<?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-3989333167979835542</id><updated>2011-12-19T18:06:28.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hansen Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'>The good, the bad, the funny, the sad and all that is The Hansen Family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4988361392086074008</id><published>2011-04-17T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:02:14.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracking up!</title><content type='html'>A lot of kids with autism have things that they do over and over again.  Andrew does a lot of this!  One thing that he is stuck on right now is his "jokes".  In his speech therapy they have been working on pronouns like he is a boy.  So, now Andrew will come up to me with a huge grin on his face and say to me, "Mommy is a boy.  Mommy is a he."  And then he will belly laugh!  Then I say, "No, mommy is a she, a girl."  More laughter!&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled that he is talking more and more.  I am thrilled that there is eye contact.  I am thrilled that we are seeing his sense of humor.  But, Andrew really needs a new repitore of jokes!  :)  It's the same "jokes" in the same order, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It is very to break one of these modes.  Because there is a reaction between him and me, he keeps up the routine.  It's a way to have a bond with him that is not easy to come by.  Now, it's come to a point where I need to decide if the "jokes" and the routine of them is becoming a hinderance to other things.  The jokes can interfere with learning a new task.  We have been trying to teach Andrew how to put the silverware away.  But, in the middle of showing him where the forks go, he will start giggling and saying, " Mommy is a he!"  So, is he still paying attention to the instruction or has he lost complete focus.  This is hard for me.  I don't want to stop the laughter and his interaction, but I do want to stop the ongoing, same joke routine.  ugh...&lt;br /&gt;I guess for now, I will just enjoy hearing and watching Andrew crack himself up with his jokes because I cherish every interaction we have together.  The silverware can wait until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4988361392086074008?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4988361392086074008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4988361392086074008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4988361392086074008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4988361392086074008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2011/04/cracking-up.html' title='Cracking up!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1855171033668666108</id><published>2011-04-15T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:28:04.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by step</title><content type='html'>I was trying to explain to my hairdresser the other day why it is difficult for Andrew to follow directions.  It's not that he doesn't hear me or that he is being disobedient when he doesn't do what I ask him to do, it's that he doesn't understand fully what is being asked.  There is a disconnect in his brain.  Every task needs to be broken down into very simple and direct actions.&lt;br /&gt;For example,  if I say to Andrew, "Andrew, go over to the couch, pick up your things and bring them to mommy", he has to first figure out where he has to go.  The couch.  Which couch?  Okay, I have to go to the couch in the tv room.  Now, what things am I supposed to pick up.  This or that?  It's like Andrew's brain is on constant overload, just trying to sort out and filter what he is hearing.  It's always a battle to get him to follow directions.  But, we are getting better at giving him simple commands and Andrew is getting better at listening to exactly what he needs to do.  Step by step; little by little we are seeing him grow.  How exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1855171033668666108?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1855171033668666108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1855171033668666108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1855171033668666108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1855171033668666108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2011/04/step-by-step.html' title='Step by step'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-9184793156154264225</id><published>2011-04-13T10:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:55:15.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I went to a mom's conference a few weeks ago for a time of encouragement.  I had fun with my friends that came with me and God did teach me some things of the heart.  However, one of the workshops I attended left me feeling so discouraged.  It was a workshop for moms with special needs kids.  It was to be a time of encouragement, but it wasn't.  In fact, I was little put out.  The lady that gave the workshop was a mom of a special needs kid and she talked about very practical things that we could as moms to help make life easier.  For example, packing the child's backpack the night before school.  Really?  Come on.  I'm not meaning to bash this lady.  She had very good intentions, but I wanted more!!  There was nothing spiritual in this talk at all, either!  I left feeling like I just wasted an hour of my day and thinking that I could do a better job.  Those other moms that were there needed encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been thinking a lot about this and what I would do if I lead a workshop for moms with special needs kids.  This is just a rough draft and thoughts that need a lot more processing, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I would talk about how God designed our kids with a purpose.  Psalm 139: 13-14 says, "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well."  What a wonderful thing for moms to know...that our kids were created by God.  He knit them together and they are wonderfully made!  God delighted in designing them!&lt;br /&gt;2.  God chose us as moms to be exactly what our kids need to help them grow and succeed.  In Luke 1 an angel came Mary and told her that she was highly favored and that the Lord was with her.  To be highly favored means that one is regarded with preferance and is privilged.  I find great comfort in knowing that God prefered me over other women to be the mom for Andrew and that God is with me through every situation; good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;3.  We, as moms need to mourn the loss of dreams we have for our kid with special needs.  I had big dreams for Andrew.  I wanted him to have lots of friends, enjoy going on vacations, to play outside in the summer with the neighbors, to succeed in school.  Andrew may do these things someday, but for now he doesn't.  And, that's hard for me!  I have on occasion written down these dreams and tucked them away.  I hold on to them for him.  And I also cry over them.  I grieve for that loss right now.  I think moms need ot know that this is OKAY!  It's okay to want things for our kids and to dream big.  But it's always okay to cry, be angry, hurt and mourn over those things that get lost because of the way our kids are.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Moms with special needs kids need support, whether that's through a church, friends, family or a support group.  We can't do this alone.  We need to vent and share what's going on in our kids' lives and in ours.  Joni and Friends Family Retreats are a great way to find that support.  These family camps are designed for the family as a whole and also allow time for moms to be in a small group to share our thoughts and feelings.  &lt;br /&gt;5.  Parenting a child with special needs is not black and white.  There is no right way to do something.  We have to do what's right for our families.  We absolutely can take someone's advice, but if it doesn't work, that's okay.  We just keep trying until something does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the thoughts that have been rattling around in my brain.  I envision praying over of the moms, allowing them to share their story in a small group, sharing these things above and more.  I want other moms to be encouraged and know that they are not alone in their journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-9184793156154264225?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/9184793156154264225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=9184793156154264225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/9184793156154264225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/9184793156154264225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3838580872048440039</id><published>2011-04-10T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:56:59.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive</title><content type='html'>A lot of kids with autism tend to have some form of sensitivity.  Some of Andrew's sensitivity is towards babies crying and music from a radio or CD.  We went to Indy over spring break for a few days.  While there, we went to the Children's Museum.  Andrew likes to go to the same exhibits every time like the trains, the carousel and the science spectrum.  Of course, these are the most popular with lots of people.  He is just fine there, until he hears a baby cry.  Then, he just stops what he's doing and puts his hands over his ears and tells me, "Baby happy!!".  I try to distract him, but sometimes it is too much and he bursts into tears.  &lt;br /&gt;Andrew loves music...on his terms!  Eric takes Andrew every Sunday morning to hear the worship band practice for the next service.  Andrew loves it!  He loves going to church to hear "the guitars".  The worship team is great in letting Andrew run around and yell out "Rock on!" and "Rock Stars!"  However, when we get to the van, I can not have the radio on.  If it's on, Andrew will put his hands over his ears and yell, "Radio off!"  And, if I'm not fast enough, it can turn into a complete meltdown of crying and kicking the seats.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew why these two things bother him so much!  It is one of many questions I would love to have an answer for.  I would love for Andrew to be able to tell me why certain things are so hard.  Maybe someday, but for now, I'll just to avoid those things.  With a new cousin on the way at the end of summer, he may just have to learn to adjust, because I am definitely going to be holding that baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3838580872048440039?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3838580872048440039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3838580872048440039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3838580872048440039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3838580872048440039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2011/04/sensitive.html' title='Sensitive'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3267504076095918531</id><published>2011-04-06T13:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:54:30.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's Day</title><content type='html'>We try to put Andrew to bed around 8:00 every night.  We do this because he is an early riser, like anywhere between 5:00 - 6:00 AM!  There are some nights he doesn't actually fall asleep until 9:30pm because he's talking, or singing or tapping on the wall.  That was last night.  But, he was still up at 6:15am this morning!   A lot of kids with austism have trouble sleeping.  Andrew doesn't wake up at night, but he doesn't sleep long... at least for mom!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning, just like we always do, we took his "stuff" (blankets, bears, and Larry the Cucumber) to momma's bed and laid down for another 10 minutes or so.  Then, we came downstairs and I made Andrew's breakfast.  Every morning, he has the same breakfast - waffle and sausages.  A blueberry frozen waffle and two saugage links.  It never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave the house around 8:00am to get Jarod to day camp, so that meant Andrew needed to get dressed.  We got Andrew dressed and his flip flops.  He loves his flip flops!  It could be 20 below zero and he will ask to wear his flip flops!  If it is that cold, I won't let him, but most of the time it's fine, like today.  As soon as we got home, the clothes came off and the pajamas were back on!  He loves his comfy clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of today has been filled with playing on the computer, playing with his trains and me trying to get him to interact with me.  He will ask me for food or if he needs something, but pretty much resists if I try to initate "play".  It's hard some days, but I'm happy with any kind of response from him!  He did help me peel wallpaper (which he started in the first place and is why we now have a big project inthe Hansen house!)when I asked, so it's been a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get him some ham...his favorite snack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3267504076095918531?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3267504076095918531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3267504076095918531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3267504076095918531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3267504076095918531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2011/04/andrews-day.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1609983326187661553</id><published>2011-04-04T09:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:45:44.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April is autism awareness month!</title><content type='html'>I am hoping that I can shed a little light into the world of autism by sharing our life this month.  &lt;br /&gt;Andrew loves Wheel of Fortune!  He loves to play it on the computer and "play" it on the kitchen table.  He has several puzzles memorized and will randomly quote one throughout the day like "highly recommended walking tour".  Then he will joke with us by saying the wrong word or change the name of the person playing.  he will just giggle and giggle!&lt;br /&gt;Wheel of Fortune is colorful and repetitive.  I think that's one reason why Andrew loves it!  He also loves the spinning of the wheel.  &lt;br /&gt;it's a great way for Andrew and me to play together, which is difficult for him.&lt;br /&gt;So, yay for Wheel of Fortune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1609983326187661553?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1609983326187661553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1609983326187661553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1609983326187661553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1609983326187661553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-is-autism-awareness-month.html' title='April is autism awareness month!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3494741680559793598</id><published>2010-07-30T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:43:35.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's 5</title><content type='html'>1.  Jarod played Wildcat Baseball this summer for the first time.  He enjoyed for the most part.  There were some tears the last day from hurt feelings (and mama too), but I'm thankful that Jarod still wants to play again next summer.  I'm also thankful for the opportunity to talk with Jarod about character through the hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Andrew has finsihed with summer school.  I am thankful for great aides and teachers that were with him this month.  This was his last summer for this specific program.  My boy is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Today, we had nothing on the calendar!  The boys and I stayed in our pajamas until about 10am, then went to the library and the grocery store.  After lunch, we went to Huntington to visit with Grandma and Granpa Hansen.  It was a great day!  I'm thankful that we could do all of those things without having to race back home for the next "event" on the calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful for some "cooler" weather.  It hasn't been so humid and sticky and I am very thankful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm so thankful for a husband who brought home dinner tonight so I didn't have to cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3494741680559793598?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3494741680559793598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3494741680559793598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3494741680559793598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3494741680559793598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/fridays-5.html' title='Friday&apos;s 5'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3575452771046109229</id><published>2010-07-25T21:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:37:56.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my 5 on Sunday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful for a successful garage sale and that it is over.  We sold a lot of things and then took the rest to Goodwill.  I have never done a garage sale before.  It was a lot of work.  But, I'm glad I did it.  I'm not sure I wlll do it again, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful we had the privalege of a good eye doctor for almost 10 years.  Dr. Dykstra passed away a few weeks ago.  He was patient with both my boys, but especially with Andrew.  He also had a son named Andrew and so I think he was fond of my Andrew.  Dr. Dykstra will be missed by our family.  Now, we need to find anotehr dr.  I know God will lead us to the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Eric and Jarod were at Scout Camp this last week.  Jarod came home a night early because of storms.  I am thankful for the neighbor who graciously brought Jarod home.  They all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm thankful for wonderful worship this morning at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm thankful for an opportuntiy to do a little babysitting this school year.  All the details still need to be worked out, but I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3575452771046109229?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3575452771046109229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3575452771046109229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3575452771046109229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3575452771046109229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-5-on-sunday.html' title='my 5 on Sunday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-333266149687523172</id><published>2010-07-16T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:04:34.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful for a wonderful visit with my roommate from college.  We had a great time laughing and shopping.  I wish we lived closer!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful that we found a gluten free pizza crust that Drew will eat.  We started him on the gluten free diet to see if it would help his attention, especially with starting first grade!  Pizza is his favorite and I hated to take that away.  Thanks to Whole Foods in Indy, we found some crust that is actually pretty tasty!&lt;br /&gt;3.  I had a great time last night catching up with a friend who is going through a lot of transitions in her life.  I'm so thankful for her friendship!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Andrew is talking more and more to us, not just random thoughts.  The other day we went to Meijer on Lima rd.  He saw Burger King and wanted to go.  I said no at first and then Andrew said, "Meijer first, then Burger King."  How can a mom say no to that!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Andrew is doing pretty well in summer school.  It really helps him when school starts in a few short weeks.  I'm thankful for the teachers and aides that are there working with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-333266149687523172?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/333266149687523172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=333266149687523172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/333266149687523172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/333266149687523172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-on-friday_16.html' title='Five on Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6024522676901920567</id><published>2010-07-09T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:16:54.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on Friday</title><content type='html'>I am needing a thankfulness moment in the midst of a very whiny child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am thankful for good friends who let us just hang out with them over the weekend.  The boys had a great time swimming and watching movies.  Thanks Billman's!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful that  we have AC in our house. I have some friends that don't.  &lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm thankful that my BFF arrived safely in PNG.  I miss her so much already!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have decided not to cook dinner tonight. I am thankful that my husband will be okay with that!&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful that God knows what is happening in my little man's brain this afternoon because I sure don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6024522676901920567?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6024522676901920567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6024522676901920567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6024522676901920567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6024522676901920567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-on-friday.html' title='Five on Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8404347965617645381</id><published>2010-06-27T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:40:04.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More JAF pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf9YOOPe5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/1KGyoUFmpxs/s1600/IMG_27151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf9YOOPe5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/1KGyoUFmpxs/s320/IMG_27151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487633263550757778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf9XosIe1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-90W9DqC_pI/s1600/IMG_2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf9XosIe1I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-90W9DqC_pI/s320/IMG_2740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487633253475580754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8404347965617645381?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8404347965617645381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8404347965617645381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8404347965617645381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8404347965617645381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-jaf-pics.html' title='More JAF pics...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf9YOOPe5I/AAAAAAAAAX8/1KGyoUFmpxs/s72-c/IMG_27151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6766681687773340505</id><published>2010-06-27T21:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:37:36.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more JAF pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf8dA-f72I/AAAAAAAAAXs/3to7U5I7I_o/s1600/IMG_2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf8brJqbPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6oI-9oQCI3Q/s320/IMG_2623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487632223344159986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6766681687773340505?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6766681687773340505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6766681687773340505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6766681687773340505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6766681687773340505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-jaf-pictures.html' title='more JAF pictures'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf8dA-f72I/AAAAAAAAAXs/3to7U5I7I_o/s72-c/IMG_2672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5251313945082803233</id><published>2010-06-27T20:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:32:16.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joni and Friends Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4QvgzqnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FNq2Uo0JNlw/s1600/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/Users/Hansen/AppData/Local/Temp/msoclip1/02/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;I am so blessed! My family and I were able to attend Joni and Friends (JAF) retreat last week in Michigan. It is a retreat for families with special needs. My friend, Mary has been wanting us to go for so long and we finally felt that were able to go. I am so glad we went!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what to expect at all. Mary had given me an idea, but I couldn't wrap my mind around it.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to camp, (at the beautiful Marantha Bible Camp) we were greeted by a group of people who just gave us hugs and welcomed us to retreat. Then we walked into the main lodge where we were welcomed by two lines of people who clapped and "whooped" as we walked through. I was overwhelmed. I consider myself a people person, but there were so many people there who just wanted to love on us. I got pretty emotional.&lt;br /&gt;We then met our STM (short term missionary) who is there to be a helper for Drew throughout the week. Joey was great. He was laid back and fit right in with our family. Joey ate with us at every meal and if the boys got squirmy, Joey would take them to the playground and let Eric and I finish our meal. How cool is that!?&lt;br /&gt;After all the people, I was ready to find our room and just relax. When we found out that we had a two bedroom/two bath apartment, I was thrilled. I am not sure how we ended up with such a great place! On our table in the apartment, was a bag with gifts for all of us. How they knew what we all liked was just a God thing. Jarod was exited that he got his room for the week!&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we enjoyed seeing all the other families gather for worship and fun. I was overwhelmed knowing that Andrew could just be himself there. He could stand on the pew, sway back and forth, giggle and worship in his way. And, no one stared. I didn't feel pressured to have to make him sit. It was OKAY! This was the way church should be.&lt;br /&gt;After worship was an icecream social. The boys were so excited to see a miniature golf course on the property. They had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;The next three mronings were filled with worship, teaching and small group time for the parents. The woman in my group were perfectly placed for the week. We all have children on the autism spectrum. We laughed, cried, shared and prayed together. What a blessing they are! We are now facebook friends and can continue to encourage each other.&lt;br /&gt;During the parents tme, the kids went to their own "class time". It was more like a cool VBS program. Joey went with Andrew and Jarod was with other kids his age.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we had family time. Andrew went ot the pool everyday! It was heated and most times, he had it to himself! It was a little chilly most of the week. Jarod tried rock climbing, the zip line and swimming. Those were his favorite things!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday evening we had a western night. JAF brought in farm animals for the families to pet and just have fun with. Then we had a square dance! The boys weren't too into it, but that was OKAY! Andrew was impressed with the fiddle player, however!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night the parents had a date night! We had a wonderful dinner of prime rib! The kids went to a carnval while we dined and walked along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;THursday night was talent night. There were so many people that participated. Kids and adults with down syndrome, CP, autism and non-disabilities all had great gifts to share. Jarod even shared some magic tricks. We were very proud of our usually very anxious and shy 9 year old!&lt;br /&gt;Eric summed up the trip well by saying, "We can go to Pokagon or camp ground and do the same kind of things, but we won't get our needs met as parents and as a family." I think we might want to go again next year!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4QvgzqnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FNq2Uo0JNlw/s1600/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4QvgzqnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FNq2Uo0JNlw/s320/IMG_2612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487627637489904242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4QMIq1pI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bC6BWmhNaSU/s1600/IMG_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4QMIq1pI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bC6BWmhNaSU/s320/IMG_2599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487627627993421458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4PwfZ4MI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MBl0Enssuwg/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4PwfZ4MI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MBl0Enssuwg/s320/IMG_2585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487627620572586178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4PtgFZJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rAzY4UQIu88/s1600/IMG_2577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4PtgFZJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rAzY4UQIu88/s320/IMG_2577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487627619770131602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4PNMj6EI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hufDotlLCpQ/s1600/IMG_2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4PNMj6EI/AAAAAAAAAWk/hufDotlLCpQ/s320/IMG_2572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487627611098310722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5251313945082803233?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5251313945082803233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5251313945082803233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5251313945082803233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5251313945082803233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/06/joni-and-friends-retreat.html' title='Joni and Friends Retreat'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TCf4QvgzqnI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FNq2Uo0JNlw/s72-c/IMG_2612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7850973179278968958</id><published>2010-06-08T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:18:36.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The kindness of strangers</title><content type='html'>This morning Drew and i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glenbrook&lt;/span&gt; Mall to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; paper.  We went to the "paper" store and looked around.  Drew was jumping around and not interested in staying with me at all.  So, we went the bathroom and then went to his favorite elevator -the glass elevator where he can see out.  We then walked to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carousel.  The lady that runs it during the day is so good with kids.  She let me on with Drew without having to pay and spoke to Drew with such kindness.  He loves riding the carousel and talking about all the colors he sees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After the ride,  we rode back up the favorite elevator and went back to the paper store.  The associate that helped me was so kind in talking with Drew and helping to keep an eye on him while I looked for paper.  She had no problem with him yelling in the store and singing at the top of his lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm so thankful for these two women who made a mom (who gets weary many days), have a delightful morning with my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7850973179278968958?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7850973179278968958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7850973179278968958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7850973179278968958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7850973179278968958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindness-of-strangers.html' title='The kindness of strangers'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6703693859567534649</id><published>2010-05-27T07:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:45:24.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The mission</title><content type='html'>The mission:  swim suit shopping&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I loathe it!  But, I must accept this mission if I am to soak in the sun and enjoy the pool (and hopefully some beach) this summer. &lt;br /&gt;I don't care what size you are, finding the suit is a pain.  You could be a size 2 and not find anything that is right for you.&lt;br /&gt;Do I buy a one piece?  A tankini?  A swim dress?&lt;br /&gt;Bikini is not even an option for me!&lt;br /&gt;I have probably tried on at least 50 different suits in the last week or so.  Different sizes, different tops with different bottoms.  Different patterns, all trying to hide those wonderful imperfections that make trying on suits so difficult and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;The older I get the more I want a suit that is modest.  (not that I've ever had a suit that wasn't, but now I'm just more aware of it)  However, I don't want to buy a suit my grandma would buy either.  I'm still young, right?!&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I found one the other night.   I need to go back and try it on again just to make sure.  I just hope it's still there!  I really don't want to have to go through this again for a long while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6703693859567534649?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6703693859567534649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6703693859567534649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6703693859567534649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6703693859567534649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/05/mission.html' title='The mission'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8272017947244643582</id><published>2010-05-18T16:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:20:00.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>processing...</title><content type='html'>Pardon me as I process the happenings of today.  Mainly, Mark Souder.  I am frustrated, saddened, angry and many other emotions that are all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened and angry by his admission of an affair.  A Christian man who has been committed to "family values" thru his campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated with people who are now bashing him even more because he has fallen. &lt;br /&gt;I am angry at those who are happy he has stepped down.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how some people can judge him by his actions and yet do not know him.&lt;br /&gt;I am angry that this situations may make more people believe  that Christians are hypocrites and give them more reasons why they dont want anything to do with the Christian faith. &lt;br /&gt;We live in a fallen world and everyone is a sinner in need of God's grace and forgiveness.  Mr. Souder will have concequences for his actions, but God's grace is sufficent and enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8272017947244643582?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8272017947244643582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8272017947244643582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8272017947244643582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8272017947244643582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/05/processing.html' title='processing...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4160690377258959639</id><published>2010-04-18T21:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:13:54.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of many tears.&lt;br /&gt;There were tears of sadness and loss as I remembered my dear friend Rachel's homecoming. It's hard to believe it's been a year. I remember her death like it was just yesterday. I'm so thankful though that she is celebrating one year of Paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears today when my Drew ran up to Laura with a huge smile accross his face while saying her name. What a blessing that was to me and Laura. He doesn't do that with anybody except family. I am so thankful for Laura and her unconditional love for Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears today when Jarod decided he didn't want to participate in a friend's birthday party.  They went to Lazer X and he was just extremely scared about playing the game.  So, we talked and prayed and talked some more.  No convincing from anyone would get him to play.  I felt like I deal with "issues" with Drew all the time, I don't want to deal with "isssue" with my non special needs kid.  However, I am so thankful for gracious hosts and friends of jarod's that kept encouraging him.  What a wonderful example of love that they all showed Jarod today.   It really made me step back and realize that Jarod does have some pretty intense fears like the dark and I just need to keep praying through it and with him to help him overcome his fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am started a diet this week and there were tears tonight when I was hungry!  But, I am thankful that I have food and that I am trying to make healthy choices and lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears can be so healing.  I'm glad that I shed some today and that God keeps showing me His faithfulness and goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4160690377258959639?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4160690377258959639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4160690377258959639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4160690377258959639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4160690377258959639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/04/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6544777641324491012</id><published>2010-04-13T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:09:19.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here...</title><content type='html'>I have had several friends recently tell me that I need to blog some more.  They miss reading about the Hansen's!  Well, to those of you who read this...I am still here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it harder to write these days.  Not that there isn't anything to write about; I just don't think about it.  So, I am going to start to write at least once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a nice spring break.  We went to Pokagon State Park for a few days with our friends, the Doron's.  Andrew loves going there, mostly because he loves to swim in the pool!  It is just relaxing for us!  We came home on Wed. and then the boys and I left on Thurs. for Indy for a couple of days.  Andrew has been talking about going to Gramma and Papa Pete's house for quite a while and Jarod also enjoys going.  So, off we went.  It was as relaxing as Pokagon.  But we had a good time, none the less.  We , of course, headed to the Children's Museum.  They had the the big slide set up at the stairs with an Indiana Jones theme.  Jarod loved it!  I will try to post some pics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6544777641324491012?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6544777641324491012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6544777641324491012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6544777641324491012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6544777641324491012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7793576047768777297</id><published>2010-02-17T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:18:02.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>normalcy</title><content type='html'>I am so ready for normalcy!  All the delays and cancellations have really done a number on my emotions and motivation.  I know that I get so much more accomplished when I am on a schedule.   I'm hoping to get some things done today and then take Andrew out to lunch.  He gets "out of whack" too when his routine is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... Yesterday, as I was waiting for the kids to be dismissed from school, a mom was talking to her son, or me. or to anyone who listening (I'm not sure which).  She was commenting on how assinine it was that the first graders couldn't come out before the kindergarteners.  And that if her child didn't pass the alpha test (gifted program), she was going to pull her child out of this ridiculous school.  I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.  Inside though I was ready to blow.  I don't appreciate parents who berate our school.  Haverhill is a good school.  And what a poor example to set in front of your kid.  Maybe it is just this one parent.  She is an EGR in my life.  (extra grace required).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7793576047768777297?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7793576047768777297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7793576047768777297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7793576047768777297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7793576047768777297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/02/normalcy.html' title='normalcy'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-872984050588679066</id><published>2010-01-25T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:01:59.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Monday</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A good report from the orthodontist. Jarod is such the trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A coopertive Andrew at the orthodontist. I brought the laptop and thanks to free WiFi, he was able to play Wheel of Fortune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I bought myself a new shirt today.  I know it's nothing earth shattering, but I needed a pick me up with the gray gray snowy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I had a wonderful run in with a friend at WalMart.  We had not seen each other since her daughter passed away over the summer.  It was great to see her and catch up.  We are hoping to get together for lunch soon.  She is a talker and so there is never a dull moment in conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am so thankful for Chocolate Cheerios.  I love then!  They are the perfect way to get my chocolate fix without all the sugar and calories.  They are even good with milk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-872984050588679066?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/872984050588679066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=872984050588679066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/872984050588679066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/872984050588679066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-on-monday.html' title='5 on Monday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1766910242439058604</id><published>2010-01-06T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:16:49.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful heart</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to have a thankful heart today.  Autism has shown it's ugly head today and so instead of dwelling on how it is robbing me of my little boy, I'm going to focus on just Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He  makes me laugh!  During our Christmas celebration at my parents' house, Andrew became very quiet.   A mom knows that when a child is quiet, he/she is up to no good!  I had my nephew be a spy and find out what Andrew was up to.  The report:  "Aunt Becky, he's in the sink."  I went to see this for myself.  Yep, it's true!  Andrew's in the sink.  Andrew was standing in my parents' sink in only his underwear making faces in the mirror.  He also had the water turned on and getting his toes wet.  I laughed till I cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  There is joy in Andrew's face when he is in the snow!  After school this week, Andrew has been rolling and running in the snow.  He is always wanting to build a snowman.  Unfortunately, it is just way to cold for us to do that yet.  But it is fun to see him covered in white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He still likes to snuggle with his mama!  It might not last very long, but I am so thankful for those brief moments of stillness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  He enjoys going to the eye dr!  I am thankful for a wonderful doctor that is so patient with Andrew.  Andrew actually looks forward to going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Andrew likes to tease!  His middle name is James just like the engine from Thomas and Friends.  So, when we are talking about his name, he rattles off all the engine names before getting to James.  Cracks me up everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my almost 6 year old!  My prayer is that someday I might be able to have a conversation with him about what he's learning in school, what is his favorite color, etc.  Right now though, I just need to focus on the positive and let God take care of the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1766910242439058604?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1766910242439058604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1766910242439058604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1766910242439058604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1766910242439058604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful-heart.html' title='thankful heart'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3861305515980814494</id><published>2009-12-07T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:15:00.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of a new adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/Sx2maDfK2II/AAAAAAAAAWc/lUdBvZt3F8A/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412665293712054402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/Sx2maDfK2II/AAAAAAAAAWc/lUdBvZt3F8A/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today my little man got braces and the "lovely" (sarcasm implied!) expander.  I was so proud of him.  He was really scared, but he did great.  The colors of his bands are Colt's colors.  His choice, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure we were going to get ther because of the slick road conditions.  I made it fine to the entrance, but once I made it to the hill in front of the office, I began to slide.  I ended up sideways on the road.  I tried several times to either turn into the office parking lot or just go backward into another lot.  I tried to no avail.  A young gentlemen and his wife came by and said that they had been tyring for half an hour to get her car up the hill.  yikes!  The young man tried everything to get me moving.  He eventually got into the van (with Andrew screaming...) and got the van down the hill and into another parking lot.  I was very thankful for him!&lt;br /&gt;I had to bring Andrew with me (that was not part of our plan) because my friend had to wait for the bus and couldn't leave her children.  :)  I was very surprised and delighted at how well Andrew did.  There were some loud and tense moments, but overall he did amazing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarod is being such a trooper tonight.  Eating only yogurt and applesauce can be kinda boring.  He hasn't even asked for meds to help with the pain.  I am so proud of my big guy!  Here's hoping to no more sliding and randmon generous strangers on our next visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3861305515980814494?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3861305515980814494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3861305515980814494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3861305515980814494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3861305515980814494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-new-adventure.html' title='The start of a new adventure...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/Sx2maDfK2II/AAAAAAAAAWc/lUdBvZt3F8A/s72-c/IMG_2268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-2648881419761545260</id><published>2009-12-06T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:25:09.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my long lost blog...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it hasn't been exactly lost, but I seem to have been slacking off in the journaling department lately.  Not because there hasn't been anything to write about!  I just haven't been wanting to  write.  &lt;br /&gt;Things have been a little rough around here in the world of autism lately.  I feel like we are stuck in the never ending age of 3.  (Drew is 5 1/2).  I know that he gets frustrated when he can't tell us what he wants or when he can't find something he is so desperately looking for.  There are times when I just want this roller coaster of emotions to stop.  I want to crawl inside his brain and see what he sees, think what he thinks.  I feel at a loss for what do to do for him.  I feel helpless. &lt;br /&gt; I realized the other day when he wasn't invited to a birthday that Drew doesn't have any friends.  When I drop him off at school, there is absolutely no contact with the other kids.  He spins around in circles and talks to himself.  I want him to have friends!  I know it will take time...I know that in my head, but my heart aches for all that he is missing. &lt;br /&gt;I guess this is why I haven't been writing.  I don't want to be vulnerable.  People say to me that they don't know how I do it.  To be honest, I don't know either.  It's all the Lord!!  Those people don't see me when I lose it in the van or at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there you go...it's been a hard month.  I am not feeling very thankful much.  I'm working on it and maybe I can post something a little more positive soon.  Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-2648881419761545260?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2648881419761545260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=2648881419761545260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2648881419761545260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2648881419761545260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-long-lost-blog.html' title='my long lost blog...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5696681995867164663</id><published>2009-11-09T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:42:45.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Monday...</title><content type='html'>Monday mornings are usually a grumpy filled, not wanting to get up day.  But today, the boys slept in a little, I am dressed and ready  for the day, Jarod volunteered to practice piano and Drew is in a delightful mood.  &lt;em&gt;thank you Lord for a great start to the week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5696681995867164663?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5696681995867164663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5696681995867164663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5696681995867164663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5696681995867164663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-monday.html' title='Another Monday...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8884320381187109550</id><published>2009-10-30T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:54:16.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Friday...</title><content type='html'>Here's my 5 things I'm thankful for on this raining, grey day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am thankful for a good parent teacher conference with Jarod's teacher.  He got all A's on his report card.  (This is a first for actual letter grades.)  We are so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I spent time in Drew's class on Thursday at the fall party.  It went really well.  I hadn't been helping in his class yet because I was anxious of his reactions to me in the class.  But I was pleasantly surprised.  He went to all the centers and seemed to enjoy himself.  And then we were able to go home a little early!  I realized the other day that I didn't want to miss out on Drew's activities in his class just because I was afraid of his reaction to me being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.  My friend's son came over yesterday and raked leaves for us.  That was a blessing.  However, there are now more leaves on the ground, plus the ones he didn't get to.  I guess Eric and I will have finish the job this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.  I helped out in the children's department at BSF on Thursday.  I always enjoying helping out down there.  It &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;makes me miss teaching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.  This weekend has nothing on the calendar!  That hasn't happened in a long time!!  Looking forward to having family time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8884320381187109550?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8884320381187109550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8884320381187109550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8884320381187109550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8884320381187109550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-friday.html' title='Thankful Friday...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8293408220583188190</id><published>2009-10-24T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:58:55.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six on Saturday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful for a lazy Saturday at home.  We watched some movies and then had some friends over.  After the kiddos are in bed, we have a friend coming over so Eric and I can go out for a mini date.  We won't be gone long, but at least we'll be out of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I absolutely LOVE the fall.  I am always in awe at God's amazing creativity and imagination when the leaves turn colors.  This is my favorite time of year when the colors just explode on the leaves.  I love the smells of fires burning, hot apple cider and the cold of the air on my nose.  This season just doesn't last long enough for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Eric's been busy these last couple of weekends with scout training.  He really loves helping out!  I'm thankful that he takes volunteering with Jarod's scout troupe seriously.  It's neat to hear other moms talk about how much they respect Eric.  Some of those moms are single moms and it makes me proud to know that he is making a difference in these boys' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Before we left to visit Magic Kingdom for the first time, Jarod's glasses broke in two.  They were old and needed to be replaced, but having them break in FL was not on my agenda.  I am so thankful for Disney and their kindess in getting us to WalMart to get new frames.  I am also very thankful for the effort of the lady at the optical center at WalMart that fitted Jarod's lenses into the black frames!  Jarod could have had purple lenses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I just love our eye dr.  We were able to move up our appointment to last week so we could get new frames and lenses.  Jarod can wear his black frames as a back up.  I'm so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am thankful that we have not been struck with the flu at our house.  We all have the sniffles to some degree, but we can handle that!  Thank you Lord for keeping the Hansen's healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8293408220583188190?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8293408220583188190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8293408220583188190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8293408220583188190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8293408220583188190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/10/six-on-saturday.html' title='Six on Saturday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3773946065487056758</id><published>2009-10-18T19:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:44:54.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.  What happened to blogging?  I don't have an answer.  All I know is that I want to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Rachel today.  She passed away 6 months ago.  Hard to believe that she's not here.  I'm thankful for my hope in Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that we went on vacation, but Jarod is still trying to catch up on homework.  I don't think his teacher is all that worried about it.  But I still want him to get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my friend's house today for their "welcome back home" open house.  they had a fire last spring and lost just about everything.  it was wonderful to see them back in their house with all the new things.   So happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I've started, I think I'll give my brain a rest.  Just some rambling thoughts today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3773946065487056758?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3773946065487056758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3773946065487056758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3773946065487056758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3773946065487056758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3678469618078176439</id><published>2009-07-11T12:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:24:16.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six on Saturday</title><content type='html'>I haven't had much time to sit and reflect on God's faithfulness recently.  I need to do that more.  We've been traveling some and with both boys on summer break, I don't get a whole lot of time to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have some time now between loads of laundry, the dishwasher running and Drew watching a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am so thankful for some "me" time this last week.  I went swim suit shopping by myself.  Not that I love shopping for a new suit, but I could take my time and try things on without having a child in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We were able to take a mini vacation last weekend to Eric's cousin's wedding.  it was a beautiful outdoor wedding at her home.  There was a DJ and has soon as the music started playing, Drew was up and dancing.  It was great to see him having such a great time.  The disco lights were a hit too.  Jarod made friends with a second cousin who also loves star wars.  The two of them spent several hours on the front porch playing with star wars figures.  Eric and I were able to visit with family and had a great time.  Then we spent the rest of the weekend visiting our friends, the Billman's, in MI.  They live in a beautiful home with land and a pool.  The boys had a blast.  It was good to reconnect with them.  When the Billman's were living in Fort Wayne, we would get together almost every Sunday evening for dinner and cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am thankful that we are in a financial place that is relatively safe.  I'm thankful that we can continue to support missionaries and their work.  I feel humbled and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful for the summer school program that Drew is involved in.  The program is at Haverhill this summer, where Drew will go in the fall.  It is also in the kindergarten classroom that he will be in when school starts.  How cool is that?!  Everytime I start to freak out about kindergarten, I remember that he's already got a start and knows where his classroom will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  A few weeks ago, I was able to reconnect with a special friend from college.  She has moved back to the area.  I am so thankful that we were able to catch up and talk.    I am looking forward to spending more time with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  We are still looking for a new church home.  We have visited some wonderful places!  We will go back to Emmanuel tomorrow.  There will be a buddy for Drew.  I am so thankful for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3678469618078176439?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3678469618078176439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3678469618078176439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3678469618078176439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3678469618078176439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/07/six-on-saturday.html' title='Six on Saturday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6969000405955426747</id><published>2009-06-23T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:02:42.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop thinking!</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking way too much recently about all the "what ifs".  I need to stop doing that!  Making a decision for a new church home has been taking a toll on my emotions lately.  We have tried some great churches and there are positives about each one.  But which one is for us?  A lot of my thoughts have been about my own insecurites of fitting it.  Will I be able to use my gifts in a large church where everything is done to the upmost degree?  I sing, but will I be able to sing on praise team?  I teach, but will I be able to teach preschool like I did before?&lt;br /&gt;I just need to let go and let God lead us to where He wants us.  I know that I will need time to be refreshed before I dive into serving.  So, why am I thinking so much?&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is just for me to write down what I'm thinking and get it out of my brain.  It's good to think about the answers to my questions, but I also know that God will use my gifts to glorify Him.  It may not look like what I wanted, but I have to trust that God knows best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...brain is alittle less crowded now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6969000405955426747?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6969000405955426747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6969000405955426747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6969000405955426747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6969000405955426747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-thinking.html' title='Stop thinking!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4143402380667288905</id><published>2009-06-16T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:27:31.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An ordinary Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I thought today would be just an ordinary Tuesday with lots of whining between the boys, laundry, cleaning,  and just hanging out.  It has turned to be delightfuly pleasant.  Nothing earth shattering, but still, I have a smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;     First of all, the boys and I slept in until 8am!  That in itself is a big deal in our house!  The boys both have a tendancy to wake up early when they don't have too.  I was delighted to get some extra rest this morning!&lt;br /&gt;     Second, I was able to take a nice long hot shower.  I take showers most days, but they are usually interrupted by a child needing something.  Today, no interruptions!&lt;br /&gt;After my nice shower, I realized that we really didn't have much for lunch so I thought, "hmmm.  Let's go out to lunch.  hmmm...Wonder what Eric is doing for lunch?"  We ended up driving to Kendallville and had lunch at McDonalds.  As we were driving through downtown Kendallville, Jarod said, "You know, Mom, Kendallville is like New York.  All the buildings are pushed together!"  I tried not to laugh too much.  I think that was the line of the day!&lt;br /&gt;     We had a nice lunch with Dad and then drove off.  On a whim, I thought we could go to the zoo.  We had visited the new African Journey, so both boys agreed.  The zoo wasn't terribly crowded, in spite of all the cars and full parking lots.  Andrew walked with Jarod most of the time and was fine to go see the new lions.  I even sent them on the train by themselves!  That's a first. &lt;br /&gt;      Jarod was awesome with Andrew today!  I was and am so proud of him!  it's not been easy for Jarod dealing with Andrew's autism sometimes.  But, today he was just big brother!&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that we had a really fun time today.  Andrew didn't mind the spur of the moment ideas and was very flexible.  Jarod helped out and was a joy to watch. &lt;br /&gt;     Thanks God for showing me the simple things today and to take time to enjoy them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4143402380667288905?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4143402380667288905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4143402380667288905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4143402380667288905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4143402380667288905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/06/ordinary-tuesday.html' title='An ordinary Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7819676757067882481</id><published>2009-06-05T09:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:09:29.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>The school year is almost done. At 3:30pm today, I will have a third grader in my home. Where has the time gone? I will also have a kindergartener. I am so thankful for great teachers this year for the boys! Mrs. C has been such an encourager to Jarod. What a blessing! And then there is Mrs. L and Mrs. D for Andrew. We have been with them for 3 years. It is very hard to say goodbye to them! They both have become mentors to me and friends. I am anxious about next year for both my boys, but I know that God has prepared a path for them and I am excited to see where it leads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful for a wonderful time celebrating Rachel's life on Monday with a bunch of friends. It was nice to be around others who loved Rachel and that I wasn't sitting at home with my thoughts. We called it: Rachel's first birthday in Paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have my living room painted ! It's a very warm beautiful gold color. My folks came up and helped. As sad as it sounds, it was my first time to paint a room. It wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be. I'm hoping to paint the kitchen before the end of the summer. We'll see if I actually make that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had planned to post this on Friday, but my little Andrew decided he didn't like it up on the computer screen.  So, he hit the "x" and I haven't had a chance to get back to it.  I'm thankful for automatic save!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7819676757067882481?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7819676757067882481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7819676757067882481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7819676757067882481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7819676757067882481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6173024039152798622</id><published>2009-05-22T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:15:25.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am so thankful for a great meeting on Monday on behalf of Andrew.  There were 12 people there that have or will have an active part in his education.  I'm not going to say it takes a village to raise a child, but I am so blessed to have all of these people around me to support Andrew.  I am pleased with the "plan" that we came up with for Kindergarten.  It will be a trial and error time for the first few weeks and the plan can be (and should be) tweaked once every one figures out Andrew's cues and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful for MOPS.  It has been a huge blessing in my life as my boys have grown.  I have been involved with MOPS for about 8 years.  I have grown in so many ways because of it:  as a leader, a mom, a wife, a friend and a follower of Christ.  Thank you MOPS for the impact you have made in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have spent time on my porch this week just relaxing and enjoying the weather.  I love my porch and I am thankful for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I had my last BSF class and fellowship on Thursday.  I am so thankful for BSF and the depth of its teaching.  I have learned so much about my God through the study of Moses this year.  I think one of the lessons I have learned is that even with past failures, God can and will still use me.  Moses sinned and asked "why".  God used him in a mighty way.  I'm so thankful that God loves me enough to use me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful that today is a day at home with no real agenda!  I'll take Andrew to get his hair cut, but that's the only outing I hope to make today.  Ahhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6173024039152798622?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6173024039152798622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6173024039152798622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6173024039152798622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6173024039152798622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/05/five-on-friday.html' title='Five on Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1367741063101795484</id><published>2009-05-15T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:23:10.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My five on Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I was able to take a long walk this week.  It was a cool morning and the sun was shining.  Eric had surprised me some time ago with an MP3 player and I listened to it the whole time.  I'm thankful for that time to be in God's creation and enjoy that time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I had a wonderful time with Pamela and Kris this week getting pedicures.  It was so relaxing and fun to be with special friends.  My toes look great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am thankful for lunch with Lisa this week.  I appreciate her friendship more and more each time we get together.  I am blessed by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Andrew is putting more words together each day.  The other day he said, "I need help!"  He also told Jennifer this morning, "Jennifer, go upstairs."  He is getting so verbal!  And that's a good thing, right?  Just kidding...  I am also thankful that Andrew loves listening to Bible songs in the car.  He will now go around the house and sing "Jesus Loves Me".  I tear up almost everytime I hear it!  At school on Monday, he was playing Bob the Builder in the kitchen area and was singing "michael row your boat ashore".  How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I had my last day of discussion with BSF on Thursday.  I have been so blessed to be with a great group of gals this year.  I have learned that God is a promise keeper and that He loves his people so much, even in their sin.   God is a God of details and he cares about every little thing.  What an awesome God we serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1367741063101795484?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1367741063101795484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1367741063101795484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1367741063101795484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1367741063101795484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-five-on-friday.html' title='My five on Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4309929493488382727</id><published>2009-05-08T05:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:32:07.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>It's early.  Andrew threw up in bed sometime last night.  He's in my bed.  Load of bedding is being washed.  This is not how my Friday was supposed to begin.  I have company coming tonight, which will probably have to be cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my griping is done I HAVE  to think of something to be thankful for because to be honest, I'm not feeling that thankful right now.  IT's been a hard couple of weeks.  So, here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am thankful that I got to spend 3 wonderful hours with my best friend from high school last weekend.  We don't get to see each other that often, but when we do, we can just pick up from where we left off.  We talked the whole time and laughed a lot.  It was good therapy for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My parents have been great through all the tragedy that has surrounded me.  They came up to help while I was grieving for my friend Rachel.  That was so helpful to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am thankful that I got to spend a morning with my friend's kids.  I took them to the zoo and we had a wonderful time.  I like taking Andrew to the zoo, but he just likes to run and look at the fish.  This time, I was able to interact with the 4 year little girl.  It was refreshing to my soul.  Thanks Melanie for asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My best friend is home from Papua New Guinea!  I am SO THANKFUL for that!  We have talked on the phone just about every day.  What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm thankful for First Missionary Church and that it has been our home for 11 years.  We are saying goodbye this summer.  We need to find a place where we can get little Andrew's needs met.  It has not been an easy decision, but it's the right one for our family.  We have loved the people at FMC dearly and still do.   Thank you for being like a second family to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4309929493488382727?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4309929493488382727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4309929493488382727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4309929493488382727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4309929493488382727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/05/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1711219510633983705</id><published>2009-04-28T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:39:28.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew loves our neighbors</title><content type='html'>Here's a note from our neighbor, Cathleen from Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becky,I have to tell you about this - it was so funny. Drew came over and rang our doorbell. The kids answered and he came right in. He went straight for the Veggie Tales dvds, found one and took it. Meanwhile, your father-in-law was at the door by then, but he wanted to sit down and watch it. We got him back to the door, got him to let us make sure the dvd was in there, and he was off...Well, guess he likes us now!!! Thought you'd get a chuckle out of that. I thought it was fairly classic myself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gave me the biggest laugh of the week.  Now, I guess we are on a month to month fee for movie rentals from across the street!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1711219510633983705?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1711219510633983705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1711219510633983705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1711219510633983705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1711219510633983705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/andrew-loves-our-neighbors.html' title='Andrew loves our neighbors'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7654487905407534723</id><published>2009-04-19T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:25:37.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you, Rachel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/Set4O5agLiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vAD8IAgma0w/s1600-h/P1010249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326483181621227042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/Set4O5agLiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vAD8IAgma0w/s320/P1010249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday, April 18 my dear friend, Rachel went home to be with Jesus.  She leaves behind her beloved husband of 10 years, Scott; her daughter, Aleah (6), son, Bruce (4) and daughter, Caynah (1 week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss her laugh, encouragement, fashion and make-up advice, and our phone conversations.  Rachel loved her family, friends and her Lord.  She will be missed by so many, but is now dancing and singing  in Heaven with her Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7654487905407534723?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7654487905407534723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7654487905407534723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7654487905407534723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7654487905407534723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you-rachel.html' title='I miss you, Rachel'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/Set4O5agLiI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vAD8IAgma0w/s72-c/P1010249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7035449242960088931</id><published>2009-04-17T16:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:33:29.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>five on Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful for a great time of sharing at our fellowship for Bible study on Thursday.  I am in a very neat group of women.  I feel blessed to call them my friends.  My mom came up from Indy to pick up Andrew from school so I could host the group at my house.   Thanks, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I actually went to a movie on Wednesday night.  I saw Slumdog Millionare.  I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed the movie!    Apparently, the slums of India were shown true to form in the movie.  What an eye opener for me.  I take so much for granted!  Thank you, Jesus for my many many blessings here in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My very cool hubby bought me an MP3 player this week.  I'm not exactly sure how to use it yet, but it will be fun tohave.  I would like to start walking in the mornings after the boys go to school and now I will some music to listen to as I walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Even though Jarod was sick on Easter and we missed services at church, it was nice to have a relaxing day at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am so thankful for the sun and this warmer weather.  I was able to walk around Jefferson Pointe today.  It was wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7035449242960088931?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7035449242960088931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7035449242960088931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7035449242960088931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7035449242960088931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/five-on-friday.html' title='five on Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4599304460620046925</id><published>2009-04-13T11:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:58:06.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics...</title><content type='html'>It's not every day that Andrew likes to be this close to his brother. I just love when Andrew and Jarod can sit together on the couch in their jammies and watch Veggie Tales. What a blessing to catch this rare moment!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SeNc72ELFBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hgVfRbCLhnk/s1600-h/P1030410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324201367677113362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SeNc72ELFBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hgVfRbCLhnk/s320/P1030410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to spend some time with my dear college friend, Mary on Good Friday. She has a daughter with special needs and has been a great prayer warrior in regards to Andrew. Mary and I, along with Valerie, had a wonderful senior year at Huntington. We spent at least once a week talking, praying together, encouraging, reading scripture, laughing until we cried and crying until we were exhausted. Those were special times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SeNc73jUpwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HGnQfWLuqMM/s1600-h/P1030408a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324201368076199682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SeNc73jUpwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HGnQfWLuqMM/s320/P1030408a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mary and I just talked and talked on Friday. It was so refreshing! Andrew felt right at home in their house. He even found an apple in their refrigerator. Andrew also bonded with Mary right away and allowed her to hold him and pick him up. Mary was veyr touched by that! We both had tears in our eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SeNc7tGsX_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/GWb1VRHaONw/s1600-h/P1030406a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324201365271764978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SeNc7tGsX_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/GWb1VRHaONw/s320/P1030406a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I walked in Mary's house to find that the little girl I once knew was now a beautiful young "tween". Nikole was the first baby born to the three of us college gals. Now she is in the fourth grade and has a very sweet disposition. BryAnna is now almost six. She was born on my brother's birthday. I can remember the day Bry was born and how scared everyone was. After some surgeries and therapies and two parents who pushed hard to fight the school system, Bry is a spunky, TALKING, tom-boy of a darling. It was so cool to see her without fear and trying to interact with Andrew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a special time for me! I hope we can get together again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4599304460620046925?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4599304460620046925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4599304460620046925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4599304460620046925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4599304460620046925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-pics.html' title='Random pics...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SeNc72ELFBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hgVfRbCLhnk/s72-c/P1030410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6673970146254222946</id><published>2009-04-10T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:15:46.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday 5</title><content type='html'>1.  First and foremost, I am thankful for the sacrifice of Christ for my sins.  I am nothing without Him!  What an amazing God we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I was able to spend several hours with my college friend, Mary today.  It has been way too long since we have seen each other.  She only lives an hour a way, but our schedules just don't match up.  We had a wonderful of talking and laughing.  Drew warmed up to her right away and even let her tickle him.  Mary has a child with special needs and it always makes me feel refreshed when I'm with her.  She knows and understands the trials and the joys of little successes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jarod received a great report card this week.  I am so thankful that he likes school and has a great teacher.  Second graders do not receive letter grades yet, so next year will be interesting to see how he does.  Eric and I are always telling Jarod to just to his best; that's all we ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love my hairstylist!  I've been seeing her long enough now that I can tell her to surprise me with a hair color and she knows just how far to push the envelope that I don't freak out.  I was fortunate to get a cut and color this week.  I needed  a pick me up!  I am so thankful for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful for God and his promises, faithfulness, sovreignty, love, majesty, trust, control,  and His son, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6673970146254222946?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6673970146254222946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6673970146254222946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6673970146254222946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6673970146254222946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-5.html' title='Good Friday 5'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1438291938330588123</id><published>2009-04-03T15:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:41:45.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's 5</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful for a great spring break!  We went to Indy the first part of the week and spent time with the grandparents.  We even braved all the other spring breakers at the Children's Museum.  I love having the kids home and being on our own schedule instead of a school schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It's Sharie's birthday today!  I'm thankful for such a loving sister-in-law who fits so naturally into our family.  She and my brother, Mitch are great parents to two great kids, Kylie and Trent!  I just wish they all lived closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don't like it when my kiddos are sick.  However, it is nice to have snuggle time!  Andrew's had a bad cold this week.  Grandma even got to snuggle with Drew while he dozed off for a nap.  Yes, Andrew took a nap!  I am very thankful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful for IHOP, Stake n Shake, Pizza Hut and other resteraunts in Fort Wayne that worked with Austism Speaks on Thursday night.  They gave 10% of sales that night to help the cause of autism.  Stacey and Cathleen:  Thank you for supporting our family by eating at IHOP!  You guys are such good friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I got to talk with Pamela the other night!  I am so thankful that they made it to Hawaii safely and are having a wonderful time with Phil's sister.  I am looking forward to being able to talk with Pamela regularly and face to face.  it's been way too long!  Just a few more weeks and she will be here in Fort Wayne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1438291938330588123?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1438291938330588123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1438291938330588123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1438291938330588123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1438291938330588123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/fridays-5.html' title='Friday&apos;s 5'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-2933785855869440720</id><published>2009-03-20T07:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:40:49.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's five</title><content type='html'>1. I am thankful that God was watching over my friends who had a house fire two weeks ago. I can't even imagine what that must be like. They lost pretty much everything, but lives were spared and they are trusting in Him through this whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful for the free tickets to a concert on Wed. night. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time! In fact, I laughed so hard that I cried. Who knew that John Tesh was so funny!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrew's teachers have written some great comments in his notebook the last week or so. Here is just a taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3/11 Today was a good day! Our normal routine was disrupted by pictures and gym, but Andrew was OK! He was anxious to get back to the room to work on " his" puzzle! He can complete it by himself now, but does allow friends to help!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3/17 Andrew had a very happy day. Lisa (OT) commented how "chatty" he was today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3/18 Andrew greeted Jimmy "Hello Jimmy" with a big smile and no prompts. Played for 5 min. &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; doctor props with Jimmy and Isaac with prompting from Mrs. Dark. Pulled Jimmy on scooter board in gym with hula hoop from 1 side of gym to the other with verbal prompts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am just so thankful that God is working in my little guy. We continue to see him growing in so many ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. The boys have had 2 half days of school this week. It has been great having them home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. How wonderful it has been to be outside! I am thankful for the warmer weather! Andrew and I went to the swings the other day and just enjoyed being outside together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-2933785855869440720?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2933785855869440720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=2933785855869440720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2933785855869440720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2933785855869440720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/fridays-five.html' title='Friday&apos;s five'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6434374667206951336</id><published>2009-03-07T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:50:09.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my 5</title><content type='html'>1.  I am so thankful for this warmer weather!  I pulled out my flip flops and welcomed spring with painted toe nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I'm thankful that my 8 year old still wants to sit on my lap occasionaly.  I'm not sure how much longer my lap will be able to accomadate a growing boy, but I until then, I will just enjoy those moments.  What a blessing to watch Jarod grow and to see him trusting in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My husband as planned dinner for tonight and tomorrow!  Tonight we will be making our own pizzas and tomorrow he will make yummy chicken moo shoo.  I am so thankful that Eric likes to cook and is willing to share the cooking duties.  I will gladly hand that over to him anytime he wants it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm thankful for sparkly jewelry.  I bought some bracelets the other day and it just brightens my day when I put them on.  I don't think Andrew likes the jingle sound the make, but I'm hopeful he will get used to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Andrew rode his scooter today.  It was so fun watching him do something that he couldn't do about 6 months ago.  Of course, all the way to the playground, he would stop and pick up a leaf that was in his way and put it in the grass.  I am thankful him and the life that God has given him.  What a blessing (most days...) to witness it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6434374667206951336?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6434374667206951336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6434374667206951336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6434374667206951336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6434374667206951336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-5.html' title='my 5'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3770965796519058749</id><published>2009-03-05T11:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:17:07.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hero?</title><content type='html'>Someone told me yesterday that I was their hero.   She said that she couldn't do what I do with Andrew 24/7.  She even got a little teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about that a lot.  I don't feel like I am hero.  I do what I do because I have to as a mom, but also because I want what is best my Drew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  Come on....really?  I don't feel as though I do anything special or outstanding.  Sometimes I even feel like a big fat failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with Andrew's speech therapist yesterday too.  The early childhood coordinator was also there.  They both said that I am such a great mom and that I know Andrew better than anyone.  They are impressed with how well Andrew has progressed in this year and they account that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I am so humbled.  I can sometimes get a big head when I am praised, but this time is different.  I've been thinking about how people see me.  It's not enough for them to see me as a good mom or teacher, but as a Christ follower.  I hope that these people see something "different" in me and that it allows me to share my faith with them.  I haven't been in the Word as much as I would like this last couple of weeks.  We've had some rough days with Drew and maybe that's why I don't feel like I am a hero or this great mom.    In fact, I'm feeling pretty low this week.  (I think it's the gray clouds).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even in the low moments, I am so aware of God's presence.  These people have given me encouragement!  And I am reminded of Isaiah 40:28-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you not know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you not heard?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they will run and not grow weary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the will walk and not be faint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for letting me share my heart.  Praise God for his promises!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3770965796519058749?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3770965796519058749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3770965796519058749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3770965796519058749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3770965796519058749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/hero.html' title='A Hero?'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-291639803637051162</id><published>2009-02-27T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:12:03.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am so thankful for such a great special needs program that Andrew is a part of.  I am already sad thinking about leaving that place of security for him and &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.  Andrew's teacher was so positive today at our annual case conference.  She keeps telling me that Andrew will thrive in kindergarten and that he will be okay.  What a blessing!  All the encouragment will not keep me from crying on preschool graduation day, though!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Jarod has started reading books on his own.  He's been able to read for a while, but has still wanted ERic or I to read to him.  Yesterday, he was sitting in our comfy red chair reading a chapter book on (what else?...) Star Wars.  I was so proud and thankful that he likes and &lt;em&gt;wants &lt;/em&gt;to read.  He's growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;3.  My house looks really picked up today!  I have been trying to keep the toys, videos, books, etc.... picked up so my house doesn't seem so cluttered.  I'm thankful for friends that keep me accountable and that I am trying to be on top of things.  Anyone want to come over?  There's actually a seat on the couch for you!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm thankful that I'm needed.  It's nice to feel needed.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm thankful for a loving husband and that communication is a good thing!  (One would think that after 12 years, we would have figured that out by now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-291639803637051162?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/291639803637051162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=291639803637051162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/291639803637051162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/291639803637051162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-5-on-friday.html' title='It&apos;s 5 on Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3857529705503713737</id><published>2009-02-20T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:42:57.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>Greetings to those of you who read this blog.  I know it's been a while.  I get the winter blues sometimes and I just haven't felt like writing anything.  Today was much better since the sun was out!  So, here are my 5 for Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Andrew is becoming more successful at the potty all the time.  I didn't think this day would ever come!  He still will not tell us when he has go, but I haven't run out of underwear in one day in a very long time.  He will even go poo poo inthe potty if the door to the bathroom is closed and he is alone.  Guess he just needs his privacy!  I am so thankful for this breakthrough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am so thankful the Eric has a steady job and that we were able to purchase a new used mini van last week.  Our white van had been with us since Jarod was born, 8 years ago.  It was still running fine, but we needed something with a little more leg room.  (our boys are long legged).  Eric and I headed down to Decatur and found a really good deal on a blue mini van.  I feel very blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We went down to Indy last weekend to celebrate my grandma's 94th birthday.  She probably didn't know any of us, but it was really neat to be with my cousin and my uncle again.  I see them maybe once a year.  I remember spending the night at my grandma's house.  Grandma would always greet me with her arms open wide and a smile.  "Oh, BECKYYYYY!" she would say.  She would make popcorn on the stove with lots of butter and we would watch an old black and white movie.  Then when it was time for bed, she would tuck in my with a very soft brown blanket that the cat loved.  I can still smell the way her house smelled.  I found a perfume once that had the same scent, but never did purchase it.  I think I want it to just stay in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love facebook.  I spend way too much time on there being nosey.  But, I have re-connected with some long time friends that I have seen in years.  My dear friend, Kelly has been a friend since high school.  She is the only one I know that can twist her lips like me.   My friend, Cassie I have known since childhood.  Her mom was the one that noticed my lazy eye when I was 3 and told my mom about it.  Cassie, our moms and I would meet for lunch every summer.  We would meet downtown Indy at the Hilton Hotel.  While Cassie's mom and my mom caught up, Cassie and I  would ride the glass elevators up and down.  Occasionaly, we would get off on the top floor and look down.  I even recall one time spitting a spit ball off the balcony and watching it land on some guy's head.  Not my proudest moment.  I am so thankful for these two gals and that we can stay in touch through the amazing technology of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful for a God who loves me.  For a God who desires a relationship with me.  For a God who is worthy of my praise even when I am weak.  I have been reading through Leviticus for BSF and God has shown me that He is serious about our relationship.  He is harsh to the Israelites when they choose to disobey him.  But it's because He loves them so much.  They mattered to him.  I matter to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3857529705503713737?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3857529705503713737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3857529705503713737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3857529705503713737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3857529705503713737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-959349265832547600</id><published>2009-01-30T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:15:45.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my 5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful for school closings and two hour delays.  I like having my kids around (most of the time) and it's nice not to have to be rushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Eric and I went to a meeting the night on autism.  It really opened Eric's eyes to some things. I am thankful that he loves his kids and wants what is best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I was able to talk to a dear friend on the phone the other day.  We both had school closed and so it was a great opportunity to catch up.  She has a daughter with special needs and it's wonderful to have a friend who can relate to all the "stuff" that come with having a kid that are different than others.  We talked for an hour and half!!!  We are both such the talkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Andrew is getting so good at navigating on the computer.  Iam thankful that he is not watching as many videos these days, but now I can't get him off the computer!  :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We are having friends over on Sunday for the Super Bowl.  It will be great to hang out and watch a good game.  Now..what to fix to munch on while watching Kurt Warner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-959349265832547600?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/959349265832547600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=959349265832547600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/959349265832547600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/959349265832547600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-5-on-friday.html' title='my 5 on Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1775809034239077196</id><published>2009-01-26T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:43:28.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 on Monday</title><content type='html'>I have somehow fallen off the bandwagon with writing my 5 things I'm thankful for on Fridays.  I will try to start fresh this week and do two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We had a great time celebrating Craig and Claire's birthdays on Saturday.  I was so delighted to watch Andrew and his cousin Claire interact while playing Wheel of Forutne on the computer.  Claire was calling out letters and Andrew turned to her and said, "Claire, F"  He acknowledged her.  Claire was so excited that Andrew didn't even hit her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am so proud of Jarod.  He won first place at his Pinewood Derby for cub scouts on Friday.  He even won grand champion for the whole pack.  Way to go, Jarod!  We are trying to teach him how to be a good sport in winning and losing.  I am proud of Eric too.  He was in charge of the night.  He did a great job in calling out the winners,  getting everything set up and making the evening so much fun for the cub scouts and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am so thankful that I could spend the afternoon with my mom on Friday.  We had a belated celebratiion of her birthday by going to Casa's for lunch and then shopping.  My dad took Andrew to Pizza Hut by himself.  I think that was the first time my dad has done that.  Hey had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I sang on our praise team at church for the first time in a lonnngggg time.  it was wonderful to worship God in that way and help the congregation worship Him too.  I am thankful for my friend, Tammy who kept things in SS under control until I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am so thankful to God for being a part of every little detail in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1775809034239077196?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1775809034239077196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1775809034239077196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1775809034239077196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1775809034239077196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-5-on-monday.html' title='My 5 on Monday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6671027438566672327</id><published>2009-01-26T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:32:41.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was tagged to do this on facebook and thought it would be fun to post this here too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have had glasses since I was three years old. I even had bifocals for a while. I then finally got contacts in 7th grade. But now, I am back to wearing glasses againl. I'm just old. Besides, my 4 1/2 year old gets upset when I don't have my glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;2. My husband proposed to me before a production of Crazy for You at Rose Hullman. He and his quartet sang "For the Longest Time" while I was sitting on stage next to a table with a rose on it. After the song, Eric got down on one knee and proposed. We have it on tape!&lt;br /&gt;3. If I could move my entire family, friends and their families, my church and my house, I would move to Roanoke, VA. Eric and i lived there for a year after we were married. I loved the southern hospitality and the beautiful mountains. But alas, no one is willing to move.&lt;br /&gt;4. Autism is now a word that is part of our family. Andrew was diagnosed in Jan. of 2008. I now know why God allowed me to work in special education for 3 years and not a get a classroom teaching job. it was to be ready for our child.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate hospitals. I don't like the smell. I don't like being around sick people. But, God's working on me. I've visited a couple of people now...I went with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;6. I was a stand- up comic once. I bombed. I decided that comedy was not my gig.&lt;br /&gt;7. I have a goal to paint my front room by March 9. Haven't even taken the Christmas tree down yet. We'll see if I make.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a passion for MOPS and reaching out to moms.&lt;br /&gt;9. I took piano lessons for 8 years, but I can't even play Happy birthday. How sad is that! My piano teacher's name was Rowena and she had blue hair. the best part of lessons was playing duets with my cousins. We would just giggle and get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am loving Bible Study Fellowship this year. I love learning about Moses and the Tabernacle.&lt;br /&gt;11. My favorite tv show ever is Little House on the Prairie. I liked it when Pa cried. My neighbor and I used to play Little House. She would be Mary and I was Laura. One time, she spent the night and we wore shower caps to bed and called my dad "Pa."&lt;br /&gt;12. I've always wanted to be the Narrator in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat. Don't think it will ever happen, but a girl can dream, right!&lt;br /&gt;13. I made my acting debut in college. Never thought I would get the acting bug, but it was a great release for me and got me to step out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;14. I love the movie, Cars. I will watch it by myself without kids.&lt;br /&gt;15. Most Monday mornings I hang out with my best friend, Jen. We drink coffee and talk, talk, talk and talk. Did I mention that we talk? We also laugh a lot!&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't like to grocery shop. My husband goes on Saturdays with the list and comes home with everything. Shoe shopping is a different story!&lt;br /&gt;17. I love Celtic Women!!! I got in a zone when they are on PBS. It's mesmerizing. I have the vidoes, but when they are PBS, I can't turn the channel. I think they are coming to the Fort this summer. I want to go!&lt;br /&gt;18. I've lived in Fort Wayne long enough now, that I call it "the Fort".&lt;br /&gt;19. I don't like to bake. It's messy. Too many steps. I have to then clean up the mess. I'm a terrible mom because my kids don't get cookies and milk after school. That's another reason I go to Jen's- to get some yummy baked goods. My mom would actually have cookies and milk waiting for my brother and I after school. She is such the Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;20. It is Jan. 26 and my Christmas tree is still up. I feel like I am in the episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where they left the suitcase on the stairs. Nobody would talk about it, but Debra and Ray thought the other should take it upstairs. That's why my tree is not down. I think Eric should take it down and he probably thinks I should. So, it's a silent battle of the wills.&lt;br /&gt;21. I like to do laundry. There's a sense of accomplishment when the clothes smell good and are folded in the baskets. Now, just to get them to the drawers...&lt;br /&gt;22. I want a new mini van. Yes, I am one of those crazy moms who actually really likes them! There's a chance we could get one this summer. I don't need anything real fancy, just one with automatic windows. Our van now has the crank windows. It's really frustrating at the drivethrough window and I have bend down and use muscle to open my window. Then if it's cold or raining, I have to do several times before I leave the fast food place. I know...I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;23. I don't like to wear lipstick. It feels gloppy and it comes off so quickly. What's the point? I do love a great chapstick though!&lt;br /&gt;24. I have never been to Disney World. It's okay, though. I will enjoy it someday with my family. We did go to Florida when I was in high school. My brother and I convinced our parents to get a suite at the hotel. That was awesome, especially since we normally went to State parks and had just one room. I have fond memories of the State Parks. We got lost on a dry creek bed once at Clifty Falls. We couldn't find our trail. We were walking forever. We even past a "real" hiker with a walking stick, backpack and a water bottle. I just had on my keds sneakers! We ended up walking from one end of the park to the other. When we finally found our way out, we made our dad go back to get our van. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;25. My favorite type of food is Mexican. Love going to Banditos! But I also love a really good steak with sauted mushrooms and onions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6671027438566672327?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6671027438566672327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6671027438566672327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6671027438566672327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6671027438566672327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-things-about-me.html' title='25 things about me'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1216093534361238899</id><published>2009-01-18T22:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:57:09.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SXP56gsUtpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/sINpqDBpGNY/s1600-h/P1020738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292848770694035090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SXP56gsUtpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/sINpqDBpGNY/s320/P1020738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, Rachel tagged me to take a side trip from my usual postings. So here goes.. The rules are to go to the place on your computer where you keep your pictures, choose the 4th folder, choose the 4th picture in that folder, explain the picture, then tag 4 other people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken in Feb. 2008. I have my pics organized by months, which are alphabetical. Anyway, the is a picture of the train track that Jarod and Eric put together one day. I think Jarod wanted a picture because I'm sure Andrew was on his way to knocking it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not a great picture, but it does give a small glimpse into our life with a perfectionist 8year old and a little brother who likes to knock things down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1216093534361238899?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1216093534361238899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1216093534361238899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1216093534361238899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1216093534361238899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SXP56gsUtpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/sINpqDBpGNY/s72-c/P1020738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4853586760264012187</id><published>2009-01-09T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:42:09.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My five on a snowy Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am so thankful that both the boys have had great checkups with the eye doctor.  Jarod won't have to go back for a whole year.  Andrew doesn't have to go back until July and then he might be able to get rid of his bifocals.  It seems like for the last 6 years we have been going to the eye doctor every other month.   It's good to have a doctor that we can trust, but it's also good to not have to see him so regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I enjoyed our snow day this week.  The boys and I went to lunch and then ran some errands.  I'm not sure why the schools were closed, but I'm thankful that i got a day to play with my boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Unfortunately, Eric came down with strep again on the snow day.  So, he was home sick.  I'm thankful that he is better today and went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My mom's birthday was Wed.  I won't mention her age because she would let me have it!  I am thankful for her life and others that have been impacted by her friendship.  She is amazing with the elderly.  She knows several of the residents that live in the unit of the nursing home with my Grandma.  My mom faithfully checks on them as well.  I am inspired by that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful for the burden lifted off my shoulders.  I have decided not to send out Christmas cards/letter/picture this year.  With all of us being sick at some point throughout the month of December and the changes that came with the power outages, I have lost my spark to get them done.  I think I will post my letter here this week and send it over e-mail.  Hopefully, that isn't lame.  On the bright side, I have cards waiting for me next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4853586760264012187?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4853586760264012187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4853586760264012187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4853586760264012187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4853586760264012187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-five-on-snowy-friday.html' title='My five on a snowy Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1646836574317190904</id><published>2009-01-03T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:05:46.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of our Christmas as a family.  We actually celebrated on Christmas Eve morning.  It was very fun.  There was no rush to get to the family gathering and we were then able to stay home and enjoy our gifts together.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV_fseT7r1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/W1QyzDAPM7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287190442700156754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV_fseT7r1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/W1QyzDAPM7Q/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family gift...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;!  Never thought I would be excited over a video game, but I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV_fsLHTcBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Tts3y4Kh3kI/s1600-h/IMG_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287190437546913810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV_fsLHTcBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Tts3y4Kh3kI/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarod&lt;/span&gt; and his build your own light saber.  I think he can make over 1,000 different light sabers with this kit.  Eric got him a special box to put all the pieces in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV-yTJ7uEoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SkGcsAJGSO4/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140529709912706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV-yTJ7uEoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SkGcsAJGSO4/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jarod is holding Andrew's present while Andrew unwraps.  Andrew was into unwrapping his gifts this year.  It's fun to see him interacting with us this year at Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV-yTZpfKAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ahkO4n2zokQ/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140533928404994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV-yTZpfKAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ahkO4n2zokQ/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric wasn't really surprised.  He went out and bought what he needed and I wrapped it.  Love the staged surprised look, th0ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV-yQjolJGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/B6CayPY7o6s/s1600-h/IMG_1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287140485069349986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV-yQjolJGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/B6CayPY7o6s/s320/IMG_1576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Present time, present time, open your presents, see what's inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1646836574317190904?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1646836574317190904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1646836574317190904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1646836574317190904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1646836574317190904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas pics'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SV_fseT7r1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/W1QyzDAPM7Q/s72-c/IMG_1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6178188575193679187</id><published>2009-01-02T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:35:43.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 for Friday</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am thankful that I am finally feeling better!  After strep throat, the flu, and now a nasty cold, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on the mend.  I am praying that no one else in the family gets sick especially since school starts up again on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful for wonderful times with family over the holidays.  We spent Christmas day with Eric's family.  That is always a fun time.  Then we spent the next two days with my family.  We took our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; down and it was just hilarious to watch my dad!  He is such a kid at heart, even in his late 60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am thankful for 12 years of marriage to an amazing husband.  We had our anniversary on Dec. 28, but didn't celebrate it because I was sick.  So, we'll catch up on that this month.  We were blessed with a couple of gift cards to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;.  Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful that I have been able to reconnect with some old friends through facebook.  it's been fun to see them with their families and  how God is using them.  (When I first signed up for facebook, I didn't see the point.  I couldn't see why people would be interested in this new 'thing" and what was I supposed to do with it.  Well, now I get it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm thankful for a new year.  God worked in my life in 2008, but I'm excited to see where He takes me in 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6178188575193679187?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6178188575193679187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6178188575193679187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6178188575193679187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6178188575193679187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-5-for-friday.html' title='My 5 for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5643239587365005920</id><published>2008-12-21T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:07:57.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thanks...</title><content type='html'>1.  I am so thankful that we have power in spite of the storm.  We even have the Littleford's staying with us until they have power or at least a generator to heat their house.  I'm glad that we can help our good friends.  They've even offered to help us clean our house when they go.  Can't go wrong with that!  :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Andrew had a very cute holiday party in class on Wed.  The kids wore a shirt with a gingerbread man on it.  We sang songs about the gingerbread man and we did the snowman hokey pokey.  I even tried to make a gingerbread house with Andrew.  It didn't turn out very well.  I didn't take a picture...it was that bad.  Andrew has such a wonderful teacher and aide.  I am really going to miss them when Andrew is in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Eric and I went to Flat Top Grill last Friday night for dinner.  It is one of our favorite places to eat.  We haven't been there in such a long time though.  Our kids were at breakaway for the evening at Avalon.  I am so thankful for that program.  It is a time for the parents of special needs kids to get a break for a couple of hours.  It has been such a blessing to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Jarod was able to meet his teacher's husband last week at school.  Mr. C. is in the army and is home from a year long deployment to Iraq.  The kids made him a banner to welcome him home.  I am thankul for his service to our country, but more thankful that he is home with his family for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful that the children's Christmas program at church last Sunday went well.  I was so pleased that Andrew got up on stage.  I am so thankful for Sherri and Kay for helping Andrew that morning.  I am  so proud of Jarod too.  He said his lines so well with such confidence.  My little boys are growing up so fast!  It was a wonderful and simple way to share about Jesus' birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5643239587365005920?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5643239587365005920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5643239587365005920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5643239587365005920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5643239587365005920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-thanks.html' title='My thanks...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-740758826451597282</id><published>2008-12-12T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:13:19.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my five for friday</title><content type='html'>1.  Andrew wore the same pair of underwear the whole day yesterday!  No accidents.  He even went poopy in the potty.  There was great rejoicing in the Hansen home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I had lunch with my sister-in-law today.  It is always good to be with her.  She makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Eric's birthday was Wed.  We went to Banditos for dinner.  We had terrible service (which is odd for us), but Eric got a free birthday meal, so it was worth it.  I am so thankful for my husband.  He is a wonderful, Godly man.  He is an amazing father and I am blessed to be married to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful that all the sickness is gone from the house.  I'm praying the boys don't get sick.  I need to buy a new can of Lysol so we can keep our house germ free for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am so thankful for the birth of Jesus and that I get to have a relationship with Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-740758826451597282?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/740758826451597282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=740758826451597282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/740758826451597282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/740758826451597282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-five-for-friday.html' title='my five for friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-9039798911701478453</id><published>2008-12-06T05:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:54:57.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Our house and family have been plagued by illness of some sort for quite a while.  I have been hit with strep throat and I can't sleep.  So, in the midst of not sleeping and eating salteens and eggs, I thought I would tackle all that I am thankful for in the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am so thankful for a loving husband who has (and is) taking care of his sicky wife.  He stayed home from work on Friday so I could sleep.  Eric and Andrew went to Burger King for lunch.  I am so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  As some of you know, I had a horrible afternoon on Thursday with my Andrew.  His autism was in full force.  I had recieved some sad news before I picked Andrew up from school.  I was crying and I don't know if he sensed that and that's why he acted out, but it was ugly.  We then went to the dentist.  Andrew just had a meltdown.  Kicking and screaming and crying.  I ended up just sobbing.  Anyway, I kept thinking later, "Where was God in all of that?"  I know that God goes before us, so I asked him to show me where He was that day...&lt;br /&gt;  a.  He allowed time for me to grieve a little with someone and share our sorrow together.&lt;br /&gt;  b.  Andrew's classmate that drives him nuts was not there on Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;  c.  We didn't have to wait at all in the waiting room at the dentist office.&lt;br /&gt;  d.  The hygenist is a friend of mine and she just hugged me and let me cry.&lt;br /&gt;  e.  There was no charge for the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;  f.  I had many encouraging facebook messages and phone calls later that evening.&lt;br /&gt;I knew God &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; there, I just had to look beyond the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We had a wonderful Thanksgiving at my parent's house in Indy.  We had a very yummy lunch with my brother and his family and mom and dad.  Their daughter Kylie is quite the little girl.  She loves to play with dolls.  My mom saved all the dolls I had growing up and now Kylie thinks they are hers.  Anyway, it was a joy to play with her and the dolls.  Brought back fond memories of my childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tuesday night we went to Pizza Hut for dinner.  They have a great kid's night with a magician!  Andrew's teachers have been working on him saying hello to people.  So, when the waitress came to our table, he looked right at her and said, "Good morning, Pizza."  I was smiling from ear to ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am done decorating for Christmas!  All that needs to be done now is to put the boxes away.  ( I think that Eric's job...)  :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Jarod's teacher is a blessing.  She is just great!  I am thankful that she gets some time off next week to be with her hubby.  He's been gone for a whole year in Iraq.  I pray that their family has a wonderful time celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  We are having some successes with potty training.  Andrew is wearing underwear more and more, but still fights us at times to go potty.  I keep praying that this will all end soon!  But I keep rejoicing in the little joys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-9039798911701478453?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/9039798911701478453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=9039798911701478453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/9039798911701478453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/9039798911701478453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-2309487156252671978</id><published>2008-11-23T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:55:23.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 (really late)</title><content type='html'>I thought about waiting until after Thanksgiving, but I might get really behind then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am very thankful that my hubby is finally feeling better.  He's been home sick for about 5 days with strep throat.  I will be able to sleep in my own bed tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Andrew has a new friend.  Okay, not necessarily new, but he now wants to see Kay at church every time we go.  It is so neat for me to see him interacting with others and &lt;em&gt;asking &lt;/em&gt;to see people.  I am also thankful for Kay's candle.  It makes Andrew's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We had a family birthday party in Huntington on Sat. to celebrate our nephew's 13th birthday.  Wow!  13.  When did that happen.  I'm so proud of Ryan.  He's pulled his grades up, joined the wrestling team and seems to be finding his place in middle school.  I am thankful for family that is supportive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  There was a two hour delay on Friday.  Eric was feeling well enough to stay with Jarod while I was able to help a friend out in the morning.  I feel blessed when things like that happen.  I was wondering how I was going to be able to help , but God worked it out.  It's the little things that I am so grateful for when life gets a little nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  It has been fun to watch Jarod and Andrew interact with each other this week.  Jarod starts this game with Andrew by asking, "What's your name?"  And then Andrew will say, "Fred."  Jarod responds, "That's not your name.  What's your name?"  Of course, there are lots of tickles and giggles between them.  They will go back and forth for a few minutes with this little bit.  I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-2309487156252671978?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2309487156252671978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=2309487156252671978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2309487156252671978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2309487156252671978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-5-really-late.html' title='My 5 (really late)'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3223182954502609308</id><published>2008-11-14T17:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:52:55.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5</title><content type='html'>1. I am thankful that Andrew is doing better at school. We had some bad weeks while Eric was gone. The teachers were getting a little concerned. But, today at playgroup, he was back to old self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get to have breakfast in the morning with my college roommate, Valerie. I haven't seen her in ages and I'm looking forward to catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eric and I get a date tonight! The kids are going to Breakaway at Avalon and we are going to Casa's for dinner. We are double dating with Matt and Jen. Can't wait for good food, good friends and good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful that God is my provider. He provides me daily with what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful for being a little under the weather this week. I know....that sounds strange. But it has allowed me to just stay home, get some things done around the house, rest! and play with Andrew. I am usually just on the go for one reason or another. I have even watched a movie that didn't have Luke Skywalker or Thomas the Train in it! That was refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3223182954502609308?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3223182954502609308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3223182954502609308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3223182954502609308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3223182954502609308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-5.html' title='My 5'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5265088337358024184</id><published>2008-11-13T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:11:12.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pink socks</title><content type='html'>As I was getting out of the shower this morning, I heard Andrew around in my room.  I looked out to check on him and he was laying down on the floor looking at a book with my bright pink socks on his feet.  The fact that he put them on by himself is great, but the fact that he was wearing my aloa infused bright pink poka dot socks was not that great.  Oh how I wish I had a camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5265088337358024184?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5265088337358024184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5265088337358024184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5265088337358024184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5265088337358024184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink-socks.html' title='pink socks'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6341632294828554592</id><published>2008-11-10T15:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:37:29.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andrew and I went to Hilger's for a field trip with school. He had a great time&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVwaUoATI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Fw1e-K1UV34/s1600-h/P1030206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267124423141884210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVwaUoATI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Fw1e-K1UV34/s320/P1030206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267124403203553970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVvQC9OrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qD6CZABy8lg/s320/P1030201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jarod's Grandma made him a Luke Skywalker costume for Halloween. It had to be like the one Luke wore in Return of the Jedi. He was so happy and couldn't wait until Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVu171QrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yZg6htwBfjo/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267124396194349746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVu171QrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/yZg6htwBfjo/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jarod and his buddy, Kris ready to get some candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVuEG_i4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/9ICnV8oduW4/s1600-h/Img_1430a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267124382819388290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVuEG_i4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/9ICnV8oduW4/s320/Img_1430a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is closest thing we could get to a costume for Andrew. We called him Tom Sawyer with an engineer hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267124390924513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVuiTZ8AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fDDPk2zqBRA/s320/Img_1429a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6341632294828554592?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6341632294828554592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6341632294828554592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6341632294828554592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6341632294828554592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-pics.html' title='October pics'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SRiVwaUoATI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Fw1e-K1UV34/s72-c/P1030206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3811642968832824004</id><published>2008-11-07T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:13:10.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5...okay 6</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful for my brief roadtrips today.  Since the boys did not have school today, we drove up to Kendallville to have lunch with Eric.  We just don't get to do that very often.  Eric likes to show off the boys to his co-workers and the boys like to eat in the conference room with daddy. I also got to drive down to Upland this afternoon to visit with Megan.  We had a wonderful time talking and catching up on life.  Megan makes me feel young and I hope that I was an encourgament to her!  I also enjoyed having some time to myself in the car.  I was able to talk with God and sing to Him with the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Thank you, Amy for your kind words on mothering.  It is so nice to be encouraged after dealing with a meltdown at Wendy's tonight.   I'm thankful for you and how you encourage me at just the right moments.  You are a true mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have absolutely loved this weather this week.  The boys had so much fun playing outside and in the tree in the backyard.  (That's a new favorite...makes momma nervous though!)  Our tree with the vibrant red leaves in the front yard is a constant reminder of my Creator and the beauty of His creation.  It has been a delight to see as I take Drew to the bus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We have &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; planned for our Saturday.  I love those days that we can sit in our jammies until mid-morning or even noon!  Jarod is looking forward to spending the whole day with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful that I was able to talk with my BFF online this week.   I miss her terribly, but know that she's following the Lord with her family in PNG.  I look forward to catching up with her in this next year when they are home on home assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  God is teaching me to depend on Him.  I am studying the life of Moses in BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) this year.  We just studied the part when God provided the Israelites with manna.  He gave them exactly what they needed; no more, no less.   I need to remember that God gives me my "manna" daily and will keep providing for me.  I don't have to worry about the future or even tomorrow.  God is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3811642968832824004?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3811642968832824004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3811642968832824004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3811642968832824004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3811642968832824004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-5okay-6.html' title='My 5...okay 6'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5537130517399765260</id><published>2008-10-31T18:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:04:45.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday</title><content type='html'>1. I am sooooo thankful that Eric is home now! It was a long 3 weeks, but God was good and the boys and I did pretty well. Eric had uneventful flights, which is good. He was able to stay in an apartment while in Tawain with a roommate who was from Louisville. It was really nice and much better than a hotel room. I am also thankful that I can worship with Eric in church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful for new and deepening friendships. The boys and I went to a friend's house on Thursday afternoon. It is nice to be able to talk about Andrew's needs with someone who also has a child with autism. I am really enjoying the time that I spend with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Parent/teacher conferences were today. Both the boys are doing well! They are both blessed to have wonderful teachers who I know honestly care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I absolutely love my new Pampered Chef scrub brush. It works so well! I don't have to scrub real hard on my dishes or pans with stuck on food that has been there since I put the dish in the sink. (I won't gross you out on exactly how long that was, though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful that God is in control and He already knows the outcome of the election. I keep saying that I am going to move to my own private island and be my own government. But then I wouldn't get to see God's plan work out for His glory. No matter who wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5537130517399765260?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5537130517399765260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5537130517399765260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5537130517399765260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5537130517399765260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-for-friday_31.html' title='5 for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8003156905145837067</id><published>2008-10-24T10:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:21:32.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am so thankful that my mom and dad could come up and spend a few days with us.  They were very helpful in getting some things done around the house and especially with Jarod's birthday party.  I am blessed that my parents are healthy and live close enought to be able to come up if I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Eric comes home on Thursday!  Less than one week to go.  The boys and I have managed really well.  This weekend might be challenging, but we'll make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am so thankful that I can talk to my best friend on line.  I miss her very much, but she'll be back in the states soon.  We had a great chat last night and I am so proud of her for following God's will for her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Even though Andrew does not tolerate me brushing his hair, he does sit perfectly still at Big League Barbers.  The gals there are so good with Drew!  He only flinches when they spray the water on his hair.  Having a lollipop to suck on doesn't hurt either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My mother in law is just awesome.  She is making Jarod's costume for Halloween.  He wants to be Luke Skywalker from Return of the Jedi, so that is a very specific outfit.  Anyway, Jarod was smiling ear to ear when he tried it on Wed. night.  He didn't want to take it off.  He is just so excited.   Thanks, mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8003156905145837067?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8003156905145837067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8003156905145837067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8003156905145837067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8003156905145837067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-for-friday_24.html' title='5 for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3520212221834155205</id><published>2008-10-17T08:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:35:54.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  Eric made it safely to Tawain!  He's been able to call here every evening.  We miss him and can't wait until he comes home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am learning so much about God's character through Bible Study Fellowship this year.  We are studying the life of Moses.  I've been challenged by how everything is in God's time and that his timing is perfect.  I need to trust in that when I am getting anxious about things.  God will show me in his perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm thankful that Jarod is growing up, however I don't like it when he tells me, "Mom, do I have to sit with you on the bus for the field trip?  I sit with you all the time!"  ouch.  My 8 year old has reached the milestone of it's not cool to be with your mom.  But, he did hold my hand as we entered the school and said, "Thanks for coming, Mom." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am so thankful for my oh so wonderful friend who came over last night and helped me clean and organize our back room/ junk room.  It was in a desperate need of cleaning.  We spent about two hours vaccumming, putting away videos in their boxes, sorting through junk and trash and also having fun in the process.  So, thank you Jen.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My parents are coming this weekend to help me with Jarod's party on Sunday.  It will be nice to have some extra hands and hugs for the boys.  Maybe I can even slip away for an hour with my mom to do some shopping!  :&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3520212221834155205?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3520212221834155205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3520212221834155205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3520212221834155205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3520212221834155205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-for-friday.html' title='5 for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3527246649252407023</id><published>2008-10-13T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:20:56.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Monday</title><content type='html'>1. Eric and I were in St. Louis this weekend to celebrate the wedding of Eric's "little brother" from his fraternity at Rose. We had a great time to just be husband and wife instead of mom and dad. The wedding was beautiful and Eric always looks good in a tux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The boys had a blast with Grandma and Papa Pete in Indy. They went to a train museum in Noblesville and rode a train to a pumpkin patch. Andrew and Papa bonded and had snuggle time when Andrew fell asleep on the train. Grandpa always likes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jarod turned 8 on Sunday. Every year I say, "Where did the time go?" and I said it again this year. He is growing up in so many different ways. He is reading more and more every day. He even read a book to himself over the weekend. Very cool! Jarod is growing taller too. He is wearing a size 10 slim jean and size 5 tennis shoe. Jaro d is also growing spiritually. He's wanting to do daily devotionals and memorize his Bible verses for church. We are so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now that Jarod is 8 he doesn't have to sit in a booster seat anymore. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eric is on his way to Tawain right now for business. I am so thankful that he has a job that is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. And one more... I am thankful that God is in control and knows everything that happens. Even when I don't understand what God is doing, I know that He has a plan and we have to praise and worship Him through the storms of life. I'm praying for God's peace in the midst of storms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3527246649252407023?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3527246649252407023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3527246649252407023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3527246649252407023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3527246649252407023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-for-monday.html' title='5 for Monday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8102461354596047033</id><published>2008-10-08T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:17:39.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew and candles</title><content type='html'>Andrew has a thing with candles.  He loves them, but always has to blow them out.  For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarod's&lt;/span&gt; birthday cake at Grandma's over the weekend, Andrew had to blow out some candles too.  Well, tonight at Pizza Hut it was no different.  As we passed the booths to our table, Andrew noticed that those booths had candles on them.  He really wanted to blow them out.  We got him distracted with the pizza buffet for just a minute.  But as I was cutting up his pizza, Andrew bolted and crawled up into one of the booths and blew out the candle.  Yes, there was a customer sitting there.  She didn't say anything, but did give us a look.  I of course apologized and got Andrew down very quickly.  I was extremely embarrassed!  So, he had some pizza (a lot actually) and as we were walking out, Andrew attempted to get to another booth's candle.  This time Eric was quick enough to stop Andrew before he climbed into the man's lap who had just sat down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8102461354596047033?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8102461354596047033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8102461354596047033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8102461354596047033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8102461354596047033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/andrew-and-candles.html' title='Andrew and candles'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4939390199504315083</id><published>2008-10-04T07:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:26:14.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday (one day late again)</title><content type='html'>1.  I love Starbuck's Carmel Apple Spice!  It's like drinking an apple pie.  I'm thankful that there is a Starbuck's  close to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Eric and I went out on a date last night.  We went to see Ironman at the $1 theater.  I loved the movie.  Robert Downey Jr. was perfectly cast in the role.  I will look forward to a sequal!  I am thankful that  we can call on Eric's mom to come and babysit.  She enjoys being with the grandkids and we don't have to pay her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We had a wonderful time with new friends on Thurs. night.  Jarod loved playing with their boys and even Andrew felt comfortable enough to sit with Joy for a while.  We laughed and learned more about each other.  I am really looking forward to spending time with them this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful for what God is teaching me through BSF this year.  I am learning about God's compassion for His people and that he is a promise keeper.  I am also thankful for the group of women that I have the privelage of learning from each week.  Each of them brings insight and a love for His Word.  It's become a highlight of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Eric will be home all day today.  He finally finished working on the car and will be able to spend the day with Jarod and Drew.  He will be leaving soon for Tawain and to spend the day with the boys will be a blessing to all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4939390199504315083?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4939390199504315083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4939390199504315083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4939390199504315083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4939390199504315083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-for-friday-one-day-late-again.html' title='5 for Friday (one day late again)'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6971953589270424259</id><published>2008-09-28T16:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:20:05.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Sunday</title><content type='html'>I know... I'm late.   I tried several times to log in to type my five on Friday, but the computer wouldn't let me.  So, now I'm on the lap top.  No problems.  Not sure what's up with our home computer.  Lucky that I'm married to a computer wiz; maybe he can figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are my five for the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We had two great friends over on Thursday to watch the premiere of Survivor.  It's become a tradition.  We also get together at the finale.  But that time we have sundaes as well!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I went out for coffee one night with  a special friend.  We get together to catch up, vent, cry and laugh together.  It doesn't happen as often as we would like, but when we do, it renews our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jarod loves cub scouts.  I am thankful that he has found an activity that he is excited about.  It helps that dad is a co-leader.  It's a special and fun time for the two of them to spend an evening together and then work on the assignments throughout the week.  Eric was involved in boy scouts and almost made eagle scout.  So, I think that Eric's justas excited about it as Jarod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Andrew had his last post -op visit on Friday.  His eye doctor was very pleased with how well the surgery has straightened Drew's eyes.  In fact, when Drew looks through his bifocals his are dead on straight.  I am so thankful for this doctor and that I can trust him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We had a family reunion of sorts on Saturday in Roanoke.  Eric and I have not seen his cousins in so long.  It was great to be around Eric's family and catch up a bit.  There are two new babies and another one on the way.  It's nice to have some babies among us to hold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6971953589270424259?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6971953589270424259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6971953589270424259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6971953589270424259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6971953589270424259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-for-sunday.html' title='5 for Sunday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-364273203669895930</id><published>2008-09-22T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:54:42.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A good dentist visit...who knew!</title><content type='html'>I loathe going to the dentist.  It is the last thing I wanted to do today.  I know how important dental hygiene is and why I need to go.  But I hate the scraping and that awful sucking straw they make me use.  What ever happened to the spit sink?  I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today it was actually a very pleasant experience.  Not the actual part of cleaning of my teeth , but talking to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hygienist&lt;/span&gt; was an absolute joy.  I was in the chair for about an hour, which is about 30 minutes longer than usual.  We giggled and talked about God and how He is in control of our lives, not us.  I walked away not only with a clean mouth and teeth, but with a renewed clean spirit as well.  It was nice to talk with an adult about adult things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be one to get excited about the dentist, but if my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hygienist&lt;/span&gt; is there I know I will just enjoy talking with her; even if she has to scrape a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-364273203669895930?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/364273203669895930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=364273203669895930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/364273203669895930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/364273203669895930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-dentist-visitwho-knew.html' title='A good dentist visit...who knew!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-9115035158826266546</id><published>2008-09-19T12:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:34:59.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful for this beautiful weather!  This is my kind of weather; not too hot, a little breezy and the leaves are starting to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I love teaching the 3 year old Sunday School class at my church.  I love being able to teach them about God's Word and to see them come to an understanding of Jesus' love for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The ministry of MOPS is so important to moms.  I am so thankful that I had four years of coordinating our group.  I am also so thankful that I am NOT coordinating now.  I will enjoy just going as a mom and leading a small group.  To me, that's one of the most beneficial parts of MOPS; encouraging the moms and praying for them.  And if they don't know Jesus personally, to show them how to have a relationship with Him.  It's going to be a good year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Andrew is talking more each day.  The other day as we were getting out of the van in our garage, Andrew looked at me and said, "Mommy, Andrew's turn!"  And he pointed to the garage door opener.  He wanted to push the button.  I am was so thankful for that little bit of communication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Jarod is getting so adventurous!  He is basically riding home from school himself on his bike.  Usually, I will bring his bike to him after school and then he beats me home!  He can be very timid about things, but the fact that he &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to go by himself makes me proud.  Yes, a little nervous too, but it's not that far to our house from the school.   He is growing up way too fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-9115035158826266546?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/9115035158826266546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=9115035158826266546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/9115035158826266546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/9115035158826266546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-for-friday_19.html' title='5 for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8454091208656941116</id><published>2008-09-12T09:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:19:42.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I am thankful that my almost 8 year old son didn't freak out when I licked my thumb and wiped toothpaste off his mouth at school this week.  Yes, I know...what was I thinking!?  I was embarrassed for myself that I actually did that in public and at school.  Whew, no harm done...this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am so thankful that Bible Study Fellowship has started up again.  I am looking forward to being in the Word regularly and hearing what other women in my group have learned from Lord in their study.  We are studying the life of Moses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  On Saturday, we spent the afternoon with Eric's family.  I got to hold baby Adelynn.  She is just adorable.  What a blessings little babies are.  She has brought great joy to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Andrew finished up his first full week of school yesterday.  (He only goes Mon. - Thurs.)  He is doing really well!  His teacher has been delighted with his progress and how much he is talking.  I am so thankful that Andrew can be in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My dear friend and I had a wonderful talk on Sunday.  It was very brief, but it impacted my heart.  I am thankful for her insight and Godly character she shows me.  God is working in my life by showing me that &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; I do is for Him.  It's not about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8454091208656941116?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8454091208656941116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8454091208656941116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8454091208656941116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8454091208656941116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-for-friday.html' title='5 for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-2361928138618332946</id><published>2008-09-10T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:31:48.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker Mama</title><content type='html'>For a belated birthday present, my very cool friend, Kris picked me up on her motorcycle and we went cruising!  Okay...cruising through the countryside.  Nothing too crazy.  But the trip was beautiful and we didn't pass any pig farms.  Thank goodness!  What a great present ... Thank you Kris!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SMiB4NJL_iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BPF0Kl9x3-c/s1600-h/P1030153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244584568673795618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SMiB4NJL_iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BPF0Kl9x3-c/s320/P1030153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me trying to be "cool".  I think I just look mad.  I was actually cracking myself up trying to be tough.  Kris had to patiently wait for me to stop smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SMiB4i6ObbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3QRTj-6gsEw/s1600-h/P1030151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244584574516620722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SMiB4i6ObbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3QRTj-6gsEw/s320/P1030151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't I like good?  I did tell Eric that if he ever went through a mid-life crisis and wanted to buy a motorcycle, I'd be okay with that.  As long as it was a two seater and he bought me a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-2361928138618332946?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2361928138618332946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=2361928138618332946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2361928138618332946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2361928138618332946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/biker-mama.html' title='Biker Mama'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SMiB4NJL_iI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BPF0Kl9x3-c/s72-c/P1030153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4591678328231931131</id><published>2008-09-05T07:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:44:41.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five for Friday...</title><content type='html'>1.  I had a great birthday.  We went to Indy for the long weekend and I went shopping with my mom.  That's always a treat.  I got my hair cut on my birthday and went to Bandito's  with my family for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Andrew is doing really well in school!  He looks forward to the bus coming and hasn't even kicked his teacher!  :&gt;)  He's also recovering very well from his surgery.  His eyes don't look quite so red and I can already tell a difference in how much less his eyes are crossing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My brother, Mitch  starts a new job this week.  He has been looking for a new start for about a year and God open the doors for him at just the right time.  He had been with the same organization for around 10 years.   He will now be working at his church in Indianapolis as an assistant to one of the pastors.  He will also be in charge of the programs at the church.  I'm so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I was able to talk my dad through a computer task over the phone.  That is usually Eric's area, but I proved that I could do it and it made sense to my dad!  Big accomplishment for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I got to spend time with my niece and nephew (Kylie and Trent) over the weekend.  They are growing up so fast.  It takes a while for them to warm up to me, but once they have, it is ajoy to be around them playing and talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4591678328231931131?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4591678328231931131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4591678328231931131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4591678328231931131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4591678328231931131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-6341371285915614732</id><published>2008-08-29T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:43:14.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday...</title><content type='html'>1.  I am so thankful for successful surgery for Drew!  He is really doing well and has even become a willing participant in putting in the eye drops.  For the first time all week, I was able to put them in be myself.  It usually requires one person to hold him and one to put the drops in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Jarod has had a good first full week of school.  I really like his teacher and I love his room.  It is about twice as big as his room last year.  He has a "meeting" corner where the teacher reads Magic Treehouse books.  Very nice!  Back to school night went well.  I'm looking forward to helping out some in the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Andrew will be going back to school on Tuesday.  I know that we are both ready to get back into routine.  Andrew is getting so active.  I think he's bored.  School is needed for both of us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We are heading to Indy for the long weekend.  My birthday is Tuesday and so we will celebrate with my family.  We have talked about going downtown to the canal and taking a paddle boat on the water.   andrew has been fasinated with boats recently, so that should be fun for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My friends have been so wonderful this week.  Kris made us dinner.  Jennifer called several times to check on me and Drew.  Daniss, Laura and Cathleen were kind of enough (and brave enough) to help me put Drew's drops in.  What a blessing to have friends like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for all your blessings during this crazy and tiring week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-6341371285915614732?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6341371285915614732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=6341371285915614732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6341371285915614732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/6341371285915614732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-for-friday_29.html' title='5 for Friday...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5455357568004953510</id><published>2008-08-27T07:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:29:21.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful this week!  God was definately with us as we prepared for Andrew's surgery.  He allowed us to go to the surgery center at the perfect time to take a tour, take pictures and let Andrew get a feel for the place.  Nurse Linda was just wonderful.  She talked to Drew and let us take as much time as we needed.  On the day of surgery, everyone in that surgery center was great.  Our pre-op nurse was so kind and let Andrew basically pick his "room".  He went right to the big chair that he had seen the week before.  Linda had left notes for her about Andrew's fears and things we had talked about.  That was cool!  Our only major hiccup was having to give medicine to Drew right before surgery.  Linda carried him to surgery and came to check on him later.  I feel so blessed!  Having eye surgery is not something that I want to do again, but knowing how well the staff took care of Andrew and his parents, I would go back there in a heart beat if I had too.  I think I might take some cookies and a thank you card over there!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SLVE6JcE60I/AAAAAAAAAN8/8vZWOG2FZsY/s1600-h/P1030120.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239169507272223554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SLVE6JcE60I/AAAAAAAAAN8/8vZWOG2FZsY/s320/P1030120.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our great nurse, Linda. She walked us through when we came to visit and she was Andrew's surgery nurse. She carried him to surgery. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SLU21Ly57pI/AAAAAAAAANc/rL5PXHfXnXc/s1600-h/P1030086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239154028842708626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SLU21Ly57pI/AAAAAAAAANc/rL5PXHfXnXc/s320/P1030086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Dr. Dykstra. He is so good with Andrew (and Jarod too). I am so thankful for a dr. that looks out for the best interest of my kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5455357568004953510?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5455357568004953510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5455357568004953510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5455357568004953510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5455357568004953510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/thankful-heart.html' title='Thankful Heart'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SLVE6JcE60I/AAAAAAAAAN8/8vZWOG2FZsY/s72-c/P1030120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-2296491729357225850</id><published>2008-08-23T07:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:52:41.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday (one day late...)</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  That Jarod loves school.  He has had a great start to the school year!  He loves riding his bike home from school and really likes his teacher.  I think it's going to be a great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  For parents that live close enough to come and help out when they can.  My mom and dad are coming up Sunday night to help take care of Jarod while Andrew has surgery on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  For a God that is in control.  There's nothing I can do while Andrew is in surgery - except pray!  God has already gone before us to the surgery room and knows what the outcome will.  I am thankful that I trust in that and fully rest in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  That we get to spend the evening tonight with good friends.  We are having a cookout with former neighbors.  The kids will have a blast playing together and the adults will enjoy good conversation and fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  For e-mail!  I can write to my best friend in PNG whenever I want!  I miss her, but I am thankful that she can be back in the states next summer.  I think our phone bill will be higher than ever, though.  We haven't talked in years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-2296491729357225850?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2296491729357225850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=2296491729357225850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2296491729357225850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2296491729357225850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-for-friday-one-day-late.html' title='5 for Friday (one day late...)'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4424111943597733290</id><published>2008-08-21T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:20:14.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew's Open House</title><content type='html'>After Andrew and I dropped off Jarod at his first day of school, we headed over to Andrew's preschool for an open house where I fill out paper work and Andrew can play and get familiar again with his classroom.  Andrew was fine when we pulled into the parking.  Fine when we walked in the building.  Fine when we went to the office to sign in.  But as soon as we started walking down the hallway toward his classroom, the lip started to quiver and big tears began rolling down his cheeks.  He was bawling by the time we reached the room.  We walked in and he saw his teacher right away.  He ran over to her and I thought, "Oh, how sweet!  He's going to Mrs. Lange for some TLC and hugs."  Oh, how wrong I was!  He went over and kicked her in the leg.  He was just mad.  So, what could have been a really wonderful moment, was nothing more than a little boy letting his teacher know what he really thought of school starting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4424111943597733290?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4424111943597733290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4424111943597733290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4424111943597733290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4424111943597733290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/andrews-open-house.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Open House'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5737705668931820684</id><published>2008-08-19T20:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:41:53.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>State Fair fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took the boys last week to Indy.  We wanted to have a last hurrah before school started.  One of the highlights was going to the State Fair.  Sharie, Kylie and Trent were able to go with us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a great day!  I wish I would have gotten pictures of the kids feeding the baby pigglets.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cute!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtm8K2yndI/AAAAAAAAANU/LXKA2qdDBYQ/s1600-h/P1030104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236392175640681938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtm8K2yndI/AAAAAAAAANU/LXKA2qdDBYQ/s320/P1030104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jarod was such a great helper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmQ7qGyUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/s4q-W0e_eLM/s1600-h/P1030087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236391432826571074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmQ7qGyUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/s4q-W0e_eLM/s320/P1030087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What other way is there to get to the fair?  But by train, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmRDCs7PI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ru__JG2TO_U/s1600-h/P1030089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236391434808782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmRDCs7PI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ru__JG2TO_U/s320/P1030089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Becky and Kylie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmRcRtBlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/odszoHj6Ofo/s1600-h/P1030093.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmRlZs3nI/AAAAAAAAANE/S5dJJrjv0zY/s1600-h/P1030096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236391444032052850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmRlZs3nI/AAAAAAAAANE/S5dJJrjv0zY/s320/P1030096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a pretend farm in the kiddie area that was intended to show children what it is like to work on a farm.  Kylie was so excited about the pink tractor!  The kids were even "paid" for the crops and their hard work.  They were able to then go to a store and get a real treat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmSLmGvfI/AAAAAAAAANM/LpDXvqTA7i8/s1600-h/P1030103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236391454284627442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtmSLmGvfI/AAAAAAAAANM/LpDXvqTA7i8/s320/P1030103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the crew:  Andrew, Kylie, Trent and Jarod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5737705668931820684?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5737705668931820684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5737705668931820684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5737705668931820684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5737705668931820684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/state-fair-fun.html' title='State Fair fun'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SKtm8K2yndI/AAAAAAAAANU/LXKA2qdDBYQ/s72-c/P1030104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-122525882272411614</id><published>2008-08-19T15:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:57:58.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think God's telling me something...</title><content type='html'>As I was driving home from Wal Mart this afternoon, I passed a church that posts witty sayings on their welcome sign. Today it said, "Worry is a waste of  imagination." I had to think a lot about that one. I do worry a lot! I am fearful often. I do waste my time on thinking about a situation. I've never thought about how being worried doesn't allow me imagine all that God &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;do in the situation. I worry about all the human stuff that &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read Amy's blog this morning and her fear of sending her son off to school. I've been reading about fear in the Word. In 1John 4 it talks about that because God is love, there is no fear in love. I &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to dwell on this and let it just saturate my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are entering 2nd grade with Jarod and another year of preschool for Drew. I am excited about all that they will learn this year, but I am also worried and fearful; with Drew especially. There is so much unknown for his life. There's not going to be "normal" for him like I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through all of this...I am confident that God is teaching me &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; to rely on Him. I need to imagine all the possibilities for Drew and redefine "normal". I need not to be fearful, but rejoice for all that God will accomplish in my boy's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-122525882272411614?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/122525882272411614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=122525882272411614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/122525882272411614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/122525882272411614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-gods-telling-me-something.html' title='I think God&apos;s telling me something...'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-1537728008940346052</id><published>2008-08-08T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:35:56.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 for Friday</title><content type='html'>1.  I love The Friendly Fox on the corner by our church.  It is so comfy in there and a great neighbor fixture that I hope stays around for a long time.  They make great carmel frappes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  This week has been a pretty lazy week for us.  We didn't have a lot of committments or appointments.  We hung around the house a lot!  I really like being able to stay in my p.j.'s until noon if I want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jarod's school registration was this week.  That in itself is not something I am necessarily thanikful for.  But I am thankful that he attends a wonderful school.  It's a smaller school than a lot of the others around us.  It makes me feel like Jarod's safer there.  The teachers have been there for a while. so I feel like they know what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love Kohl's!  I can usually find some great bargains there.  I did a lot of back to school clothes shopping there this year.  Jarod is now in a size 10 jeans and size 5 shoes.  Clothes get more expensive as the kiddos get older and bigger.  I'm thankful that Eric has a steady job and that we can afford to get new clothes each year for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am so thankful for this weather!I really don't like being outside when it's humid and hot, but God has brought us some beautiful sunny mild weather this week.  I love being outside with my boys when it's like this.  They love it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good!  I'm so thankful for his unfailing love.  I mess up so often, but God continues to love me and show me his faithfulness daily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-1537728008940346052?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1537728008940346052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=1537728008940346052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1537728008940346052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/1537728008940346052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-for-friday.html' title='5 for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-2253089509646325793</id><published>2008-08-03T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:26:06.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early trick or treaters</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I heard the doorbell ring.  I answered it and to my surprise and delight were the kids from accross the street all dressed up in costumes.  They giggled as I mentioned to them that they were a little early for Halloween.  But I told them to wait and went to grab some lollipops.  (One should always have some on hand for those early trick or treaters.)  The kids just laughed and yelled down the driveway, "She gave us candy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-2253089509646325793?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2253089509646325793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=2253089509646325793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2253089509646325793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2253089509646325793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/early-trick-or-treaters.html' title='Early trick or treaters'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-9030762755719202251</id><published>2008-08-01T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:21:13.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>I am thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...for 5 day clubs.  I kinda went into this with a critical eye.  I wasn't sure what to expect.  What I learned was that these teen love Jesus and want to share it with kids.  They teens that came to our house were very well prepared, talked with the kids before and after club, and were energetic.  We had a nice shade in the backyard, so it never got extremely hot and most of my neighbors that we invited came every day.  I pray that what was taught will dwell in their hearts for years to com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...for digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;!  I am in love with this!!!!!!  I have done more pages on the computer in one week than I have completed in 6 months with regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't have to lug everything out of my cabinet, get it all set up, cut, crop, glue, re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; and make sure that my handwriting is not slanted off the page.  I also don't have to worry about little hands getting all over everything.  I can also complete an album and then wait until I have the money to order it.  What a cool concept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   to Laura.  She took Andrew during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; hour of my 5 day club.  It was just going to be a lot to handle with him here and me wanting to be with the other kids.  So, she is now know lovingly as "Laura friend". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  ...for little God moments this week of summer school for Drew.  One morning he walked up to his teacher, took her hand and said, "Miss Patty!"  Then he looked at me with a big smile and said, "Bye. Bye."  I was thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.... for my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;.  Curt and Jill had their baby girl this afternoon.  Her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adelinn&lt;/span&gt; Grace.  I can not wait to meet her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-9030762755719202251?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/9030762755719202251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=9030762755719202251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/9030762755719202251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/9030762755719202251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/08/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8606671000310091428</id><published>2008-07-28T09:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:20:20.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys (All 3)</title><content type='html'>I was trying to get a good picture of my guys all decked out in their 4th of July shirts, but Jarod and Drew (especially Jarod) were not cooperating very well.  So, here's what we got...just silliness!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3HE1atcNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uTx-CeOk1jo/s1600-h/P1030055a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228053628319527122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3HE1atcNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uTx-CeOk1jo/s320/P1030055a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3GaE2KoxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XeVZpU3iwHE/s1600-h/P1030051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228052893726843666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3GaE2KoxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XeVZpU3iwHE/s320/P1030051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3GaZECVSI/AAAAAAAAAME/9IslWN-X_38/s1600-h/P1030052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228052899153728802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3GaZECVSI/AAAAAAAAAME/9IslWN-X_38/s320/P1030052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3Gazr6N8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/TDoZBpByO4g/s1600-h/P1030053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228052906300291010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3Gazr6N8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/TDoZBpByO4g/s320/P1030053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3GbIg-LCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dvMDfBuUF8w/s1600-h/P1030054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228052911891557410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3GbIg-LCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dvMDfBuUF8w/s320/P1030054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3Gbpz0xVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/W4slCq9VBzI/s1600-h/P1030055.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8606671000310091428?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8606671000310091428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8606671000310091428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8606671000310091428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8606671000310091428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-boys-all-3.html' title='My Boys (All 3)'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SI3HE1atcNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uTx-CeOk1jo/s72-c/P1030055a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5076558202682009650</id><published>2008-07-27T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:24:16.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drew's Sunday</title><content type='html'>We have started to sit in the balcony at church, mostly because Drew likes it up there.  He can see the instruments on stage and likes the shiny bar that goes across the length of the balcony.  This morning during the music,  Drew was just dancing away.  He seemed to filled with joy!  I had to laugh and smile several times - especially when he started doing what looked like the chicken dance.  Drew also clapped &lt;em&gt;loudly&lt;/em&gt; after each set of songs were done.  No one else in the congregation clapped.  A friend even said that he appreciated the applause!  I love the fact that Drew loves music so much.  I'm praying that the words of the songs we sing will dwell in his heart and that someday he will be able to draw upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I should have sung to him this afternoon when he burned two fingers at Grandma's.  He was so upset and just kept screaming and crying.  It was horrible to hear him like that, but I continued to pray that the pain would go away and that he would be able to sleep.  God answered my prayers!  Drew is now dancing and reciting some of his favorite things.  He's also singing Wiggles songs!  Eric even got him to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5076558202682009650?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5076558202682009650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5076558202682009650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5076558202682009650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5076558202682009650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/07/drews-sunday.html' title='Drew&apos;s Sunday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7109242130874004144</id><published>2008-07-27T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:46:50.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six on Sunday</title><content type='html'>Because I forgot to write 5 things I was thankful on Friday, I am going to do six today before church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful....&lt;br /&gt;1.  ...for time off from teaching Sunday School.  I really love it, but for the next four weeks, there is no Sunday School for children or adults.  That means I can sleep in and not feel rushed to get ready for church.  What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  ...for the Fort Wayne Children's Zoo!  We are members and it is so nice to be able to go whenever we want.  The boys and I went three times this week.  That doesn't happen that often, that we go so many times in one week, but that's what a member pass is for!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  ...for our porch.  Eric spent a lot of time the last couple of summers working on our back porch.  This is the first summer that we've been really able to enjoy it.  My parents came up and painted the floor for us - that was a huge blessing!  I had some friends over this week and we just hung out on the porch and talk for hours.  It was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  ...for the ESY program for Drew.  He thrives on routine and it's been a blessing that he can attend summer school for three days a week.  His teachers are just great and really work on his IEP goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  ...for my husband's boss.  I don't think I've ever met him, but I like him.  Eric is supposed to go to NC for a weekend, but the people down there keep postponing for one reason or another.  So, he hasn't gone yet.  Anyway, Eric's boss approached him last week and told him that he had to take me out on a date and to bring the receipt back to him at work.  I don't know many bosses that would do something like that.  So, we are going to Cork 'n Cleaver on Monday.  Neither of us have been there before, so it will be a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   ...for time with my sisters -in-law  this week.  We went out for dinner and had a great time talking and trying to encourage Jill, who is having her first baby in the next couple of weeks.  It was nice to not have children around and we could &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7109242130874004144?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7109242130874004144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7109242130874004144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7109242130874004144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7109242130874004144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/07/six-on-sunday.html' title='Six on Sunday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3123392359026403873</id><published>2008-07-22T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:35:49.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting Re-Do</title><content type='html'>We were all at the zoo-loo-au Monday night and having a great time until Drew decided to have a melt down.  He really wanted to ride the train, but we had gone on the boat ride instead.  So, he screamed and cried and tried to run away to the train.  Since Eric and I had driven seperately, I said I would take Drew home.  No more fun for him!  It was not a fun walk back to the entrance and as I was passing the gate, a zoo employee asked me what happened.  I rolled my eyes and told her that he didn't want to leave the zoo.  She looked at me odd and said something like, "okay, I can see that?"  Then I looked down at Drew and he had blood all over his face and hands.  He had given himself a nose bleed from being so upset!  I didn't even notice!  I wish I could do that parenting moment over again!  That employee much have thought I punched him in the nose or was kidnapping him.  I had even stopped before the exit to wipe Drew's eyes and runny nose.  There was no blood then, I promise!  Needless to say, I was thoroughly embarrassed and then had to dig through my purse to find kleenex.  A dad walked by and handed me pile of napkins.  Drew went to bed early that night!  So did I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3123392359026403873?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3123392359026403873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3123392359026403873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3123392359026403873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3123392359026403873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/07/parenting-re-do.html' title='Parenting Re-Do'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-570306507887193046</id><published>2008-07-18T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:53:37.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>My friend started to blog five things she's thankful for on Fridays as a way to reflect the happenings of the week and to give thanks to God.   I love that idea!  So, I am stealing her idea and trying it for myself.  We'll see how dedicated I am to writing every Friday.  I am hoping though, that this will be and exercise of bringing glory to God and dwelling on Him instead of all the falls, discouragement and disappointments - which are so easy to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am so thankful for special friends!  They are the ones who ask what God is doing in my life and make me think.  They are the ones who I can call several times a day to just say hey whatcha' doing.  They are the ones who will listen to me vent  and don't mind at all.  They are the ones who make me cry, laugh the hardest, love my children like their own and challenge me to be a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am thankful for Thomas the Tank Engine underwear!  Andrew is very willing to wear underwear most of the day, especially when it's Thomas.  He even says, "Keep Thomas dry!"  in a very sing songy way.  And he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am thankful for time alone with Jarod this week.  We won't have many more opportunities to just hang out and do stuff together.  We went to the FW History Museum on Tuesday while Andrew was at school and saw some model trains.  Jarod is still in love with trains and I'm so thankful that he has a passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love flip flops!  I am thankful that they are cheap and that I can just throw them off and on.  It's just one of those simple pleasures that make me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am so thankful for wonderful in-laws.  I hear horror stories from people who don't get along with their in-laws, but I am blessed to have a mother-in-law whom I adore and admire.  She comes up and babysits often for the boys without hesitation.   We have wonderful conversations at the kitchen table about everything and she is a prayer warrior.  Who could ask for anything more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was easier than I thought.  What a wonderful way to begin my day!  I have been meditating on Ps. 143.  I love this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for I have put my trust in you.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me the way I should go,       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; for to you I lift up my soul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a great way to start my day and to be focused on the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-570306507887193046?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/570306507887193046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=570306507887193046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/570306507887193046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/570306507887193046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/07/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7669926695651090941</id><published>2008-07-15T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:17:40.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another huge potty success!</title><content type='html'>Today, Andrew did two amazing tasks that I didn't think were possible even several months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was that he told me, "potty time?"  He has only said that maybe two times since we've started this whole process of potty training.  So, I said, "okay, let's go upstairs!"  We went upstairs and I set him on the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second amazing task happened: he actually went poopy in the potty!!!!!!!!   I have lost my voice and can't really talk, let alone scream at my son's accomplishment.  So, I squeaked out some "good jobs", "yeah!!!"and "way to gos".  And of course, lots of hugs and kisses!  I'm not sure he fully understood the significance of what he just did, but I was so proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping and praying that this not just a fluke, but that Andrew is finally "getting it".  All I can do now is rejoice and thank my Father for this breakthrough!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7669926695651090941?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7669926695651090941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7669926695651090941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7669926695651090941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7669926695651090941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-huge-potty-success.html' title='Another huge potty success!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8872958952131146788</id><published>2008-07-02T08:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:23:09.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Last month we went on vacation to Pokagon State Park. We joke a lot with our friends that we go there. ("Yippee... a state park") However, we really do love it there! It is close enough to home that if we needed to leave we could, but far enough away that we don't run into people we know. It's just relaxing and the boys love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we tried this year was taking a boat out on the lake. Andrew loved it! He still talks about his life preserver a month later. I did get burned on my legs, but it was worth it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt910_HolI/AAAAAAAAALg/9GNofqjn8qY/s1600-h/P1030022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218402956948775506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt910_HolI/AAAAAAAAALg/9GNofqjn8qY/s320/P1030022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt92L0tHCI/AAAAAAAAALo/iobGnnFsbSA/s1600-h/P1030019a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218402963079109666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt92L0tHCI/AAAAAAAAALo/iobGnnFsbSA/s320/P1030019a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt9gFcYYxI/AAAAAAAAALY/RnXM8oT16xI/s1600-h/P1030022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the boys favorite things to do is to go to the park. Andrew and Jarod love the tire swing and we could spend most of the time on it -  getting dizzy in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt86tKzupI/AAAAAAAAALA/klUtzjtPzZE/s1600-h/P1030031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218401941238037138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt86tKzupI/AAAAAAAAALA/klUtzjtPzZE/s320/P1030031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Andrew wanted to wear his hat sideways. We thought it was cute. (Thanks Stacey for the hat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt89HPPlWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pvWqe945XyA/s1600-h/P1030023a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218401982595700066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt89HPPlWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pvWqe945XyA/s320/P1030023a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our messy room. We left a note for housekeeping thanking them for cleaning around all our junk. We always bring way too much stuff, but with blankies, Andrew's wheel of fortune, books and Jarod's various pictures of trains (and now Spiderman), what's a mom to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8i_akubI/AAAAAAAAAKo/v1ml8aSgq3U/s1600-h/P1030030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218401533819140530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8i_akubI/AAAAAAAAAKo/v1ml8aSgq3U/s320/P1030030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the last several years, we spend an hour or so at the miniture golf course. Jarod loves it! I of course, I had to pose like a diva. Not that I am on the putt putt course, but I had to try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8jQc_0kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qSWp1s7D6-4/s1600-h/P1030027a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218401538392707650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8jQc_0kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/qSWp1s7D6-4/s320/P1030027a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew didn't want to play, so Eric took him inside to the video games. Andrew just sat and pretended to drive his car.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8jgiuRMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/v3Rw2XAymqA/s1600-h/P1030028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218401542711690434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8jgiuRMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/v3Rw2XAymqA/s320/P1030028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my favorite pictures... my boys holding hands. Andrew is getting more attached to big brother all the time. I know Jarod feels special when Andrew &lt;em&gt;wants&lt;/em&gt; to be with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8GwpdSZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UnkPFB8YlRA/s1600-h/P1030014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218401048818698642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8GwpdSZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UnkPFB8YlRA/s320/P1030014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8HcQAlHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xD9VoMaNOo0/s1600-h/P1020916.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eric and I know that going to Pokagon won't be a favorite place forever, but for now it's perfect for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8HlJ4ggI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-EmiM6uQ7Hw/s1600-h/P1020918.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt8H2cjt4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/JQJ8RkBN70Q/s1600-h/P1030022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8872958952131146788?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8872958952131146788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8872958952131146788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8872958952131146788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8872958952131146788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SGt910_HolI/AAAAAAAAALg/9GNofqjn8qY/s72-c/P1030022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-186262632215413608</id><published>2008-06-27T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:18:13.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew and pizza</title><content type='html'>Andrew loves pizza!  It's one of his favorite things to eat.  Whenever we go out for pizza or just throw it in the oven, he begins to describe the pizza.  "Circle, tomato sauce, chesse on top.  Pizza!"  Well, we had a veggie frozen pizza the other night (Jarod's fav. by the way...) and Andrew went through his routine of the pizza.  Then he looked at it and said, "No green peppers!"  We were so tickled at that!  We of course, took off the green peppers for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that he's verbalizing so much more now.  However, with that comes the "No's!" and "I want ...", especially when he can't have something.  I guess we are entering that terrible stage, even at four.  And I welcome it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-186262632215413608?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/186262632215413608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=186262632215413608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/186262632215413608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/186262632215413608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/06/andrew-and-pizza.html' title='Andrew and pizza'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-977016838322121658</id><published>2008-05-30T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:15:51.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast is off!</title><content type='html'>Jarod's cast is off.  He had in for only 22 days, but the doctor said that the bone had healed.  Jarod's arm is stiff and sore and hurts when he moves it quickly, but I think he will be just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the last day of school.  I am very excited!  I like not having to set my alarm and just hang out at the house.  Jarod had a great school year and is looking forward to second grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-977016838322121658?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/977016838322121658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=977016838322121658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/977016838322121658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/977016838322121658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/05/cast-is-off.html' title='Cast is off!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5421827922750088751</id><published>2008-05-11T23:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:12:20.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful day for me. I wasn't so sure how it was going to be at first, but it turned to be everything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric had to be at church early to set up for sound. That meant I had to get the kiddos ready and get us to church on time. I didn't think too much of it until I saw the rain pouring down in the driveway. Eric left me the big golf umbrella and I was thankful for that. But I wasn't sure how I was going to get all the bags, two boys, myself out of the van without getting soaking wet. Well, when I pulled into the church parking lot, the rain had pretty much stopped. God was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church went very well. Andrew's buddy was not at church this morning, but there were not many children in SS so Andrew did pretty well. He sat through the songs during service and only kicked the nice lady in front of us a couple of times. She didn't mind and Andrew didn't cry. God was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we headed down to Eric's parents. We had a good meal, good fellowship and I had fun hanging out with my 12 year old nephew. Andrew went poopy on the toilet for the first time and I even got to nap in the car on the way home! God was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to dink around on the computer this afternoon, read to Jarod, tickle Andrew, play games and basically do nothing for a couple of hours. God was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we had some of our best friends over for the finale of Survivor. (A tradition of icecream sundaes and thrilling results!) God was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to spend some time this evening listening to God and reading his Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good through all things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5421827922750088751?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5421827922750088751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5421827922750088751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5421827922750088751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5421827922750088751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-3407913436797040231</id><published>2008-05-09T06:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:30:52.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Elbow</title><content type='html'>WOW!  What a week!  I got the dreaded call from school on Tuesday that said that Jarod had fallen and that his arm was hurting.  My friend took Andrew and I went over to the school.  Poor Jarod!  He was in so much pain!  We went back to the house and I called the doctor.  They said they could see him in an hour.  I wasn't too happy, but thought it would be better than waiting in the ER.  So, we went and the doctor on call said that he wouldn't be surprised if it was broken and sent us to the Imaging center for x rays.  That was hard because we had to rotate his arm to get a good shot.  Well, when your arm is broken that is very painful.  But Jarod was a trooper and did really well.   Then they sent us back to the doctor who then sent us to an orthopedic surgeon.  The doctor there said that Jarod would need surgery and a possible pin in his elbow.  That is not exactly what I wanted to hear.  They put Jarod in a temporary cast and sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we went to the hospital.  We had an amazing nurse, Penny.  She was so great with Jarod.  She talked to him about everything that was going to happen and took really good care of him.  We waited two hours for all the pre-op "stuff" and then the actual surgery only took about 1/2 hour.  The doctor said they didn't need to put in a pin.  We were very thankful for that!  Everything went very smoothly and we were home by 1:00 that afternoon.  God was so good through the whole two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarod's main concern through the thing was that he didn't want to miss his first grade program on Thursday night.  Well, he made it!  He felt fine to go back to school on Thursday and the program was great!  What a brave kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Jarod waiting to go into surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtSOS6l9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rj7IBHUzo4M/s1600-h/P1020826a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198329660990724050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtSOS6l9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rj7IBHUzo4M/s320/P1020826a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our wonderful nurse Penny taking Jarod to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtSeS6l-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/LGMCPFxIj8A/s1600-h/P1020827a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198329665285691362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtSeS6l-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/LGMCPFxIj8A/s320/P1020827a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are at home.  Jarod couldn't wait to have his friends sign his cast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtS-S6l_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rGBk58yYLY4/s1600-h/P1020828a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198329673875625970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtS-S6l_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rGBk58yYLY4/s320/P1020828a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had to get a picture of the whole cast!  He was so brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtTOS6mAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ueDPmgnCUcA/s1600-h/P1020829a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198329678170593282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtTOS6mAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ueDPmgnCUcA/s320/P1020829a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQs5eS6l8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UhUIYbi32yA/s1600-h/P1020826a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-3407913436797040231?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3407913436797040231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=3407913436797040231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3407913436797040231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/3407913436797040231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken-elbow.html' title='Broken Elbow'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SCQtSOS6l9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rj7IBHUzo4M/s72-c/P1020826a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4205345159969826012</id><published>2008-05-03T18:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:37:12.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday party</title><content type='html'>Andrew was invited to his first birthday party.  It was today at Chuck E Cheese.  He was invited by a little boy in his preschool class.  Andrew loves Chuck E. Cheese.  He loves the skee ball and climbing in the tubes.   He also ate 4 pieces of pizza, one breadstick and a half of piece of cake.  I of course being the terrible mom forgot to take pictures!  I even brought my camera.  But I was chasing Andrew around and left my purse at the party table.  Anyway,  I was touched that Andrew was invited and that he experienced his first party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4205345159969826012?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4205345159969826012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4205345159969826012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4205345159969826012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4205345159969826012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday party'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7908803705119123344</id><published>2008-04-24T18:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:04:04.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>potty training part 2</title><content type='html'>Finally!  We have had some success.  Not a lot, but some.  Andrew is going in the potty a couple times a day.  He really like wearing big boy underwear, which has become a great reward for him.  The afternoon is harder than the morning, but we keep trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7908803705119123344?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7908803705119123344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7908803705119123344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7908803705119123344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7908803705119123344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/04/potty-training-part-2.html' title='potty training part 2'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-8430714682443434946</id><published>2008-04-16T20:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:24:22.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>potty training</title><content type='html'>After weeks of potty training and many, many setbacks, we had reason to celebrate this afternoon!  Andrew went pee pee on the potty at school today!  One of Andrew's teachers brought him to the van and told me that she has been working with him at school.  She said that he had a  long pee and that he looked down, looked at her and down again.  Almost like he wasn't sure what was happening.  I was overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I of course was smiles the whole way home and called several people on my cell.  I was pumped to get home and see if he would have continued success on the potty.  As soon as we pulled in the driveway and smelled a poopy.  That smell and many clean ups continued all afternoon and into the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what is causing it.  Could be all the strawberries he has eaten the last couple of days.  Or, could be that  we gave him a glass of milk and a piece of cheese the other day.  We're trying to determine if he has a milk allergy or intollerance of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so much for potty training and a long awaited celebration of blowing bubbles and a new box of crayons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-8430714682443434946?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8430714682443434946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=8430714682443434946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8430714682443434946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/8430714682443434946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/04/potty-training.html' title='potty training'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-2506331566367397436</id><published>2008-04-15T09:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:09:05.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I'm back!  I know it's been a while since I have posted here.  I was pretty much sick the whole month of March.  Now that I am finally feeling better, I hope to get back to posting more regularly.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SASwIODSHOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CsZ2_Ph6vPA/s1600-h/P1020807-Croped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189466325894962402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SASwIODSHOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CsZ2_Ph6vPA/s320/P1020807-Croped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our family picture from Easter.  It was pretty cold that day.   We spent the morning at church and then went to Huntington and enjoyed time with Eric's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SASwI-DSHPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qKNDQIP2WkY/s1600-h/P1020780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189466338779864306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SASwI-DSHPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qKNDQIP2WkY/s320/P1020780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 4th birthday Andrew!  I can't believe he is four!  Where has the time gone?  I was pretty sick on Andrew's birthday, so I had to miss his party at the Hansen's.  I was not very happy about it.  Missing your child's birthday party is not something I like to do!  Andrew's Uncle Curt made him a Wheel of Fortune card.  That was the hit of the party.  Forget the presents and cake, bring on the card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SASwJODSHQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2DnjFajRZqQ/s1600-h/P1020789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189466343074831618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SASwJODSHQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2DnjFajRZqQ/s320/P1020789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew also discovered the fire place.  Not sure why he didn't notice it before, but he watched Grandpa put in fire wood and he just sat there with his card and ejoyed the warmth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jarod spent part of his spring break with Grandma and Grandpa Peterson in Indy.  They sure kept him busy!  They took him to see a play of Frog and Toad at the Children's Museum.  Jarod really liked it.  While Jarod was gone, I took the opportunity to try and potty train Andrew.  It didn't go very well, but we are still trying and not giving up.  It will be long battle, but are confident that Andrew will get it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's it for now.  I'll write more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-2506331566367397436?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2506331566367397436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=2506331566367397436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2506331566367397436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2506331566367397436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/SASwIODSHOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CsZ2_Ph6vPA/s72-c/P1020807-Croped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-7183331400130907438</id><published>2008-02-28T07:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:55:30.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma is 93!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday my family celebrated my Grandma Peterson's 93rd birthday. We try to celebrate with her as much as we can because we are not sure how many more birthdays we will get with her. This birthday was special because her younger sister, Lois Jean (in the back with the pink shirt and black blazer) came to join us. She is 80 years young! It was great to be with family on this day!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/R8annqTi0aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YrQxJfi3wzM/s1600-h/P1020757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172005521894592930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/R8annqTi0aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YrQxJfi3wzM/s320/P1020757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; front row: Becky, Andrew, Jarod, Grandma Peterson, Trent, Sharie, Kylie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back row: Mom, Dad, Lois Jean, Uncle Fred, Ursula, Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-7183331400130907438?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7183331400130907438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=7183331400130907438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7183331400130907438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/7183331400130907438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandma-is-93.html' title='Grandma is 93!'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/R8annqTi0aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YrQxJfi3wzM/s72-c/P1020757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-2426509752352585193</id><published>2008-02-22T07:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:39:29.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken for dinner</title><content type='html'>Last night Drew was just out of sorts.  He had a nap in the afternoon, which is rare these days.  But I thought after a busy week he probably needed one.  Naps usually help with attitudes, right?  Well, it didn't really seem to help at all last night.  Drew was hungry all afternoon.  He had a snack but then i cut him off around 4:00.  We were eating around 5 so I wanted to him to eat dinner.  We had stir fry chicken and I set aside some chicken without sauce so he would be more likely to eat it.  When it came time to eat, he refused to sit at the table and started throwing a royal fit.  He was it time out twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a rule in our house that if you are not hungry for dinner when it's ready, you don't have to eat it right then, but you do have to eat it before you have anything else to eat.  So, that was the plan with Drew.  Well, chicken was obviously not what he wanted to eat.  We wouldn't let him watch Wheel of Fortune either until he ate some of his chicken.  Drew kept taking the plate of chicken to the sink.  We would say no and put it back on the table.  After several attempts, he made it to the sink and all the chicken fell into the sink of dirty dishes.  I was not happy.  So, Drew got spanked.  He cried and cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't spanked Drew much because we haven't felt that it made an impact.  Time out has been pretty effective for him.  I also have felt that sometimes Drew acts out because he just needs sensory imput and setting him in time out to calm down is what he needs most.  But last night was definately an act of disobedience.  Tossing the chicken in the sink because he really didn't want to eat it because we said he had to had nothing to do with autism or sensory imput.  He was being a typical 3 year old boy who really didn't want to eat chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up sitting at the table and eating some leftover ham.  And he did watch Wheel of Fortune while snuggling with mom.  I think he understood.  That was a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-2426509752352585193?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2426509752352585193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=2426509752352585193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2426509752352585193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/2426509752352585193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/02/chicken-for-dinner.html' title='chicken for dinner'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-4285273654039115364</id><published>2008-02-19T06:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:51:28.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I wrote.  I didn't think I had much to write about anyway.  I have been sick for almost two weeks now.  I am really getting tired of it!  It started out with strep throat (I think) and now I've got a nasty sinus thing going on.  I went to Redi Med 2 Saturdays ago.  I really hate going to Redi Med.  You wait forever to see a doc and then they come in for 2 minutes and tell you that you have an infection.  duh.  The doc didn't do a strep test.  So, i'm not sure if I really had strep or not.  Anyway, what can you do on a Saturday when you can't swallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys remain healthy, which I am very thankful for!  Jarod is doing well in school and has enjoyed playing out in the snow with the neigbors.  Andrew is currently obsessed with Wheel of Fortune.  We made the mistake of recording a couple of shows and now he watches them all the time.  He even has them memorized right down to the order of letters on a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also joined face book.  I'm still not exactly sure what I do there, but it should be fun to catch up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-4285273654039115364?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4285273654039115364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=4285273654039115364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4285273654039115364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/4285273654039115364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989333167979835542.post-5142813478440437055</id><published>2008-01-25T17:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:17:49.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>squished banana in my pocket</title><content type='html'>When I picked up Jarod this afternoon from school, he informed me that he needed to tell me something. I said, "Okay, what is it?" I, of course, was expecting something serious or something about one of his classmates. What I got was: "I have a squished banana in my pocket." I asked him to repeat himself because I know that I didn't hear him right. "I have a squished banana in my pants pocket." "Why do you have a squished banana in your pocket?" I asked. He told me that he didn't eat much at lunch and the cafeteria lady asked him if he wanted to save his banana for later. He said he did. Well, I still couldn't figure out why a banana was in his pocket., especially since they eat lunch at 11:30. So, I asked again, "Why do you have a squished banana in you pocket?" "I didn't have time to eat it," he told me. By this time, I was starting to get the giggles. I thought, "My son has been walking around school with a banana in his pocket all afternoon. That is so gross!" Then Jarod told me that he needed to change his pants when he got home. My mind was going crazy: Was he dripping banana? Did he smell of banana? What was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home he told me that he actually threw away the banana in gym class, but that there was squished banana in his pocket. "But I wrapped it in a paper towel, mom!" he said. I was still pretty confused. So, he changed his pants in the laundry room and I &lt;em&gt;very carefully&lt;/em&gt; picked up his pants. I wasn't sure what I would find in his pant's pocket. All that was there was a wadded up paper towel with just a smidgen of squished banana. So, he probably had just a couple of bites left and wrapped it up in a paper towel to keep it "safe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess the moral of this story is never, ever put leftover banana in your pocket. It could get squished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989333167979835542-5142813478440437055?l=beckyahansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5142813478440437055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3989333167979835542&amp;postID=5142813478440437055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5142813478440437055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989333167979835542/posts/default/5142813478440437055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyahansen.blogspot.com/2008/01/squished-banana-in-my-pocket.html' title='squished banana in my pocket'/><author><name>Becky Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnHQmgWJnR0/TDePKLvv_II/AAAAAAAAAYE/MaX88qW-FJ0/S220/ChefMickeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
