band. She had to "wear shoes...see Daddy." I guess she wanted to dress up to go see Daddy. The secretaries at church CRACKED up at how she wore them around like they were nothing. We laughed and declared she'll be one of those "good shouters in church." She can already jump up and down with her high heels on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGUsrtcEgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z7n6RSnacpg/s1600-h/IMG_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310188931014988290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGUsrtcEgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z7n6RSnacpg/s320/IMG_2349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at a big youth even and it was dark and LOUD and Hannah just "needed" her passy. She was a bit overwhelmed by it all! One of our youth workers asked me this week. "Are you sure she's adopted...She looks just like ya'll. I can't get over it." Maybe it's the cheeks..maybe it's her blue eyes...or maybe I forgot 9 months of my life where I was pregnant!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGVTt7h-iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/otc3R8E5UX4/s1600-h/IMG_2366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310189601625864738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGVTt7h-iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/otc3R8E5UX4/s320/IMG_2366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneaky Sneaky...She loves to put on David's socks and shoes and "try" to walk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGVmpD0aNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1YR1ZWijN9M/s1600-h/IMG_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310189926735964370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGVmpD0aNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1YR1ZWijN9M/s320/IMG_2376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another pair of David's shoes...I'm thinking she has a think for shoes!&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/4956369267094206736-2157432477635946818?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/2157432477635946818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=2157432477635946818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/2157432477635946818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/2157432477635946818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hannah-updates.html' title='Hannah updates'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGTTI2Z6lI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V6rss6yebLs/s72-c/IMG_2327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-8005673597041257945</id><published>2009-03-06T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:09:59.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Festival</title><content type='html'>Strawberry Festival is here. Little did I know that Plant City, Florida is famous for their strawberries. Look at your grocery store strawberries this week and see if you see Plant City, Florida strawberries anywhere. Strawberries are in season. I literally live about 5 minutes from some of the largest strawberry fields. They are even on the same road as my neighborhood. About 15 minutes down the road the Strawberry Festival is happening. It's a two week long event that looks like a State Fair and there is about anything strawberry flavored that you could ever imagine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well some dear church members recently brought us some strawberries. I decided I could let them waste, or I could make something! So I canned Strawberry Freezer Jam. YUM...it's a family tradition. You place it on a piece of toast or on a hot biscuit! There's nothing better. I decided to take pictures of my first ever "canning" session. (Althought I just used jars and didn't 'truly' can them...just froze them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGOzB6Qi4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wt0H2sMbEpw/s1600-h/IMG_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310182442983787394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGOzB6Qi4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wt0H2sMbEpw/s320/IMG_2367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1. The strawberries minus their stems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGPMLlkhKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_8MoOkj5G8o/s1600-h/IMG_2369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310182875078100130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGPMLlkhKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_8MoOkj5G8o/s320/IMG_2369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2. Crush the strawberries. My little helper insisted on pushing the button on the food processor. She would eat a strawberry and then push the button. Take another break, eat a strawberry and then push the button, etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGPojJeX_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/WcZYhiEsYlU/s1600-h/IMG_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310183362439045106" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGPojJeX_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/WcZYhiEsYlU/s320/IMG_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3. The crushed strawberries are divided into "recipes". I had three recipes out of my strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGQXUqxDII/AAAAAAAAAI8/dWAqOkYRGWc/s1600-h/IMG_2371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310184166006000770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGQXUqxDII/AAAAAAAAAI8/dWAqOkYRGWc/s320/IMG_2371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final product.  16 jelly jars ad 2 quart jars full of freezer jam!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4956369267094206736-8005673597041257945?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/8005673597041257945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=8005673597041257945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/8005673597041257945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/8005673597041257945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2009/03/strawberry-festival.html' title='Strawberry Festival'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SbGOzB6Qi4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wt0H2sMbEpw/s72-c/IMG_2367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-2470586164871398843</id><published>2009-03-06T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:55:12.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Their Perspective</title><content type='html'>I recently learned a lesson from Hannah.  I tend to learn something new from her every day.  Many of the days, it tends to be a lesson in patience.  (We're potty training, attempting to get rid of "passy", trying to leave "Emmy" behind some, she's 2, etc, etc, etc).  Should you need a lesson in patience, I'll be happy to let you borrow Hannah for the day...:)  But my lesson...It actually turned into a spiritual lesson for me.  She was standing at the refrigerator door clearing asking for something.  Except it wasn't so clear to me what she was asking for.  Normally I have no problems deciphering what it is she needs.  But this particular day I couldn't figure it out.  I pointed to Dora Yogurt.  "No mommy".  I pointed to cheese.  "No mommy."  I pointed to Crystal light which she calls 'drink.'  "No mommy."  I pointed to pickles.  "No mommy."  I then started pointing to anything:  sour cream, butter (which she would eat by the handfuls if I would let her), and anything else in my refrigerator.  It was clear that Hannah was becoming frustrated with me and honestly I felt bad becuase I could NOT figure out what she wanted.  Then it hit me, let me get on her level and see what it is.  So I got on my knees and placed my head right beside her head so that we were cheek to cheek.  I then turned my head just like hers and looked in the refrigerator.  Well how about that.  From where she was standing, she was looking through the glass shelves and seeing the bottom of the 2nd shelf.  So on the 2nd shelf in the back of the refrigerator was a container of chocolate pudding.  She saw it through the bottom of the shelf.  When I was on her level, it was as clear as day to me as well.  So I quickly jumped up and said, "Do you want pudding Hannah?"  She excitedly declared "yeah mommy, yeah, yeah.  PWEASE?"  Well who would deny the child chocolate pudding after all that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson later hit me as I was reflecting on some of our students in our youth group.  We have a group of students that are bussed in every week.  I would love to tell you that they are met at the door with open arms.  But that is not always the case if I'm being honest with you.  They are loud, they are rough and they do NOT know how to act in church (or at least the way most of us THINK they should act).  Some of our youth leaders have grown weary in being "the bad cop."  Thus they have become tired of having to sit with them and constantly stay on them.  So, I felt like it became my job.  I began sitting with them on Wednesday nights.  It's certainly exhausting.  It's a constant reminder that they have to listen when others are talking, that they have to obey the rules that are laid out before them. You have to love with tough love and in the same breath, embrace them and love on them as well.  Each week we give them a food item and a drink out of our cafe. It's a constant reminder that they can't be demanding to our youth workers who are giving them the food.  It is like parenting all night long to 20-30 students.  It all came together for me this Wednesday night.  I had text David during service.  (We had a special group ministering that night and yes, I was disobeying and text David.)  The kids were acting up and I couldn't handle them by myself.  He unfortunately didn't get my text, because he never came to my rescue.  It came time for the alter call and as soon as the guest speaker said, "anyone need to come pray about these areas", one of "those students" literally walked as fast as she could to the altar.  She happens to be one of the leaders.  They all listen to what she says.  So I sat there for a while.  Then the Lord reminded me of my lesson with Hannah.  When I got down on Hannah's level to look in the fridge, I was able to see the "prize."  I sensed the Lord calling me to get down on their level tonight and He would allow me to see the "prize."  So I walked up and asked LeLe what she needed prayer for.  This is what she said, "I'm tired of running, I'm tired of running."  I happened to have known that a couple of weeks ago she ran away for 5 days.  Her dad didn't know where she was and had eventually had to call the police.  For the first time since we've been with this youth group, my heart broke for this child.  Tears streamed down her face and she could barely look me in the eyes.  I embraced her and prayed with her.  Eventually I felt the Lord prompt me to bring David over to where we were praying.  I told her that David was going to embrace her and I wanted her to imagine that this was God embracing her and loving on her.  When David put his arms around this child, this extremely tough leader of the pack,  began to weep.  Her walls began to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this completly change this entire group?  It may, it may not.  It may take years before we truly know what happened in LeLe's life Wednesday night.  All I know is that I learned when we get down on their level and we put our cheek up to their cheek and we look at life through their eyes, the whole perspective changes.  Life all of a sudden looks a little different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I never loose this perspective.  I pray I always remember to place my cheek by their cheek so that my eyes can see what they see!  I want to know their perspective.  It's not a lesson simply about our students who arrive by bus.  It's about those that we encounter daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-2470586164871398843?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/2470586164871398843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=2470586164871398843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/2470586164871398843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/2470586164871398843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2009/03/their-perspective.html' title='Their Perspective'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-2028039333110356049</id><published>2009-01-16T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:19:39.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's growing up!</title><content type='html'>It's both a sad and happy day for me. Today, David decided it was time to take down Hannah's crib and make it into a "big girl bed." Oh my this was difficult. Luckily it just looks like the front part of her crib is gone, making it look like a daybed. I shed a few tears. It's so hard for me to believe that on Monday my baby will be 2 years old. TWO YEARS OLD. Just yesterday we were standing in the hospital wondering if that was her crying. Just two days ago, we were having her dedicated. Just three days ago we were feeding her cereal for the first time. Time has flown by. Everyone tells you this, but who really believes it? Last January, Jessica and Falyn were teaching her how to walk and this January - she's running all over the place, jumping on beds, wearing "high-heeled Snow White shoes", finding Mommy's shoes and everything else that goes with being two. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I reflect back on the last two years, I'm overwhelmed with God's goodness to our family. He gave us this precious gift that we call Hannah. The last few months have been a hard transition for us at times and yet a wonderful time for our family as well. Hannah has done great through it all. At the moment, God has blessed us with the opportunity for me to stay home with Hannah. I am so thankful and continually ask the Lord to help us make this work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So enjoy some pictures of our baby who is now officially a toddler. I'll post some birthday pictures later! She's growing up...we can't believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFLaK3i3VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ru0JapaLKTc/s1600-h/IMG_1880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292093950103051602" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFLaK3i3VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ru0JapaLKTc/s320/IMG_1880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying a January day in Florida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFL1dvKIYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eDnq74bXA4I/s1600-h/IMG_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292094419024617858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFL1dvKIYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eDnq74bXA4I/s320/IMG_1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting on Daddy to finish her big girl bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFMM8KlhWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/umQ3RV2i-50/s1600-h/IMG_1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292094822329714018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFMM8KlhWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/umQ3RV2i-50/s320/IMG_1884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO excited about her new bed. Notice she has no pants on. For some reason, she continually pulls her pajama pants off. Drives her Daddy CRAZY!!! (Probably why she does it :) Has a little bit of her mother in her. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFMue7wEuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JEtHLF8QtRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292095398598415074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFMue7wEuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JEtHLF8QtRQ/s320/IMG_1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The finished product.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you wondering how she did in her new bed.  Well nap time was interesting.  She got up several times and came out of her room.  Then she would hear us walking towards her room and we would hear her running and jumping in her bed.  When we would get in there, she would act like she'd been laying there the entire time.  Tonight, we only had to tell her once to lay down in the bed.  However, we've not been through a full nights sleep so we'll see how it goes after tonight:)  Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4956369267094206736-2028039333110356049?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/2028039333110356049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=2028039333110356049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/2028039333110356049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/2028039333110356049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2009/01/shes-growing-up.html' title='She&apos;s growing up!'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SXFLaK3i3VI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ru0JapaLKTc/s72-c/IMG_1880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-7046299873057978163</id><published>2008-12-11T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:00:32.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>When Hannah turned one, I attempted to make her Birthday cake.  Somewhere along the road of life, I got it in my head that a mother is supposed to make at least the 1st Birthday cake.  After that one, I vowed I would not be doing that again...well, I've not made Hannah a birthday cake, but I have made her Christmas Cupcakes for her Christmas party in her class tomorrow.  Now, keep in mind, she's not even 2 yet!!  Lucky for me, there's only 8 students and 2 teachers for a big total of 10!!  I voluntered to make the cupcakes, with excitement...Then I actually started making them...I asked David, "what will I do when Hannah is in a class with 30 children?"  He quickly replied, "you won't be making homemade cupcakes like this unless you plan to give an entire day to it!!"  hahahah - what was I thinking?  I was going to give up and just put icing on them until David said, "I don't think you can make that snowman."  That did it.  I was determined then that Hannah would proudly take Frosty and Rudolph cupcakes to her class tomorrow....So below is the final product!!  (This is so my mom can see them :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and Frosty the Snowman....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SUHtRhilxjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2OJA7STa8u0/s1600-h/IMG_1734%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278761123571942962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SUHtRhilxjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2OJA7STa8u0/s320/IMG_1734%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upclose and personal with Rudolph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SUHs2--iY2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/_NSdmV6RKyE/s1600-h/IMG_1736%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278760667617321826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SUHs2--iY2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/_NSdmV6RKyE/s320/IMG_1736%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he thought I couldn't make Frosty....I sure showed him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SUHse7JZY-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/53F4eeXBujI/s1600-h/IMG_1740%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278760254272267234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SUHse7JZY-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/53F4eeXBujI/s320/IMG_1740%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this, Hannah has not yet seen her cupcakes.  I'm sure she'll be thrilled.  Actually, she was thrilled with the plain cupcakes.  She kept &lt;em&gt;declaring&lt;/em&gt; to me that she would like "a cake mommy...a cake...pwease!!!  cake Mommy."  I wouldn't let her have one, so tomorrow in her classroom, she can enjoy a decorated one!  It was a fun night afterall.  David ended up helping and we laughed a lot at my determination to finish Rudolph and Frosty!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are for you Miss Hannah!!! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-7046299873057978163?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/7046299873057978163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=7046299873057978163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/7046299873057978163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/7046299873057978163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cupcakes.html' title='Christmas Cupcakes'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SUHtRhilxjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2OJA7STa8u0/s72-c/IMG_1734%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-9035279810157309501</id><published>2008-12-05T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:22:09.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgving....</title><content type='html'>Our Thanksgiving post has been delayed because...well we were hit with an After Thanksgiving Plague - or at least it seemed like it. Our family caught a virus and a week later I now can say I think we are going to survive! Prior to Thanksgiving, Hannah and I had a very enjoyable and relaxing visit with my parents in Alabama. While there, we were able to see my sister-in-law, niece and nephew. I was so thankful that Melissa brought the kids over to see us. It was a huge sacrifice on her part and I was very blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn7qR6NWQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wkstj6soaus/s1600-h/IMG_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276525142221871362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn7qR6NWQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wkstj6soaus/s320/IMG_1454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah and my niece Katie helping my mom in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn8CXOSJvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mZUUQcpzOzw/s1600-h/IMG_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276525555965110002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn8CXOSJvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mZUUQcpzOzw/s320/IMG_1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was impossible to get a good picture of the three of them! Notice the divided family?  Hannah has on Alabama gear..Nathan has on Gator gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn8Y_IV-aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7P8CiDJlAqI/s1600-h/IMG_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276525944634735010" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn8Y_IV-aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7P8CiDJlAqI/s320/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think it's in her genes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Thanksgiving, David's parents came to visit us. It was a nice visit, except that his mom got sick and was sick the entire time she was here. So we didn't get to visit with them much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up, my family &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; started Thanksgiving morning off with the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and sausage balls for breakfast. I have always wanted to go see the parade in person - one of those crazy dreams you have in life. In our family, the only Thanksgiving tradition we have is that we are never at the same place for Thanksgiving the next year.  The last two years, we were in Colorado.  Well, this year, I began our family tradition... Just like my mom, I fixed sausage balls and got everything ready so that Hannah could watch the parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn4P81U9kI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c1VsuJR4Sms/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276521391352772162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn4P81U9kI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c1VsuJR4Sms/s320/Thanksgiving+08+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Hannah and David enjoying the parade! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah loved the parade this year! When they would flash a banner on the screen announcing who was on the parade, she would bend down and try to look under the banner in order to see the parade! We laughed so hard at her. She loved the balloons and all the band and cheerleaders! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, we went to the park with David's brother's family. In my mind, Thanksgiving is supposed to be cold, so while I was at the park, I reminded myself..."not everyone gets to go to the park after Thanksgiving lunch. This is pretty nice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn521Qy5uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/w2fGwk0Vvhs/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276523158847022818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn521Qy5uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/w2fGwk0Vvhs/s320/Thanksgiving+08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's David's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn6XNgdtJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p24-1YP2Yow/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276523715111007378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn6XNgdtJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p24-1YP2Yow/s320/Thanksgiving+08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4956369267094206736-9035279810157309501?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/9035279810157309501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=9035279810157309501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/9035279810157309501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/9035279810157309501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgving.html' title='Thanksgving....'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/STn7qR6NWQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wkstj6soaus/s72-c/IMG_1454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-6320185145300773974</id><published>2008-11-01T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:15:57.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunks of Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time at our church for the Fall Festival! Our church went all out! There were games, hotdogs, snowcones, popcorn, cotton candy, prizes,cake walks, inflatables and of course.... candy!! It was a huge success. Around 1000 people came through. It was such a fun night. For the first time, the church had trunks of treats. David and I decorated our trunk. We were a bit nervous because I had been talking trash saying we were going to win. (The winner won a gift card to Outback). Our pastor had been talking it up with me. So David got nervous since I had been running my mouth :). I had heard that kids were going to be the judges, so I decided we needed to apeal to the kids!! We had a "Down on the Farm" theme. We had a pretend barn and pulled out all of Hannah's stuffed animals. A big thank you to all of you that have given Hannah stuffed animals throughout her life thus far... Because... WE WON!!!!! Rumor is that the kids liked the fact that we had music playing in our car!!! Ours certainly was not the best. Our music pastor and his wife had "candy land" and it was great. Another car was cookie monster and it was fantastic too!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah was a lion and it was so fun with her this year. She LOVED her costume and cried when we took it off. When you ask her what the lion says, she would say, "RRRHHHH" She strutted around and roared for everyone. We were so pleased with her. She thoroughly enjoyed herself and was such a little trooper! She enjoyed the candy, well she loved the suckers... but more than that - she just loved being dressed up and walking around saying, "hey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we left last night, David said, "I was really proud to be a part of Riverhills tonight!!" We feel blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxf3AKDueI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j3f50IFBdog/s1600-h/Oct30Hannah+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263687463028898274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxf3AKDueI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j3f50IFBdog/s320/Oct30Hannah+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little lion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxgYMhPUfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Adv3qDFV0Gc/s1600-h/Oct30Hannah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263688033283035634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxgYMhPUfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Adv3qDFV0Gc/s320/Oct30Hannah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxgxBjpxrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eFFThfPHG-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263688459837097650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxgxBjpxrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eFFThfPHG-Q/s320/IMG_1638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The golfer and the lion! (Notice the lion continually has a sucker in her mouth!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxhRsva2_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/KbhN7pKoaqA/s1600-h/IMG_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263689021184990194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxhRsva2_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/KbhN7pKoaqA/s320/IMG_1639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The winning Trunk of Treat!! (With the lion and a sucker in her mouth, yet again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxhs_3lH1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iqJOal6F-Z8/s1600-h/IMG_1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263689490175958866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxhs_3lH1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/iqJOal6F-Z8/s320/IMG_1641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey (Pastor's Granddaughter), Hannah and "Passsor". Journey and Hannah got a little jealous of each other, so he had to hold them both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxiRE1tpSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YgPC_jZ3huk/s1600-h/IMG_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263690109985596706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxiRE1tpSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YgPC_jZ3huk/s320/IMG_1649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, a lion simply wants to just play in the dirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-6320185145300773974?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/6320185145300773974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=6320185145300773974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/6320185145300773974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/6320185145300773974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/11/trunks-of-treats.html' title='Trunks of Treats'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxf3AKDueI/AAAAAAAAAFM/j3f50IFBdog/s72-c/Oct30Hannah+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-7290247472579844553</id><published>2008-11-01T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:45:00.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>We are so happy that our Casey and Heather and the boys recently came for a visit. Luckily we live in Tampa where Casey often has meetings. Heather, Israel and Alex came wth him and stayed with us for a couple of days. We feel particularly blessed to have Alex and Isreal in our lives. It's nice to know that Hannah will grow up with two other adopted cousins. God has definitely been good to our family. We are indeed thankful for His goodness! Having three "2-year-olds" was quite funny!! We had a great time though!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxaBlYOw9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0GqWPWn-HRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681047749379026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxaBlYOw9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0GqWPWn-HRQ/s320/IMG_1591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing like jumping on the bed with your cousins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxaeL3XGyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2gZhJPi51ik/s1600-h/IMG_1595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681539116833570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxaeL3XGyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2gZhJPi51ik/s320/IMG_1595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey, Heather, Israel and Alex at the Aquarium. Needless to say, Alex was not too impressed with the Aquarium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxbSF9nbJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hnF_hbX5d_o/s1600-h/Oct30Hannah+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263682430885653650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxbSF9nbJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hnF_hbX5d_o/s320/Oct30Hannah+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxbtGhUELI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TsE1S9LOV6k/s1600-h/IMG_1613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263682894891847858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxbtGhUELI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TsE1S9LOV6k/s320/IMG_1613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a sweet picture! The Aquarium had a play area outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxcGkNmvMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pAc3tUDoBOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263683332358978754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxcGkNmvMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pAc3tUDoBOQ/s320/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha we figure this picture will come in handy when they're older!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4956369267094206736-7290247472579844553?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/7290247472579844553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=7290247472579844553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/7290247472579844553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/7290247472579844553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SQxaBlYOw9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0GqWPWn-HRQ/s72-c/IMG_1591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-9154344486695062987</id><published>2008-10-16T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:40:46.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fall, or so they say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdqXdMoA6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K3beAW1RDPI/s1600-h/Fall+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257788041185461154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdqXdMoA6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K3beAW1RDPI/s320/Fall+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is my favorite season! I love to pull out long sleeved shirts and begin to look at sweaters. Colorado has perfect fall weather. It's a little warm during the day and then at night, BAM, it's cool! I loved it. However, I no longer live in Colorado and must not accept my present situation :) I live in Florida. Everyone says it's fall. I see that it's October 16 on the calendar. David and I were watching a ballgame this weekend that was taking place in North Carolina. I said to David, "Look - they are wearing sweatshirts, isn't that hard to imagine now!" We spoke with some of our Colorado friends who told us the first ski slope was opening up today. Hum, the very same day that it will be over 80 degrees where I live. It's just hard for me to wrap my mind around that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In acceptance of this "Florida fall", I asked my teachers to bring the children out and let me take a picture by the fall display at church. Notice most of the children, including my own child, are wearing shorts! Welcome to fall in Florida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am NOT complaining though because at least it's not 90 degrees. There IS a big difference between 80 and 90 degrees I've learned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Fall Ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdqjr4BzcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dzOGuSjuKT4/s1600-h/Fall+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257788251284032962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdqjr4BzcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dzOGuSjuKT4/s320/Fall+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and her friends with their teachers, Miss Shala and Ms. Maxine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdrOzrsxHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6G2fsyHsudY/s1600-h/Fall+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257788992114181234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdrOzrsxHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6G2fsyHsudY/s320/Fall+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah thinks she's already two and can just walk on the rope with the 2 year olds. Ahhh, those director's kids....similiar to preacher's kids...WAIT, she's one of those too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdrocz4f0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ooVeJEz6r8c/s1600-h/Fall+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257789432651087682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdrocz4f0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ooVeJEz6r8c/s320/Fall+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a serious face Hannah! This is the bye-bye buggy (so Nana can see what it looks like). Hannah LOVES to ride in the bye-bye buggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/4956369267094206736-9154344486695062987?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/9154344486695062987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=9154344486695062987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/9154344486695062987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/9154344486695062987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-fall-or-so-they-say.html' title='It&apos;s Fall, or so they say...'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdqXdMoA6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K3beAW1RDPI/s72-c/Fall+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-8140498417004494606</id><published>2008-10-06T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:39:54.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Until I moved to Florida, I thought love bugs were just a very happy couple. Little did I know that love bugs are actually two bugs together. There is "love bug season" and we're in the midst of it. They are EVERYWHERE. I've taken a picture for your non-Floridians. The picture is not very clear... But you get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp7v067xFI/AAAAAAAAADk/vhIKetbZNmc/s1600-h/IMG_1473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254147976871003218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp7v067xFI/AAAAAAAAADk/vhIKetbZNmc/s320/IMG_1473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David and I recently celebrated our 6th Anniversary. Hard to believe that we've been married for 6 years. This year was a quiet dinner to PF Changs in Orlando. Our friends, The Waddell's graciously kept Hannah (actually took her to Disney) for us. We are so thankful to have them near us. We then rode to Orlando and had dinner. It was very simple but the best night ever. Nothing spectacular, but oh so peaceful. We sometimes forget what it's like to ride down the car without saying, "Hannah - you dropped your passy, we can't help you now", "Hannah - we're almost there", "What song would you like to sing Hannah?", "Here, take one more bit for Mommy", "No, Daddy can't hold you now, you have to stay in your highchair until we all finish eating." We drove in silence in the car and enjoyed a quiet dinner. It was great and most needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to you David! Six years and three states later we're still going strong! (By the way, PLEASE don't make me move to any more states any time soon!!) I wouldn't want to share my world with anyone else! Thank you for putting up with me and for being an awesome husband and terrific dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdtsNeWrnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4TSnZt31vD4/s1600-h/IMG_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257791696276991602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SPdtsNeWrnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4TSnZt31vD4/s320/IMG_1471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/8140498417004494606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-bugs.html' title='Love Bugs!'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp7v067xFI/AAAAAAAAADk/vhIKetbZNmc/s72-c/IMG_1473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-6727400285332010407</id><published>2008-10-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:56:03.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Family Days</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was such a fun family day. We went to the Open House for the local fire department. We feel special because we are good friends with the Fire Chief who happens to really take time with Hannah. She loves his 7 year old son. So anytime we get a chance to be around this family - Hannah is quite a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a neat open house. They had fire trucks everywhere, sat a car on fire so that we could see them put the fire out. They had booths lined up and down the streets. One booth we stopped out we won a book. Luckily one of our youth workers happened to be working this booth and Mr. Joel let Mommy help Hannah. He had some cards and you chose a card. On the card was a caterpillar. If I could guess the name of the book that was from - we won a new book. Luckily Eric Carle is my favorite children's author right now. Therefore, I knew it was "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." So we got to pick out a new book. Hannah was so happy about her "BOOK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp6vAH6w_I/AAAAAAAAADU/CUxXLME0prQ/s1600-h/IMG_1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254146863186756594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp6vAH6w_I/AAAAAAAAADU/CUxXLME0prQ/s320/IMG_1468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like David is telling me to get away from the fire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp7DebEAvI/AAAAAAAAADc/GEMu1TkTFn0/s1600-h/IMG_1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254147214917501682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp7DebEAvI/AAAAAAAAADc/GEMu1TkTFn0/s320/IMG_1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won a book and a fan... Nana - this fan is for you!!!  It's better than the funeral home fan!  Hard to believe by this picture that it's October!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-6727400285332010407?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/6727400285332010407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=6727400285332010407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/6727400285332010407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/6727400285332010407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-family-days.html' title='Fun Family Days'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp6vAH6w_I/AAAAAAAAADU/CUxXLME0prQ/s72-c/IMG_1468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-6189568945393175372</id><published>2008-10-06T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:49:04.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few new pictures</title><content type='html'>Life is progressing along. I found some pictures recently from the General Assembly where we saw our cousins. It's always nice to see your cousins, but especially nice to see your cousins who share a similiar adoption story. Something about having that special bond with someone else in your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp28ZZQnJI/AAAAAAAAACc/smawBLdzDeY/s1600-h/IMG_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254142695262166162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp28ZZQnJI/AAAAAAAAACc/smawBLdzDeY/s320/IMG_1225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurry Mommy... Get this pool outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp3Mi0vlKI/AAAAAAAAACk/anpY-Jc6x20/s1600-h/IMG_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254142972671268002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp3Mi0vlKI/AAAAAAAAACk/anpY-Jc6x20/s320/IMG_1227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we can enjoy some Florida sun!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp3YsCDUvI/AAAAAAAAACs/NJ2mqtMvhPM/s1600-h/IMG_1230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254143181301437170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp3YsCDUvI/AAAAAAAAACs/NJ2mqtMvhPM/s320/IMG_1230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah loves to stack her toys up on the shower ledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp351sVsWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4MIcPhlE1vM/s1600-h/IMG_1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254143750830403938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp351sVsWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4MIcPhlE1vM/s320/IMG_1233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first moved here, one of our youth's parents came up to us and said, "I made this dress for your daughter...I hope you don't mind." Mind?? I LOVE it...Will you make us some more?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp4RsWWWDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wrDxH0ogxOo/s1600-h/IMG_1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254144160639113266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp4RsWWWDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wrDxH0ogxOo/s320/IMG_1247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cousins, Alex and Israel. Whatever is holding all their attentions so well should pay us to be their advertisement!!!!! It sure captivated our children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp4uvN7h2I/AAAAAAAAADE/rE7iIs_lM_4/s1600-h/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254144659625314146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp4uvN7h2I/AAAAAAAAADE/rE7iIs_lM_4/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah's favorite hobby.. "Book Daddy...Book mommy!! BOOK"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp5D68ZHvI/AAAAAAAAADM/yMiVaatRsbM/s1600-h/IMG_1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254145023550234354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp5D68ZHvI/AAAAAAAAADM/yMiVaatRsbM/s320/IMG_1314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUM...Spaghetti and Bananas.  Reminds me of Uncle Donnie!!!  It's even better when you get to let it get on your face, hands, arms, nose, etc!!!!&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;br /&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-6189568945393175372?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/6189568945393175372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=6189568945393175372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/6189568945393175372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/6189568945393175372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-new-pictures.html' title='A few new pictures'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp28ZZQnJI/AAAAAAAAACc/smawBLdzDeY/s72-c/IMG_1225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-8221937005343127545</id><published>2008-10-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:17:39.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Day</title><content type='html'>A little late, but certainly worthy of notation. August 10 is our Adoption Day. David and I decided that we would make this a special day each year for Hannah. Lucky for her it's like two birthdays a year. This year was very special because Nana and Pop came to visit us for Adoption Day. Then because we now live near our friends, The Waddells, they celebrated with us as well. These dear friends walked with us through this adoption journey from the very beginning. It was so special to have them with us this year. As always, it was a delight to have Nana and Pop. Hannah spent the days with Nana and Pop while they were visiting and she LOVED it. She learned how to sing "Row Row Row Your Boat" while they were here. It sounds a little like "Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo". It has now progressed to "Woo Woo Woo Melly Melly Melly". Each day I would come home from work and find Hannah in the kitchen chair singing LOUDLY to my parents as they were cooking dinner. It was such a nice way to come home! We desperately wish they lived near us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy some Adoption Day Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOpRsqB1s3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/JdvKXHgkuMg/s1600-h/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254101742919201650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOpRsqB1s3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/JdvKXHgkuMg/s320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee for you - it was an Elmo Celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOpR-JUKxKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qGhVPNwBUTg/s1600-h/IMG_1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254102043375355042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOpR-JUKxKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qGhVPNwBUTg/s320/IMG_1267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah pushes this stroller EVERY where now. She loves to take it to church. (We let her take it when we just have a meeting or something at church - not literally to church!!!! :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOpSWW0SErI/AAAAAAAAACE/dItW_ayMDIw/s1600-h/IMG_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254102459316572850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOpSWW0SErI/AAAAAAAAACE/dItW_ayMDIw/s320/IMG_1269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wobby" and Katie Waddell enjoying the party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp037R8iPI/AAAAAAAAACU/y-vGZZV9-iA/s1600-h/IMG_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254140419435694322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOp037R8iPI/AAAAAAAAACU/y-vGZZV9-iA/s320/IMG_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's Grocery shopping time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOqAKnTOOTI/AAAAAAAAADs/fQ_2N25EUtw/s1600-h/IMG_1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254152835117758770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOqAKnTOOTI/AAAAAAAAADs/fQ_2N25EUtw/s320/IMG_1271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dear Nana and Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-8221937005343127545?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/8221937005343127545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=8221937005343127545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/8221937005343127545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/8221937005343127545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/10/adoption-day.html' title='Adoption Day'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SOpRsqB1s3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/JdvKXHgkuMg/s72-c/IMG_1260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-6086355210764455379</id><published>2008-09-05T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:10:02.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah is in School</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago I took a job at our church as the interim director of our Pre-School. Now those faithful two of you that read this blog realize that was a big change for me!! It was not a job that I necessarily wanted. But I'm learning we do a lot for our children. I took this job to help Hannah adjust to a daycare setting. We like to call it "school." Probably helps me to say school more than it does Hannah. It helps me not feel so guilty if I think she's going to school and not daycare! She has done well. Has a hard time still when she sees me, but I try to stay away from her class and sneak by and peak in. I like what a friend of mine said on her blog, "I'm just a stalker mom!" I sneak around and look at her class. It helps that I'm the director right now and could just simply "allow her teacher to leave" if I wasn't happy. But I've been blessed. Hannah has good teachers that love on her and put up with me...the mother and their boss!! Kind of funny I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning a lot in this new role as director/mom. I'm learning which class I do NOT want Hannah to be in and what I expect from a class. I pity her future school teachers because now I will be extremely picky!! I hope I'll be a "nice-picky" mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some school pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMFzTGYOGyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uufzd22lDYc/s1600-h/school+days+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242598213202877218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMFzTGYOGyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uufzd22lDYc/s320/school+days+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the new director. Look at me at my Mommy's desk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMFzkoC7mgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3LZl_BxeQP4/s1600-h/school+days+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242598514298165762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMFzkoC7mgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3LZl_BxeQP4/s320/school+days+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum, should I slide or just stand here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMF0Ybv8jUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iEv2lwAp8LI/s1600-h/school+days+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242599404350508354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMF0Ybv8jUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iEv2lwAp8LI/s320/school+days+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's teacher Miss Tori. Hannah "talks" to Miss Tori on the phone constantly at home. Talks to her in the grocery store and while she's playing. We LOVE Miss Tori. She made the transition for all of us sooo much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMF08abEdLI/AAAAAAAAABE/ed_6dVtSb2Y/s1600-h/school+days+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242600022469801138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMF08abEdLI/AAAAAAAAABE/ed_6dVtSb2Y/s320/school+days+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah showing the other girls how to eat an Icy-Pop. (This was her second icy-pop! Would have eaten a third, but I refused!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMF1RifHqfI/AAAAAAAAABM/7hCHRhIe_G0/s1600-h/school+days+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242600385411525106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMF1RifHqfI/AAAAAAAAABM/7hCHRhIe_G0/s320/school+days+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was more interested in the balloons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-6086355210764455379?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/6086355210764455379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=6086355210764455379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/6086355210764455379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/6086355210764455379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/09/hannah-is-in-school.html' title='Hannah is in School'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SMFzTGYOGyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uufzd22lDYc/s72-c/school+days+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-3150734505660743164</id><published>2008-08-31T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:26:13.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I be learning through this?</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday and I'm at home with Hannah. This obviously is rare for us. She is coughing and sounds as though she's coughing up a lung. Now it's funny to me because just a month ago she was doing the same thing and I took her to a walk in clinic. The doctor said it was allergies and put her on a medication. She did great with that medicine. Then all of a sudden, it's happening again. I've been chalking it up to teething...but now I'm starting to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more interesting to me is that she was never ever sick until we moved to Florida. (The doctor told me, "welcome to Florida.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit at home on a Sunday morning with a cranky baby, I'm wondering, "what should I be learning through this process?" Is God trying to teach me something and I'm just not getting it. Or is it simply what happens with children....they get sick sometimes. It is so difficult to "not know." Should I take her to the doctor, is it teething, will it just pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in my mind this parrallels with our faith walk. There are those times when we just don't know. There's the popular saying, "when bad things happen to good people." And they do just happen sometimes. There are those times when it is simply life. However, I'm learning more every day that there are those times when it is a "spiritual thing." God is calling us (me in particular) to a deeper walk. There are issues in my life that I have previously labeled as "just the way it is." Now I'm sensing God saying, "No, Keena - it is a spiritual thing." All of a sudden, I find God helping me through my daily walk like never before. Does that mean it is now easier. No way, in fact probably that much more difficult. But I sense that it's all going to be ok - because God is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't necessarily answer my question about what to do with Hannah. But when the dust (or snot in our case) settles...there is still a God who cares for us on a daily basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my simple thoughts on this Sunday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-3150734505660743164?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/3150734505660743164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=3150734505660743164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/3150734505660743164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/3150734505660743164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-should-i-be-learning-through-this.html' title='What should I be learning through this?'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956369267094206736.post-2281067223926032405</id><published>2008-08-23T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:26:33.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attempted a blog a while back but quickly gave up. I'm attempting the blog this time to help family and friends keep up with our life. So allow me to catch you up. Hannah is now 19 months old. I can not believe it. It seems like yesterday we were walking into the hospital on that cold January day and trying to figure out which one of those cries were from our baby. I remember it like yesterday. David looked to me and said, "Do you think that's her?" Yes, he already knew the cry of his child. Soon we would hold her and life would change instantly. So, 19 months later here we are. We just recently celebrated our 1st Adoption Day - which is August 10. It was a fun night with our friends - the Waddell family and my parents who were in town! It was emotional for me remembering that one year ago we nervously stood before the judge praying everything would be ok. I remember hearing our Bishop (Bishop Tim Brown) and our pastor (Pastor Jimmy and Sheila Dickens) sniffling (sp?) their tears along with us. What a special time in our lives that was. How we miss those families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we miss those families - in case we've not talked to you in a while? We moved to Florida. It was a hard transition, but we know God directed our paths. I still grieve over our move, but know that we're in the midst of God's will. We have a great youth group that have accepted us and opened their arms and hearts to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of that very though last night at our first youth lock-in. Yes, I know I've publicly stated my disdain for lock-ins and I still do not like them.... But I went. And Hannah went!!! I took my 19 month old child to her first of probably MANY youth lock-ins. I put her to bed at 8 like normal and then got her up at 10 to go to our lockin. She was awesome!!! She thought it was the greatest thing ever. I was reminded how good God is to us when I saw different kids on their knees rolling a ball to my little girl. I saw them playing with her while she pushed her doll stroller around that gym like she was 15 or 16. I just stood back and watched at how good God is to us. These youth have not only embraced David and myself - but have embraced our daughter. That is the most important thing to me. When I made her leave with me at 2:30am - she was very frustrated at me!! She was going strong and not fussy at all!!! (The next day has been a challenge thus far - but we're making it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where we are - enjoying life and all that God has blessed us with!! Stay tuned for my updates on this crazy life of ours!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SLCpvyVqm_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1Jc9O7ILJek/s1600-h/Hannah+Outside+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237873005063478258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SLCpvyVqm_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1Jc9O7ILJek/s320/Hannah+Outside+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our neighbor Bree.  She used to go to Hannah's pre-school and then we found out we're neighbors!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SLCpwT3X6SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EkNlwUMRrA8/s1600-h/Hannah+Outside+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237873014063229218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SLCpwT3X6SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EkNlwUMRrA8/s320/Hannah+Outside+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah and Bree pushing their strollers down our sidewalk!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4956369267094206736-2281067223926032405?l=davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/2281067223926032405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4956369267094206736&amp;postID=2281067223926032405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/2281067223926032405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4956369267094206736/posts/default/2281067223926032405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidkeenahannah.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>The Cox Family Times</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03370293740270276301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaRRUtOYkYA/SLCpvyVqm_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1Jc9O7ILJek/s72-c/Hannah+Outside+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
