<?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-4940787212798858517</id><updated>2012-02-11T14:06:55.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with Timbo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-269878313254144219</id><published>2011-09-04T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:12:59.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanzania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSnsKSVF1Ts/TmO-b3uEB3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/V0jAwNHoHYg/s1600/RamFam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSnsKSVF1Ts/TmO-b3uEB3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/V0jAwNHoHYg/s320/RamFam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Hujambo! Sijambo Bwana! Habari gani? Nzuri sana!” These are the words to a song they taught us as language school. It means, “Hello! Hello Sir! How are you? Very good!”&amp;nbsp; We just got back from three weeks in Tanzania so that Mom and Dad could learn Swahili. They learned a lot and I learned some too. I went to class each day and my teachers would use Swahili with me so that I could learn. I learned lots of words and I understand a lot of commands. &lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad did great. Both passed their courses and are looking forward to using Swahili in Arua. They said to tell you, “Asante sana! Tunampenda!” which means “Thank You! We love you!” This picture is of our family at my classroom in Tanzania. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-269878313254144219?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/269878313254144219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/09/tanzania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/269878313254144219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/269878313254144219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/09/tanzania.html' title='Tanzania'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSnsKSVF1Ts/TmO-b3uEB3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/V0jAwNHoHYg/s72-c/RamFam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-1068643335120139788</id><published>2011-09-04T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:36:59.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother is getting so big!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f6b16db4272199cf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df6b16db4272199cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331496651%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7509F2E0D9C178571AB0F8C19F16718442520F57.72777464E4485BBBE0C2F6C8B52031FA27EDC70B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df6b16db4272199cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm5mfDQ983MM7TKdvcuMmcMoAWfw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df6b16db4272199cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331496651%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7509F2E0D9C178571AB0F8C19F16718442520F57.72777464E4485BBBE0C2F6C8B52031FA27EDC70B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df6b16db4272199cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm5mfDQ983MM7TKdvcuMmcMoAWfw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check him out! He looks like he's been doing this for years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-1068643335120139788?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/1068643335120139788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-brother-is-getting-so-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/1068643335120139788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/1068643335120139788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-brother-is-getting-so-big.html' title='My Brother is getting so big!'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-7118821253757712667</id><published>2011-09-04T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T10:57:18.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbo knocking down Jericho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Joshua fought the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho. Joshua fought the  battle of Jericho, and the walls came tumbling down. Just one of the  fun activities I get to do when I am at home with Mom or Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqj1vlMYO8o/TmOEjSHiE3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/4ioQLNElBVQ/s320/DSC_2751.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was actually with Dad. He helped me make my horn and built the  walled city of Jericho. He made me march around it seven times before I  got to kick it over. He said that is how it really happened, except God  made it fall not Joshua. Fun times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0t6kYZU-2g/TmOEkuxZtQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8gUF7jRe7dY/s1600/DSC_2755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0t6kYZU-2g/TmOEkuxZtQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8gUF7jRe7dY/s320/DSC_2755.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-7118821253757712667?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/7118821253757712667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/09/timbo-knocking-down-jericho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7118821253757712667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7118821253757712667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/09/timbo-knocking-down-jericho.html' title='Timbo knocking down Jericho'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqj1vlMYO8o/TmOEjSHiE3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/4ioQLNElBVQ/s72-c/DSC_2751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-5705380445912180308</id><published>2011-05-22T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T09:37:35.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Different, Not Bad, Just Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhrNY-25q7Y/TdkRSaDPj8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/w_WgpyK6Qzc/s1600/DSC_1944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhrNY-25q7Y/TdkRSaDPj8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/w_WgpyK6Qzc/s320/DSC_1944.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldRnla2imc0/TdkP3EOjZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ueQEVjGhbtg/s1600/DSC_1940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jambo from Uganda! We are here safely. We have been praying for a long time that Jesus would get us here and He answered our prayer! He is amazing. We are in the capital city for a week trying to get used to a new time zone. Did you know our day starts 7 hours earlier than yours? So that means I have to teach my body to wake up earlier, go to bed earlier, and eat at different times. I think I am getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things that are different here. Instead of eating apples for snack like I do in the states, I eat mango. When we go to someone’s house, instead of knocking we say, “hodi!” And instead of someone opening a door, they say, “karibu” which means “you are welcome to come in.” Ugandans drive on the other side of the road. There are so many different things, not different bad, just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning a lot. Will you pray for me and Ben as we learn all these new things? I am so excited to see my new house. We will drive up to our new home in Arua next week. Will you also pray that we make friends quickly? I miss you lots. Thanks for praying for us and know that we are praying for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16yAcQDmVp4/TdkQEGg8-hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PGA75HTU4i0/s1600/DSC_1971.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16yAcQDmVp4/TdkQEGg8-hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PGA75HTU4i0/s200/DSC_1971.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*This is a friend we found in our kitchen. So fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-16yAcQDmVp4/TdkQEGg8-hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PGA75HTU4i0/s1600/DSC_1971.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-5705380445912180308?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/5705380445912180308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/05/different-not-bad-just-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/5705380445912180308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/5705380445912180308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/05/different-not-bad-just-different.html' title='Different, Not Bad, Just Different'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhrNY-25q7Y/TdkRSaDPj8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/w_WgpyK6Qzc/s72-c/DSC_1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-1321804279439107018</id><published>2011-03-24T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:46:07.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning a New Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-edc-3kjCTn4/TYs8KdqV9MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rfwv46TM4lg/s1600/ben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-edc-3kjCTn4/TYs8KdqV9MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rfwv46TM4lg/s200/ben.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben here, I decided that I wanted to update you about my life, and Tim was nice enough to share his blog. Mom says that the blog is for both of us, and any other siblings that come along, so we need to share. Tim just keeps saying "mine." Mom and Dad are &lt;i&gt;working on that &lt;/i&gt;with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way,&amp;nbsp; things are going well. We are getting ready to leave Mississippi to go to Colorado for some training. Really I mean Mom, Dad and Tim will have training. I will just be in the nursery making new friends. The first two weeks of training are about how to learn a language when you have to just learn it by living it instead of a classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning a language is tough! I should know. I am learning my first language right now. While I have not been able to say any words yet, I have some that I am learning. I know both mama and dada. Dad wanted me to be sure to tell you that I have said "dada" and that should count as my first word. Mom says that it doesn't count because I was just babbling when the sounds came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tnYkGnj5b7k/TYs85Vrn2QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3tK29F0z3SE/s1600/boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-tnYkGnj5b7k/TYs85Vrn2QI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3tK29F0z3SE/s320/boys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other phrases I am learning are "no mouth" and "no touch." I learned no mouth when I was trying to eat the swing I was in. Mom kept saying "no mouth" and pulling me away so I could not chew on it. At first I was annoyed, doesn't she know I have teeth coming in? Then I realized what she was saying and also realized I was not going to win. My "no touch" lesson was much the same but it had to do with the funny slots in the wall called an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So learning a language is tough work. Will you pray for Mom and Dad in these next two weeks as the learn how to learn a language? Will you pray for them also as we move to Uganda May 15th and actually have to learn the language? We love you and we love the support we get from our friends and family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-1321804279439107018?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/1321804279439107018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-new-language.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/1321804279439107018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/1321804279439107018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-new-language.html' title='Learning a New Language'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-edc-3kjCTn4/TYs8KdqV9MI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rfwv46TM4lg/s72-c/ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-6553458244400754920</id><published>2011-03-04T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:14:13.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the Jackpot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ahoeK6bd-1Y/TXGYGCcZrNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MF9VI0EE-Tc/s1600/DSC_1558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ahoeK6bd-1Y/TXGYGCcZrNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MF9VI0EE-Tc/s200/DSC_1558.jpg" width="92" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to introduce you to my “best buddy.” He lives in Mississippi and we call him, D. We have such fun together. D and I love to play at his house, at my house, at church, at the park, really anywhere we go. Coming down to MS was hard at first. I missed everything in New Jersey. I missed my house, my dog, my family. I was sad. But my first night in our MS house D came to greet us. I was so scared of the new adults I met, but D made me feel comfortable. From that night on, I always asked mom if I could go to D’s house.&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--naaPbUz-fI/TXGYXA0k4AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Mgy4QgF0euA/s1600/DSC_1562.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you also how Jesus used D. We are raising money to go to Uganda to tell them about Jesus. D has heard about what we are doing and he wanted to help. He decided to give all the money he was saving to Jesus to use in Uganda. Mom was so touched she cried, she is such a girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--naaPbUz-fI/TXGYXA0k4AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Mgy4QgF0euA/s1600/DSC_1562.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--naaPbUz-fI/TXGYXA0k4AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Mgy4QgF0euA/s200/DSC_1562.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D brought his bag of money he had been saving to church. He gave it to me during the communion service but I dropped it. Spilled it is more like it. Coin by coin it fell to the concrete floor. It made a loud noise and people started looking at us. At first we were embarrassed but mom said it made Jesus so happy to hear all those coins being given to help others. Jesus was so proud of D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service people started asking us what happened. Mom kept saying that Jesus was laughing with us. Aunt Fran said it sounded like I hit the jackpot. I don’t think I did, but I know that Jesus did. All the coins D gave will help to train the pastors in Uganda so they can share Jesus' love with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4-kz1JM5KaI/TXGY0xE0GWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/onZgrJbW4C8/s1600/DSC_1555.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4-kz1JM5KaI/TXGY0xE0GWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/onZgrJbW4C8/s200/DSC_1555.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D’s mom was proud of him and his choice. Are you like D? Would you give all that you have been saving to Jesus? Would you give your time and talents to help someone who might be scared and struggling? What is Jesus asking of you today? Is Jesus in Heaven looking down and laughing with you? Is Jesus proud of you and your choices? I hope and pray that in all I do I can make Jesus proud like D did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-6553458244400754920?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/6553458244400754920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/03/hitting-jackpot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/6553458244400754920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/6553458244400754920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/03/hitting-jackpot.html' title='Hitting the Jackpot!'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ahoeK6bd-1Y/TXGYGCcZrNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MF9VI0EE-Tc/s72-c/DSC_1558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-7958008740499416499</id><published>2011-03-01T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:32:01.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Many Homes</title><content type='html'>My sincerest apologies. It has been awhile since I checked the blog. I am &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;outraged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by the lack of posts since DEC 6TH!!! Let me assure you that I, Timbo, have done my part in writing but &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has not put them on the internet. If you do not believe me ask my friends at the churches we are connected with. They have heard from me. So, I am making mom post what we sent out in January. I will work on getting my new post up soon as well. Thanks for sticking with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uBsZABGNdO4/TW1ytfb9M9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/FY3mmN6aPEA/s1600/DSCN2223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uBsZABGNdO4/TW1ytfb9M9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/FY3mmN6aPEA/s320/DSCN2223.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From January 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are currently in Mississippi. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(and we still are!)&lt;/span&gt; It took two days in the car to get here from our home in New Jersey. It was a long drive but we are here safe and settled into our new home. Mom and Dad say that home is wherever we sleep. I miss my NJ family a lot, but I am getting adjusted. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(Things are a lot better now. I like my MS house and have made some friends, I will write about that soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All this traveling is good practice for all the traveling we will do this year. We will be in Indiana the first week of February and then back to Mississippi. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(It was good. Got to see the cousins.)&lt;/span&gt; We will be in Colorado for five weeks in April and we will go to Uganda as soon as Jesus provides all our funds. &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(Join us in praying that we will be at 100% funded before we go to CO in April.) &lt;/span&gt;Even when we get to Uganda, we will have two homes. We will live in the capital city of Kampala for a few weeks, then we will move to Arua where we will do the ministry God has called us to. So many new homes. It can be hard to move around so many times. Will you pray for me in this time? Pray that I make new friends quickly and that I will feel “at home,” wherever home is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swahili word for this month is “nymbani” which means “at home.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-7958008740499416499?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/7958008740499416499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-many-homes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7958008740499416499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7958008740499416499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-many-homes.html' title='My Many Homes'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uBsZABGNdO4/TW1ytfb9M9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/FY3mmN6aPEA/s72-c/DSCN2223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-8180819757928495236</id><published>2010-12-06T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:06:27.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TP0_W3H6M8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/G-cWstGW8bE/s1600/star-earth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TP0_W3H6M8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/G-cWstGW8bE/s200/star-earth.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Christmas is  coming soon. I am so excited! Did you know we get presents? I just had a  birthday so I know all about presents. Are you looking forward to  Christmas? I am, but for more than just presents. At Christmas we get to  celebrate Jesus’ birth. That is more exciting than presents. Jesus came  to us! He&amp;nbsp; loves us enough to come to earth as a baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TP09VJW1hYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/o1qFalXenqQ/s1600/DSC_1281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TP09VJW1hYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/o1qFalXenqQ/s320/DSC_1281.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trust me, I know about babies! Ben is two months old now but he  still cries more than I would like. He has started smiling which is fun.  I love having a brother, even if he still wears stinky diapers and  wakes me up at night. Can you believe that God became a baby because He  loves us? How amazing, I wouldn’t want to be a baby again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TP0_sqI3DxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jqKueXQgJec/s1600/istockphoto_61645-christmas-star-detailed-close-up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TP0_sqI3DxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/jqKueXQgJec/s200/istockphoto_61645-christmas-star-detailed-close-up.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year lets remember that there is more to Christmas than  presents. We should thank Jesus for coming to us. Merry Christmas or in  Swahili “Krismasi Njema.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Timbo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-8180819757928495236?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/8180819757928495236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/8180819757928495236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/8180819757928495236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is Coming!'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TP0_W3H6M8I/AAAAAAAAAOI/G-cWstGW8bE/s72-c/star-earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-6637217462211029969</id><published>2010-10-26T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:07:57.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready and Being Prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TMeFt30IwAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QR4Jk1kXNRE/s1600/DSC_1415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TMeFt30IwAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QR4Jk1kXNRE/s200/DSC_1415.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad have been getting ready for Uganda. We want to be ready to go as soon as all our support is raised. Some things are fun to do; I got to go shopping this fall and buy lots of summer clothes on clearance. Mom says that it is summer all the time in Uganda, so I need summer clothes in lots of sizes. I am also learning some Swahili. It is fun to learn new words. I know how to say elephant (tembo), lion (simba), giraffe (twiga) and lots of other more useful words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that is not as fun is getting shots. To go to Uganda I need to get six shots that I wouldn’t need here in America. I have had three and will continue to get more as we get closer to leaving. To be ready to serve Jesus we need to be prepared. What are some ways you prepare for serving Jesus? Are you reading your bible so that you can know God better? Do you pray for your friends who do not know Jesus? We need to be ready to show Jesus' love to everyone we meet. As we are getting ready to go to Uganda, we are also making sure we are ready to serve Jesus here as we are able.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TMeFaT6G5xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xNoKmK5ZAiI/s1600/DSC_1168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TMeFaT6G5xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xNoKmK5ZAiI/s320/DSC_1168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the way, I am loving being a BIG brother. Benjamin is cute when he is not crying. He does sleep a lot though... I can't wait until he is big enough to play with. The Swhaili word for the month is "dawa" which is the word for medicine. I will be excited when all these shots are over. Love Timbo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-6637217462211029969?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/6637217462211029969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-ready-and-being-prepared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/6637217462211029969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/6637217462211029969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-ready-and-being-prepared.html' title='Getting Ready and Being Prepared'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TMeFt30IwAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QR4Jk1kXNRE/s72-c/DSC_1415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-1821509002592673975</id><published>2010-10-01T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:27:20.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Care of Each Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TKYYcmGjIWI/AAAAAAAAANk/QyBaEAPv6BE/s1600/RamboBoys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TKYYcmGjIWI/AAAAAAAAANk/QyBaEAPv6BE/s1600/RamboBoys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TKYYcmGjIWI/AAAAAAAAANk/QyBaEAPv6BE/s320/RamboBoys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TKYYcmGjIWI/AAAAAAAAANk/QyBaEAPv6BE/s1600/RamboBoys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to introduce you to Benjamin Daniel. He is my brother and he was born September 23rd. I am so excited to have a brother. Mom and Dad like him too. Ben can not do much by himself yet. He needs mom to feed him and he needs his diapers changed. He can’t play yet. Mostly he just eats and sleeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Ben needs so much I try to help when I can. I give him toys if he is crying. I put his dirty diapers in the trash. Sometimes I help dad pick out Ben’s clothes. I also help mom find the pacifier when it is missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my job to help take care of my brother. Did you know that we are all brothers and sisters in Jesus? We are all God’s children and we should take care of each other. We should love and be kind to each other. We should help in any way we can. I pray that you will help those around you this week and show Jesus’ love to them.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TKYYcmGjIWI/AAAAAAAAANk/QyBaEAPv6BE/s1600/RamboBoys.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-1821509002592673975?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/1821509002592673975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/10/taking-care-of-each-other.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/1821509002592673975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/1821509002592673975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/10/taking-care-of-each-other.html' title='Taking Care of Each Other'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TKYYcmGjIWI/AAAAAAAAANk/QyBaEAPv6BE/s72-c/RamboBoys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-8120818883819196462</id><published>2010-08-18T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:53:16.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>Dad and Grandma Laurie call it "nesting," and Mom calls it "organizing." No matter what you call it, Mom is very busy getting things ready for Ben. She is going through boxes of baby clothes and getting out the small diapers. Mom has been giving Dad lots to do. He has set up Benjamin's baby bed and got the boxes out of the attic for Mom. It seems like we are ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TGwr7QOPEQI/AAAAAAAAANU/rLWlR_2Sve0/s1600/DSC_0819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TGwr7QOPEQI/AAAAAAAAANU/rLWlR_2Sve0/s320/DSC_0819.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been helping too. I sorted through all the bibs and told Mom which ones I liked. I even threw a bunch on the floor. Mom made me pick them back up. Do you like to help? I love to help Mom and Dad. I can't wait for Benjamin to get here so I can help take care of him. The doctor says everything looks good. We should get to meet Ben face to face in just 4 weeks. So exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-8120818883819196462?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/8120818883819196462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/8120818883819196462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/8120818883819196462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TGwr7QOPEQI/AAAAAAAAANU/rLWlR_2Sve0/s72-c/DSC_0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-694659359400528502</id><published>2010-07-22T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:52:09.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Building the Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Grandma Laurie and Grambo are putting an addition onto the house to give everyone more space. There will be a new room and bathroom for Grandmom Rambo and a new small bathroom for everyone else. I have been watching the builders closely. I stand at the window and tell the builders what to do. They have done a really good job and are almost finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TEiO9vTVryI/AAAAAAAAANE/UaZTTa2Ccnc/s1600/DSCN2138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TEiO9vTVryI/AAAAAAAAANE/UaZTTa2Ccnc/s200/DSCN2138.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have learned by watching the builders that for a house to be built all the different builders have to work together. The plumbers, electricians, painters, contractors, roofers, inspectors and builders can not do their job if they do not work with the others. Each person has to do the job they have. No job is more important than the others. If the plumber didn't come we wouldn't have water. If the roofers did not do a good job we would have lots of extra water. Everyone has to do the job they have been given and each one has to get along with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TEj1M57vRcI/AAAAAAAAANM/6D6AQg7fju4/s1600/DSCN2136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TEj1M57vRcI/AAAAAAAAANM/6D6AQg7fju4/s200/DSCN2136.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is the same in God's family. We are all working together to build the His Kingdom. We all have different jobs: pray, give, share, preach, go. But none of our roles can be truly effective if we don't work together. My family can not go to Uganda if people do not pray and give to our ministry. We would not even be planning to go if someone had not shared with us and preached to mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;Will you do your part and will you pray that I will learn to do my part? I am trying to pray every night for a missionary family. I will learn to share with others what God is doing in my life. Those are the jobs that God has for me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-694659359400528502?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/694659359400528502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/07/building-kingdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/694659359400528502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/694659359400528502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/07/building-kingdom.html' title='Building the Kingdom'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TEiO9vTVryI/AAAAAAAAANE/UaZTTa2Ccnc/s72-c/DSCN2138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-7908711746883260314</id><published>2010-06-02T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:40:15.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary Kids Hanging Out</title><content type='html'>We went to camp for Memorial Day weekend. It was great! Who wouldn't love the sand, water and friends there? This weekend was extra special because I got to hang out with some friends we have not seen for awhile. Elsie Jayne and Lucy Coppedge were at camp because their Daddy was the speaker. Elsie was nice and shared toys with me. She is a year older than me and was quite helpful and fun to play with. I tried to play nice with Lucy. She is a year old and kept following me around. Mom really likes Lucy and kept holding her. I was not a big fan of mom holding another kid, but I decided it wasn't worth fussing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TAcDVYd9z-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/WzmlCF0a-XU/s1600/DSC_0504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TAcDVYd9z-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/WzmlCF0a-XU/s320/DSC_0504.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday night my cousins, Caleb and Seth, came. I love playing with them. I am the little guy right now, but once Benjamin gets here&amp;nbsp; I won't be the littlest. We 3 boys have a lot of fun together now. We don't fight over toys as much as we used to, and we actually play together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TAcEqoqfhKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/plqBgyxGK0E/s1600/DSC_0520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TAcEqoqfhKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/plqBgyxGK0E/s320/DSC_0520.JPG" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also got to hang out with Lucas and Timmy Bowen. They are missionary kids to Paraguay. Timmy is a lot like me and not just because we have the same name. He is adventurous and has no fear. He likes the water and likes to climb on things. He is three and a half and I had a lot of fun trying to follow him around and do what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TAcD3DaKnwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/It2YfjHiWHI/s1600/DSC_0541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TAcD3DaKnwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/It2YfjHiWHI/s320/DSC_0541.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad took a picture of the missionary kids in the sandbox. We didn't really cooperate for the picture, but who can blame us with all the toys and sand. It's so great to have a worldwide missionary family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-7908711746883260314?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/7908711746883260314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/06/missionary-kids-hanging-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7908711746883260314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7908711746883260314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/06/missionary-kids-hanging-out.html' title='Missionary Kids Hanging Out'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/TAcDVYd9z-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/WzmlCF0a-XU/s72-c/DSC_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-2764845719385000921</id><published>2010-05-16T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:28:30.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Is Where The Tent Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S-tx6C4bdII/AAAAAAAAAMU/yR5Rw2rIcXs/s1600/DSC_0332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S-tx6C4bdII/AAAAAAAAAMU/yR5Rw2rIcXs/s200/DSC_0332.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are traveling again. I know, it seems like we are always on the road. Good news is that I am getting used to it. I am a pro at napping in the car and I don't whine too much any more. When we are traveling, instead of my old pack 'n play, I get to sleep in a tent. It is part of my growing up, at home I sleep in a "big kid bed" but when we travel I get to sleep in a tent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S_C2u1t9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PKES4CgFN28/s1600/DSC_0374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S_C2u1t9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PKES4CgFN28/s200/DSC_0374.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like my tent because no matter where we are staying my tent is the same. We have stayed with lots of different people so far. By different I don't mean weird or strange, they are all great. Any way, we are in Jackson, MS visiting our friends from &lt;a href="http://www.wbs.edu/"&gt;Wesley Biblical Seminary&lt;/a&gt; and from &lt;a href="http://www.bellwetherchurch.org/"&gt;Bellwether Church&lt;/a&gt;. Mom and Dad seem to be having a great time seeing old friends and making new friends. I am meeting people who keep saying, "oh you've gotten so big" and "I held you when you were born." I just have to believe them because I don't remember anything from our time here a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have a week of our trip left and lots more people to see. Mom and Dad don't want to leave without getting to see everyone again, so bug them if you don't have plans set up yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S-tzHjr6AQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1ytCBVudbjA/s1600/DSC_0349_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S-tzHjr6AQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1ytCBVudbjA/s200/DSC_0349_2.JPG" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-2764845719385000921?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/2764845719385000921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-is-where-tent-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/2764845719385000921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/2764845719385000921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-is-where-tent-is.html' title='Home Is Where The Tent Is'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S-tx6C4bdII/AAAAAAAAAMU/yR5Rw2rIcXs/s72-c/DSC_0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-3819118972700298683</id><published>2010-04-11T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:44:20.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending at the Museum</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! This week I got to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.eht.com/childrensmuseum/"&gt;Jersey Shore Children’s Museum&lt;/a&gt; with mom, Aunt Kelly and my cousins, Seth and Caleb. While we were there we got to pretend to be lots of fun things. Do you like to pretend? I had a good time. Here are a few of the different roles I played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a doctor's office. I was practicing holding a baby since we are going to have a new baby soon. Well, soon used loosely, mom and dad keep saying I will get to see the baby in September. I don't really know how far away that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JwyaarzFI/AAAAAAAAALM/hsgwLJYtgtI/s1600/DSCN2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JwyaarzFI/AAAAAAAAALM/hsgwLJYtgtI/s320/DSCN2011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next we have a picture of us at the post office. Working together and having fun doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JxUanGp3I/AAAAAAAAALU/XcLAShWjCes/s1600/DSCN2019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JxUanGp3I/AAAAAAAAALU/XcLAShWjCes/s320/DSCN2019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a picture of me and Caleb doing a news broadcast. He was doing the headlines and I was his assistant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8Jx4ewa0_I/AAAAAAAAALc/dyaAMOw2D6w/s1600/DSCN2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8Jx4ewa0_I/AAAAAAAAALc/dyaAMOw2D6w/s320/DSCN2023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seth found the construction site. Earlier we had fun building a house together (sorry no cute pictures, we were both too busy to look at the camera). But in this picture you can see we are enjoying the trucks and cranes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JyZvuxfeI/AAAAAAAAALk/NaQFVaEvi-4/s1600/DSCN2041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JyZvuxfeI/AAAAAAAAALk/NaQFVaEvi-4/s320/DSCN2041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caleb found the dinosaurs and had a blast. I just enjoyed it too. Who wouldn't love playing in the sand and roaring like a dinosaur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8J2RK_eMgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PXmuUnN8gEI/s1600/DSCN2051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8J2RK_eMgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PXmuUnN8gEI/s320/DSCN2051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my favorite, you guessed it, the basketball court. They had basketballs and hoops to shoot in. I could have played there all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JzdU3p_kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/okAwd6fkaT0/s1600/DSCN2042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JzdU3p_kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/okAwd6fkaT0/s320/DSCN2042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a great day and had a lot of fun pretending.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-3819118972700298683?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/3819118972700298683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/04/pretending-at-museum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/3819118972700298683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/3819118972700298683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/04/pretending-at-museum.html' title='Pretending at the Museum'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S8JwyaarzFI/AAAAAAAAALM/hsgwLJYtgtI/s72-c/DSCN2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-242028525650836231</id><published>2010-03-17T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:16:50.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking with Grandma Laurie</title><content type='html'>The other day Grandma Laurie was in the kitchen busy making rolls. Her church, &lt;a href="http://www.discover-trinity.com/about/"&gt;Trinity United Methodist&lt;/a&gt; in Clayton, NJ has started a soup ministry on Saturdays. Grandma makes the rolls. She was busy and I decided I should help. I climbed right up on the stool and demanded to be involved. She gave me some dough. I didn't like it at first, it was sticky. But after mom added some flour and put some flour on the counter I had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S6EWDokZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VpcdOTrS2Gs/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S6EWDokZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VpcdOTrS2Gs/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she made little balls she put them on a tray. I, of course, also wanted to put some on a tray. Grandma would not let me put my dough balls on her tray (something about other people eating hers or germs or something...), but she gave me a tray to put mine on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S6EXS5P3A9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5o078auJu4A/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S6EXS5P3A9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5o078auJu4A/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to help. Are you a good helper? Do you offer to help when you can? It is always more fun to work together than by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S6EX4E0ecVI/AAAAAAAAALE/OGptaDIMKNk/s1600-h/DSCN1978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S6EX4E0ecVI/AAAAAAAAALE/OGptaDIMKNk/s320/DSCN1978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-242028525650836231?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/242028525650836231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/03/baking-with-grandma-laurie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/242028525650836231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/242028525650836231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/03/baking-with-grandma-laurie.html' title='Baking with Grandma Laurie'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S6EWDokZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VpcdOTrS2Gs/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-7335721211426591371</id><published>2010-03-04T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:00:37.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got some news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I figure it's my job to keep all of you up to date on what is going on in the family, especially since I know mom and dad are pretty bad about keeping their blog updated. So, I don't know if they have told their blog readers this yet or not (you know, since I can't read yet or anything), but... there's a baby joining our family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, you're shocked, right? I was when I found out too. Honestly, I'm still not quite sure what to think. Mom and dad seem pretty excited, but I'm not so sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a good thing I got to meet Adalynn &lt;a href="http://pkgormong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gormong&lt;/a&gt; and Ella &lt;a href="http://engebretsonpost.blogspot.com/"&gt;Engebretson&lt;/a&gt; while we were gone though. At least now I know what a baby is anyway. When I first met Adalynn I wasn't so keen on the idea of my mom and dad holding someone else, that's my spot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S5AMYmfaZII/AAAAAAAAAKk/Vl3XFsoB0m4/s1600-h/100_1815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S5AMYmfaZII/AAAAAAAAAKk/Vl3XFsoB0m4/s200/100_1815.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But after a few days I started warming up to the idea of having other little people around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S5ANqrH1oZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Q6ATJwC6N1I/s1600-h/DSCN1876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S5ANqrH1oZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Q6ATJwC6N1I/s200/DSCN1876.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That doesn't mean, however, that I'm ready for a little sister yet. I know mom wants to have a little girl, but I would rather have a brother I can play with and I think dad agrees with me. It's only fair though, because when we get to Arua mom and dad will be working with the &lt;a href="http://coppedgeafrica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coppedges&lt;/a&gt;, Uncle Billy and Aunt Jo, and they have two little girls, Elsie Jayne and Lucy. I don't want to be the only little boy--who know what they would do to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I digress. I guess in the end, I'm more excited than not about having a baby brother or sister. Everything's better when you have a partner in crime, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you go, that's the big news in our family. I wanted you to hear it from me, someone you trust, before you heard it on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-7335721211426591371?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/7335721211426591371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-some-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7335721211426591371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7335721211426591371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-some-news.html' title='I&apos;ve got some news!'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S5AMYmfaZII/AAAAAAAAAKk/Vl3XFsoB0m4/s72-c/100_1815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-6257504638114118056</id><published>2010-02-24T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:04:25.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Beach</title><content type='html'>Florida was GREAT. I loved seeing some of my extended family.&amp;nbsp; It was nice to go barefoot and without a coat. Really though, I wanted to show you some pictures taken when we went to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XZgWn7YJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QN48GcIKOcM/s1600-h/DSCN1926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XZgWn7YJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QN48GcIKOcM/s320/DSCN1926.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Dad ready to go. Notice how clean I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XZvjBTkiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PqMRivQ8X28/s1600-h/DSCN1938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XZvjBTkiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PqMRivQ8X28/s320/DSCN1938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chasing the seagulls. Never could catch them, even though I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XZ9q8uM1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u0M1dLDfVOc/s1600-h/DSCN1953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XZ9q8uM1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u0M1dLDfVOc/s320/DSCN1953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with the sand. It feels so good between my toes, and in my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XaOljQdyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oIzKIF1isIw/s1600-h/DSCN1957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XaOljQdyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oIzKIF1isIw/s320/DSCN1957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did I get so dirty! Mom says it is time for a bath. The beach was SO fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-6257504638114118056?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/6257504638114118056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-at-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/6257504638114118056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/6257504638114118056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-at-beach.html' title='Day at the Beach'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S4XZgWn7YJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QN48GcIKOcM/s72-c/DSCN1926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-3155312766136459728</id><published>2010-02-07T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:46:07.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The baby at the Gormongs</title><content type='html'>We spent five days with &lt;a href="http://pkgormong.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Gormongs&lt;/a&gt;: Phil, Kara and Adalynn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-U1qH-gRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5nRNza0ofEU/s1600-h/100_1815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-U1qH-gRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5nRNza0ofEU/s200/100_1815.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I met baby Adalynn for the first time last week. Mom and dad talk about her and how cute she is, but I had not yet met her. When we first got there mom held Adalynn and snuggled her. I made it clear that it was NOT ok for MY MOM to snuggle another baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-S5DR2lHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rdCiZIdfdR4/s1600-h/100_5202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-S5DR2lHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rdCiZIdfdR4/s200/100_5202.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the week went on I began to warm up to her. She made cute sounds and didn't cry very loud. Mom tried to feed Adalynn a bottle and I was ok if I could sit on mom's lap at the same time. The night before we left I decided I liked, maybe even loved, baby Adalynn. I gave her several hugs and even a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-VQTJtCEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3nrmAQPDnSs/s1600-h/100_1816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-VQTJtCEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3nrmAQPDnSs/s200/100_1816.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Phil and Kara were pretty cool too. I am glad I got to meet them since mom talks about them a lot. I know that we will be friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-Vfqn8dxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6e8cBVkl2UU/s1600-h/100_5212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-Vfqn8dxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6e8cBVkl2UU/s200/100_5212.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope that you are making good friends who you will be close to forever. Please pray for me as I am making new friends as we travel and how as I make new friends I am also having to say goodbye to friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-3155312766136459728?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/3155312766136459728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-at-gormongs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/3155312766136459728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/3155312766136459728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-at-gormongs.html' title='The baby at the Gormongs'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2-U1qH-gRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5nRNza0ofEU/s72-c/100_1815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-8718063966406612597</id><published>2010-02-03T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:41:00.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying with Abbie in Pittsburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2pBSH0q7rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uubABdOJ4qw/s1600-h/DSCN1825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2pBSH0q7rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uubABdOJ4qw/s200/DSCN1825.JPG" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast visiting with Abbie in Pittsburgh. She made us dinner and let us relax at her house the first night. I had fun exploring. She has two sets of stairs and a piano to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2iMgVyn_RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WrsIV6u12Lw/s1600-h/DSCN1803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2iMgVyn_RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WrsIV6u12Lw/s200/DSCN1803.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday she showed us around town. We rode up the incline. It was something we rode up a really step hill. Abbie said it was the way the steel workers used to get up the hill. It was a great view. We drove around and saw different areas of the city. Abbie took us to the Carnegie Library. I had fun reading books and exploring the children's section. After the Library we went to dinner then home for bed. I was a little tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2iMz2WLg7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/TWZumv5bIPs/s1600-h/DSCN1805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2iMz2WLg7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/TWZumv5bIPs/s200/DSCN1805.JPG" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to &lt;a href="http://www.northway.org/"&gt;North Way Christian Community&lt;/a&gt; where Abbie goes to church. In the evening mom and dad left me to go see a play. I cried a little when they left because I love them, but then Abbie played with me and let me watch 101 Dalmations. Overall, it was a great trip. Check back in a week. I will tell you all about &lt;a href="http://pkgormong.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Gormongs&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2iNkamsbfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RQSNK_hs53o/s1600-h/DSCN1821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2iNkamsbfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RQSNK_hs53o/s200/DSCN1821.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-8718063966406612597?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/8718063966406612597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/02/staying-with-abbie-in-pittsburgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/8718063966406612597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/8718063966406612597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/02/staying-with-abbie-in-pittsburgh.html' title='Staying with Abbie in Pittsburgh'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2pBSH0q7rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uubABdOJ4qw/s72-c/DSCN1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-6936564355462779019</id><published>2010-01-28T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:52:39.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2I_CmJUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/4SCmepjTJtM/s1600-h/Target+Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2I_CmJUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/4SCmepjTJtM/s200/Target+Logo.jpg" width="77" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE going to Target. It is three turns from our house and it is an excellent escape from the day to day stuff. Do you remember what my favorite toy is? That is right, a ball. I love the big red balls that are in front of Target. If I am good, Mom lets me touch one on the way in and on the way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we are in Target I get to see lots of bright colors and different shapes. My favorite part, other than seeing the red ball, is seeing all the people. I love waving and making people smile. Are you being the type of person that make others smile? Are you sweet and kind to those you meet? We all need to be Jesus to those around us. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2I3jsfu__I/AAAAAAAAAGg/RA-DvbwtnG0/s1600-h/DSCN1797_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2I3jsfu__I/AAAAAAAAAGg/RA-DvbwtnG0/s200/DSCN1797_2.JPG" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will be praying that wherever you go, you will bring joy to other people. Whether you are in Target, at school, at home or in Uganda, show others Jesus’ love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me as we are starting our big travels to PA, IN, MI, KY and FL. We will be gone a month. For details or our trip you'll have to look at &lt;a href="http://scottandmegrambo.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom and dad's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I don't care about the details, its not like I get a say... I just get strapped in and taken. I am excited about the trip but there will be lots of hours in the car seat. Pray for my patience and mom's attitude, she gets cranky being in the car. Keep checking back, I will post pictures from our travels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-6936564355462779019?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/6936564355462779019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-to-target.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/6936564355462779019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/6936564355462779019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-to-target.html' title='Going to Target'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S2I_CmJUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/4SCmepjTJtM/s72-c/Target+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-5288707247337017295</id><published>2010-01-19T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:15:24.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S1YBfCz7vMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYmxodoDCxk/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="79" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S1YBfCz7vMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYmxodoDCxk/s320/images.jpg" width="79" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the past few months I have made LOTS of new friends. I got to visit Grace Bible Fellowship and meet the boys and girls who go to Discovery Cove. They let me play with the blow up globe and they had excellent questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S1YCD-_35EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/i-iOmkLqOOU/s1600-h/images-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S1YCD-_35EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/i-iOmkLqOOU/s320/images-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I played with the kids who came for Logos at Wiley Church in Marlton, NJ. They were excellent soccer players. The kids in St. Peter’s of Ocean City welcomed me with open arms after the holidays. I played with a ball of yarn as they sang songs and learned about our ministry in Africa. I gave them each a piece of yarn and a prayer card to help them remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S1YD1hcNWCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F7zL2GR61s4/s1600-h/DSCN1753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S1YD1hcNWCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F7zL2GR61s4/s320/DSCN1753.JPG" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will be visiting Pitman UMC this coming Sunday. I am so excited. Mom and Dad made lots of good connections there, I can’t wait to meet the kids. In February I will get to go to Evangelical United Methodist in Clarksboro, NJ. God has been so good to give me so many friends who love me and pray for me regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Each night I pray too. Is there anything I can be praying for you about?&lt;/b&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/4940787212798858517-5288707247337017295?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/5288707247337017295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-new-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/5288707247337017295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/5288707247337017295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-new-friends.html' title='Making New Friends'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S1YBfCz7vMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VYmxodoDCxk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-781890279915946391</id><published>2010-01-07T15:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:11:20.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S0ZH6Wve9-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4gMpwuHVSn0/s1600-h/DSCN1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S0ZH6Wve9-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4gMpwuHVSn0/s320/DSCN1723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424101869077067746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas was great! It was so wonderful in fact, that I forgot to blog about it. I got all my favorite things again. My family is great. We have had a week at home to catch up from all the travel and craziness of the holidays. Things have settled back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All settled down till yesterday. There was happiness, disappointment, crying, prayers, excitement and rejoicing. Let's just say there were a lot of emotions. I don't really know all the details. Something about God not providing the way Mom has been praying, then God providing in ways bigger than Mom could've imagined. You'll have to read &lt;a href="www.scottandmegrambo.blogspot.com"&gt;Dad and Mom&lt;/a&gt;'s blog for the details, but Aunt Kelly said it well, "God gets us from A to B but sometimes goes by Q to get us there." SO praise Jesus we are at B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-781890279915946391?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/781890279915946391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/781890279915946391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/781890279915946391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/S0ZH6Wve9-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/4gMpwuHVSn0/s72-c/DSCN1723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-7478520902514180946</id><published>2009-12-07T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:22:26.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick :(</title><content type='html'>I am sick. I started teething again, which gave me a runny nose and lead to an ear infection. NO FUN! A few weeks ago I learned how to make the sound of blowing my nose. It was so cool and made everyone laugh. It's not so cool now. I wish I felt better. I am still pretty pleasant, just wanting to be held more and not sleeping more than an hour or two at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e2b9487386dfc4e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e2b9487386dfc4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331496651%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E3B92439952E04A00F0143855F6CC044C023C9B.21B8F5F751961B391A31EAD84D205460C37E0322%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e2b9487386dfc4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjRdQD7Ad8HbIqz6TWC_UbwZv81o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8e2b9487386dfc4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331496651%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E3B92439952E04A00F0143855F6CC044C023C9B.21B8F5F751961B391A31EAD84D205460C37E0322%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8e2b9487386dfc4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjRdQD7Ad8HbIqz6TWC_UbwZv81o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you pray for me? I need to get better soon. Mom and Dad have lots of plans for this holiday season; most of which include traveling. Being in the car with a runny nose would be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Syr9OrFBW9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jJWlpbScu_4/s1600-h/DSCN1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Syr9OrFBW9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jJWlpbScu_4/s320/DSCN1543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416419930390223826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can't forget to praise Jesus in the middle of all this. With me being sick Mom has had to put her "to do" list aside (Dad was sick for a day too) and give me some extra love. I am thankful for parents who love me this much. So please lift me up to Jesus, that my ear infection would get better and that my cold would go away. Thank You! How can we be praying for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-7478520902514180946?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/7478520902514180946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7478520902514180946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7478520902514180946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick.html' title='Sick :('/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Syr9OrFBW9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jJWlpbScu_4/s72-c/DSCN1543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-104201074617934536</id><published>2009-12-07T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:40:23.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second, First Birthday Party @ the Wronski's</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtRRK0Q-XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/25o8p71F9WI/s1600/DSCN1522_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtRRK0Q-XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/25o8p71F9WI/s320/DSCN1522_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407505132991609202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Wronski gave me a birthday party. It was just as much fun as my first party. We had lasagna. I ate some but not much. I don't like noodles, they are soggy and slimy in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Next we opened presents. I got another car, some books, a bulldozer, blocks and a wagon. I also got some clothes. I had fun pulling the presents out of bags and boxes. I also had fun pulling the wrapping paper off. I did much better understanding what I was doing this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtRoJiD5iI/AAAAAAAAAOI/c5yQMkay0cE/s1600/DSCN1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtRoJiD5iI/AAAAAAAAAOI/c5yQMkay0cE/s320/DSCN1514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407505527783810594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun playing with friends I don't normally get to see. Aunt Laura and Uncle Nate came from West Lebanon. They got me the books. Dad keeps saying that books are good for my learning, I just like being read to and looking at the pictures. Mrs. Leno came and brought her girls. Madeline and Mia helped me open some of my presents. The Kubiczkis joined us; Auntie Em even came from Maine. She is in medical school but she still loves me enough to make the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtSxnrLwCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDbW3uL67XM/s1600/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtSxnrLwCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BDbW3uL67XM/s320/DSC01214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407506790005588002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Laura decorated the cake. She did a great job making me a car. I tried again to blow out the candle but still didn't quite understand how. So Grandma helped me. I did enjoy the cupcake. I made a mess again. This time Dad took my shirt off first. That made it much easier to get right into the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtUAB1e8FI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eB9nVBdVTko/s1600/DSCN1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtUAB1e8FI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eB9nVBdVTko/s320/DSCN1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407508137057906770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great party. So this getting older thing is fun. I am not sure why everyone seems to disagree. As I am getting older I am learning to do so many things. Plus I get parties. Life is good. Remember to Thank God for all the ways that He makes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; life good. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtQdC8XQgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0Ou-jVW5FgA/s1600/DSCN1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtQdC8XQgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0Ou-jVW5FgA/s320/DSCN1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407504237524894210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-104201074617934536?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/104201074617934536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-second-first-birthday-party-wronskis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/104201074617934536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/104201074617934536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-second-first-birthday-party-wronskis.html' title='My Second, First Birthday Party @ the Wronski&apos;s'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHXQsD6yMuc/SwtRRK0Q-XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/25o8p71F9WI/s72-c/DSCN1522_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-7251825086816768298</id><published>2009-11-14T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:02:30.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party at the Rambos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8awDK7FnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OhfpE6xqsx0/s1600-h/DSCN1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8awDK7FnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OhfpE6xqsx0/s320/DSCN1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404067490655049330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My first birthday party! Well, my first party for my first birthday. I went to Seth's birthday party in June. But this time it was all about me. We had chicken nuggets for dinner. I ate five. Dad seemed to think it was a lot but really I just like to eat. All the adults had hoagies. After dinner I got to open presents. My cousins Caleb and Seth helped me open some. Kristina helped too. I got everything I wanted. Balls, cars, books and blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8Qm5HtN7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/oQfENx9zoAE/s1600-h/DSCN1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8Qm5HtN7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/oQfENx9zoAE/s320/DSCN1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404056338222102450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8P0qxhX5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZKrrq4FFK0Q/s1600-h/DSCN1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8P0qxhX5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZKrrq4FFK0Q/s320/DSCN1435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404055475377495954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8SlKD2BqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1TpGrH19qB4/s1600-h/DSCN1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8SlKD2BqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1TpGrH19qB4/s320/DSCN1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404058507432822434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next we did cake. Grandmom Laurie made me a baseball cake. I wanted it after my Phillies did so good this year. I don't know how to blow out the candle so Mom helped. I am working on it now so that I will be able to do it at my next party. Oh, did I tell you, when we go up to New Hampshire next week I get another party at Grandma and Grandpa Wronski's house. So much fun all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8UzP7dbhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7qdsYvNcwMQ/s1600-h/DSCN1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8UzP7dbhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7qdsYvNcwMQ/s320/DSCN1440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404060948549692946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Mom and Dad gave me the cupcake I wasn't sure what to do with it at first. I am not normally allowed to eat messy things on my own, but this time they cheered when it got all over my face. It tasted so good. Grandmom Laurie gave me some frosting a few days ago when she first made the cake, so I knew that was good. But then the cake under the frosting was delicious as well! I asked for more but Mom said something about me having enough sugar already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8XBxd93NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y8C8ZNoI9Lc/s1600-h/DSCN1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8XBxd93NI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Y8C8ZNoI9Lc/s320/DSCN1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404063397094218962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8X6dqHEXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w6-WsqWfk4c/s1600-h/DSCN1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8X6dqHEXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w6-WsqWfk4c/s320/DSCN1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404064371028988274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8YpmjNjYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yFCtr_yjUOU/s1600-h/DSCN1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8YpmjNjYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yFCtr_yjUOU/s320/DSCN1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404065180869823874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next I was off for a bath. Gotta get all clean before sleeping. I said goodbye to everyone and snuggled with Mom to let her know I was ready for bed. It had been a long day. I knew I needed to get some rest so that I would have lots of energy for playing the next day with all my new toys.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check back. I will put more pictures up from my next party for my first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8Zl-TgLTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EcLkBYV7nfg/s1600-h/11839_200068433697_504853697_4000049_6180457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8Zl-TgLTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EcLkBYV7nfg/s320/11839_200068433697_504853697_4000049_6180457_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404066218038537522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4940787212798858517-7251825086816768298?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/7251825086816768298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-party-at-rambos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7251825086816768298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/7251825086816768298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-party-at-rambos.html' title='Birthday Party at the Rambos'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Sv8awDK7FnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OhfpE6xqsx0/s72-c/DSCN1457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-2710281746214936472</id><published>2009-10-14T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:03:31.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times in the North</title><content type='html'>Have you had fun lately? We did! I already told you about going to New Hampshire and all the pretty colors of the leaves. Now I want to tell you about the "vacation" time we had at the end of our trip. We went to VT to visit friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of me eating my first Al's fry. Al's French Fries in Burlington, VT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/StaBlmd-gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/czWsp3lRN2M/s1600-h/DSCN1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/StaBlmd-gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/czWsp3lRN2M/s320/DSCN1225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392640086804169010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the street is Zachary's Pizza. We played in the Fun Center. I have decided that my favorite color is orange. I always pick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/StaAa6GfysI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SvDimZ0PSH0/s1600-h/DSCN1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/StaAa6GfysI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SvDimZ0PSH0/s320/DSCN1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392638803584207554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared at Ferrisburg UMC. It was a cute little church and I got to play with Aunt Nancy and Grandma during the service. I didn't make too much noise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/St4JU4I5-XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9vPf5tI5Z7w/s1600-h/DSCN1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/St4JU4I5-XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9vPf5tI5Z7w/s320/DSCN1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394759657908205938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip ended with time at Aunt Laura's. I was helping make the homemade pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/St4IEadxrUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZrVsxNdVAEI/s1600-h/DSCN1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/St4IEadxrUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZrVsxNdVAEI/s320/DSCN1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394758275553144130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun with friends and family while we were up north. We are now back in New Jersey for awhile. So if you're around and want to hang out let me know. I am available from 8-10am, 12 - 3pm, and 5-8pm. Other than that I am busy sleeping/napping. (or atleast I am supposed to be!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-2710281746214936472?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/2710281746214936472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-times-in-north.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/2710281746214936472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/2710281746214936472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-times-in-north.html' title='Fun Times in the North'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/StaBlmd-gTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/czWsp3lRN2M/s72-c/DSCN1225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-3543996402016582146</id><published>2009-10-09T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:45:44.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hampshire Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Ss9Q6Q7YtyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ldYAyIkJoRI/s1600-h/DSCN1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Ss9Q6Q7YtyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ldYAyIkJoRI/s320/DSCN1200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390616240892458786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Ss9RjoaVnEI/AAAAAAAAADY/KcxOb-6KT0c/s1600-h/DSCN1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Ss9RjoaVnEI/AAAAAAAAADY/KcxOb-6KT0c/s320/DSCN1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390616951570930754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in New Hampshire visiting mom's family for a few weeks. Things are going very well up here in the cold north. It's not really that cold, but I have been in pants and sweaters for a few weeks now. Mom and dad even got me shoes to make sure that my socks stay on.&lt;br /&gt;(I like to pull them off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Ss9PpSoToUI/AAAAAAAAADI/HRvLBk7y24M/s1600-h/DSCN1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Ss9PpSoToUI/AAAAAAAAADI/HRvLBk7y24M/s320/DSCN1155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390614849779900738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are beautiful leaves up here. There are so many colors and they are so bright. When we first went up to New Hampshire at the end of September the leaves were still mostly green, but as you can see they changed into something more beautiful. All the pretty colors have made me realize how awesome our God is. His creation is beautiful. This fall make sure you get out and enjoy the nice weather :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-3543996402016582146?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/3543996402016582146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-in-new-hampshire-visiting-moms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/3543996402016582146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/3543996402016582146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-in-new-hampshire-visiting-moms.html' title='New Hampshire Trip'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Ss9Q6Q7YtyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ldYAyIkJoRI/s72-c/DSCN1200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-2981003464427178755</id><published>2009-09-14T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:42:47.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruVNVkB3mI/AAAAAAAAACA/RNBHpX_AKK4/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruVNVkB3mI/AAAAAAAAACA/RNBHpX_AKK4/s320/DSCN1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385061835810659938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruW7rPqaLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6Wdx6-IqQM0/s1600-h/DSCN1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruW7rPqaLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6Wdx6-IqQM0/s320/DSCN1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385063731416426674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new room! We have moved in with Mama Laurie and Grambo. (those are Dad's parents). We are living in their basement for the next year till we leave for Africa. Not sure what Africa is but Mom and Dad keep saying they are excited to go so it must be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Srud1wI4s8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/iwF7l5YGZcQ/s1600-h/DSCN0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/Srud1wI4s8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/iwF7l5YGZcQ/s320/DSCN0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385071326232359874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my bed. I sleep here each night and usually for 2 naps each day. Sometimes my naps end up being in the car with how much mom and dad drive around... but most of the time I get to snuggle up right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SrueZKVswUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cy5iQqd8j1w/s1600-h/DSCN0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SrueZKVswUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cy5iQqd8j1w/s320/DSCN0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385071934560846146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruOfBLti3I/AAAAAAAAABI/1K0YDYW4Am8/s1600-h/DSCN1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruOfBLti3I/AAAAAAAAABI/1K0YDYW4Am8/s320/DSCN1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385054442996206450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruQ3PQAksI/AAAAAAAAABg/_E0TK8Tq5y0/s1600-h/DSCN1022_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruQ3PQAksI/AAAAAAAAABg/_E0TK8Tq5y0/s320/DSCN1022_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385057058112443074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we have my changing table. So exciting to have one of these. When Mom and Dad try to change me on the bed I like to squirm away. Who can blame me? With the soft, comfy blankets and pillows to climb on... really am I supposed to stay still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my "dresser" which is so full of clothes. &lt;a href="http://thehallahans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunt Kelly and Uncle Josh&lt;/a&gt; gave me Caleb and Seth's old clothes. Plus a friend in MS gave me some clothes. Plus we still have some of the clothes given at baby showers. More clothes than I need. Mom and Dad tell me that the extra clothes will be used for my little brother. Don't worry there is not one yet. I will keep you posted when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruUcxZ0roI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4Hy9p553gnA/s1600-h/DSCN1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruUcxZ0roI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4Hy9p553gnA/s320/DSCN1016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385061001470455426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruWNxgk8RI/AAAAAAAAACI/VQ4qkOMzV_k/s1600-h/DSCN1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruWNxgk8RI/AAAAAAAAACI/VQ4qkOMzV_k/s320/DSCN1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062942824001810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, that is my chair. It is where I get fed before going to sleep. It is also where Dad snuggles me and reads my bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruRzSD9aHI/AAAAAAAAABo/4HdGQ8aTXro/s1600-h/DSCN0999.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/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruRzSD9aHI/AAAAAAAAABo/4HdGQ8aTXro/s320/DSCN0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385058089659361394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see what else Mom and Dad did in the basement. Check out their blog &lt;a href="http://scottandmegrambo.blogspot.com/"&gt;scottandmegrambo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; It shows their room and the fun stuff on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruaEH-KA_I/AAAAAAAAACg/DP9ho1MFJ7M/s1600-h/DSCN1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruaEH-KA_I/AAAAAAAAACg/DP9ho1MFJ7M/s320/DSCN1012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385067175101465586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next blog should be from NH. We are going to visit Grandma and Grandpa (Mom's parents). Mom keeps telling me that the leaves will be pretty colors. I have no clue what she is talking about.  I might have more to say on that later. For now I will go back to crawling around and getting into trouble. Hopefully I will be walking soon and able to get into much more than I can now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye, Timbo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-2981003464427178755?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/2981003464427178755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/09/check-out-my-new-room-we-have-moved-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/2981003464427178755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/2981003464427178755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/09/check-out-my-new-room-we-have-moved-in.html' title='My New Room'/><author><name>Timbo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05276548509136683135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwEGnIGzr_c/TfxccLQHlQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/VITxpLfHzVI/s220/DSC_1944.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SruVNVkB3mI/AAAAAAAAACA/RNBHpX_AKK4/s72-c/DSCN1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4940787212798858517.post-5767355002860205101</id><published>2009-08-21T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:20:24.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SpVWlTBHMYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZc7UtgxYro/s1600-h/DSCN0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SpVWlTBHMYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZc7UtgxYro/s320/DSCN0889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374296929096642946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom and dad have a blog and I want one too. I want to do everything they do. I want a toothbrush of my own if they are brushing their teeth, I want a cup if they are drinking from one, I want to make noises like they do and I really want their approval. So I decided, (with the help of some friends) that I should start my own blog. Plus that is why most of you read their blog anyway right? Just to see pictures of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SpVXkf5Y_OI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VVye80eMCU4/s1600-h/DSCN0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SpVXkf5Y_OI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VVye80eMCU4/s320/DSCN0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374298014885674210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well let me tell you a little about myself. I am 9 months old and finishing up my first summer at Delanco Camp. We were the missionaries for the summer. Speaking of missionaries we are going to Uganda. I am currently working on learning English then I will start on Swahilli. I will show mom and dad how to learn a language. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking this, I will try to update it regularly. But to do so I will have to force dad to give up his laptop for a few minutes and that is no easy task. I will do the best I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4940787212798858517-5767355002860205101?l=rambokids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/feeds/5767355002860205101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/5767355002860205101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4940787212798858517/posts/default/5767355002860205101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rambokids.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>Meg Rambo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T-Z6o7JjJeI/SpVWlTBHMYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aZc7UtgxYro/s72-c/DSCN0889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
