<?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-8150256668687339275</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:24:07.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerchner World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-567237011113172108</id><published>2007-12-04T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:11:45.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My son...</title><content type='html'>So if you do not know my son, Austin, you are missing out. He is the cutest thing ever. At 2 years old, he is the smartest kid I know. So, the other night the movie The Polar Express came on TV, and we recorded it for Austin. He had never seen it and I just knew he would love it. Boy, was I right. He sat there completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt; for the entire movie. He would get so excited watching the train and all the kids, it was great. So, at the end of the movie, the main little boy tells the audience how he always hears the bells ringing because he will always believe in Santa. The minute the movie was over and the credits started rolling, Austin walked over to my mom (AKA Katie Nana) sniffed three times, threw his head on the couch and began sobbing uncontrollably. He was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; that the movie was over, that he cried until his entire face was red and puffy. It was so sad but so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; about his little friends as he is that movie! I have become very close to this gal at church who has a little girl a little older than Austin. Her name is Maggie and she is adorable. Well, we were over at their house tonight, because Leigh Ann was so kind to watch the boys for me. It was time to go and after some crying and struggling I finally got Austin in the car. The only problem was that for the 10 minute drive home all I heard coming from Austin was, "MAGGIE.......MAGGIE.......MAGGIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I swear. It was the saddest thing ever. He called her name the whole way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first born son. This passionate little 2 year old bundle of love. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smokin'&lt;/span&gt; crack crazy how much I love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-567237011113172108?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/567237011113172108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=567237011113172108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/567237011113172108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/567237011113172108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-son.html' title='My son...'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-883766216563272157</id><published>2007-11-29T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:25:39.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at Last!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited I could scream! After 13 months of living on my parents basement, we are finally moving into our own house! We found this really cute, 3 bedroom, 2 bath, house for rent. It is so stinkin cute and there are so many possiblities! The outside is a pale yellowish color with white shutters. It has a cute little front porch with a swing! I KNOW!! Our landlord is putting new appliances in the kitchen and a new washer and dryer. They are also fencing in the back yard, which is about 1/2 acre for the boys to play in!. I am so excited! I have already started planning my decorating project. I have 2 twin beds that I am going to paint for the boys, and we are gonna paint our bedroom set as well. It seems the only furniture we need is for the living room. Anyway...we are going to have our own place and I couldn't be more excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-883766216563272157?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/883766216563272157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=883766216563272157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/883766216563272157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/883766216563272157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-at-last.html' title='Home at Last!'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-43804251807054751</id><published>2007-11-26T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:57:49.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in general</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know...but I am not going to apologize. I mean if you can't understand that life gets in the way when you have kids, then oh well. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ebbn&lt;/span&gt; thinking a lot about life lately. I look at my beautiful children and see what a fun stage they are both in and wonder where the heck the time goes. I mean... weren't they born just yesterday? I remember...I was supposed to be at a 423 worship night on Feb.18, 2005 but instead I was heave ho-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; a baby out. I remember. Now he is coming up on 3 years old and I love him even more today than I did yesterday. Same thing with Hunter. He came so quickly and so easily, but still this little person and now he is walking all over the place and talking all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why do the changes in life make us sad sometimes? I always thought that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; up was the coolest thing ever, and I couldn't wait to get to those next levels of life. Now, as I see my children growing like weeds I miss those babies who needed me more than anything else. I guess that's how most parents feel when they see their children getting older. You like seeing them grow in their independence but you still wish you could rock them to sleep every night. I just wish as we grew we wouldn't push aside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;needingness&lt;/span&gt; that we all have as children. Because as a parent it is nice to be needed every once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-43804251807054751?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/43804251807054751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=43804251807054751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/43804251807054751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/43804251807054751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-in-general.html' title='Life in general'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-8866327660448162273</id><published>2007-07-24T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:56:32.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a catch up!</title><content type='html'>SO.......I know.....I suck at blogging. It seems to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; sentence. I can give all kinds of excuses like...I am mom. How's that? That would pretty much sum it all up! Although my friends, Kim and Jen, are both mom's too and they can put sentences together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to catch everyone up on things that have gone on the past couple of months. I coached a girls softball team this summer. We were pretty good and actually ended up winning our league, which then meant that I would coach the All-Star team. We played in our tournament and didn't do so hot, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; OK. My boys are growing so fast. It is sad! I mean, wasn't Austin just born yesterday? And when did I have Hunter??? It is just plain craziness. The boys are great. Austin will start Preschool this Fall and he is so excited about "his school". He is really a smart kid. You tell him something and it sticks with him. Like, for instance, we went to the Montgomery Zoo with all the kids at our church. Austin was having fun walking with the big kids and looking at all the animals. Hayden, (a bigger boy) says,"Look at that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hyena&lt;/span&gt;!" To which Austin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;replies&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hyena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maned&lt;/span&gt; Wolf" So I am sitting there hearing this conversation between a fourth grader and a 2 yr old. I walk over and look at the sign, and wouldn't you know that it was a freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;maned&lt;/span&gt; wolf!!! He learned about them on Go Diego Go. So there...my kid is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hunter will be 1 next month. He is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; cute I could eat him! He has these big blue eyes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair! I mean...Gerber baby all the way! He is crawling all over the place and is starting to say things like "uh oh" and "bye bye".  He loves his big brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; they play so good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I are doing good. I have kinda had the summer off because we don't do a kids program during the summer. Aaron has been doing things here and there with the kids, but it has been a pretty slow summer. We are trying to figure out where God is leading us at this point in our lives. We love being here and leading the kids, but at the same time, we know that this is not a career. We are exploring our options and would love your thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-8866327660448162273?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8866327660448162273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=8866327660448162273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/8866327660448162273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/8866327660448162273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-for-catch-up.html' title='Time for a catch up!'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-6418084536474519187</id><published>2007-06-04T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:30:01.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>...so I guess it's fair to say that I officially suck at blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I haven't done this in over a month. What the hey? Well...lots has happened. The boys are growing so fast. Hunter weighs a ton. I really wouldn't be surprised if he were over 25 pounds. He will be 10 months soon and, I swear, could win the Gerber Baby look-a-like contest. He is that cute! He is crawling around everywhere, and putting everything in his mouth. Austin is getting so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;growny&lt;/span&gt;!! He talks like he's 4. He can count to 10(some numbers in Spanish thanks to Dora and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deigo&lt;/span&gt;). He knows all his colors, although he does tend to get them mixed up every now and then. He knows his shapes. And I found out the other day that he can say the ABC's. I had no idea. I mean, yes we go over them from time to time, but he started singing the song and sang the whole thing. Needless to say my jaw was on the floor! He will more than likely start preschool in September. There is a 2 year old class and they teach the basic stuff. I think it will be great for him to be with other kids in a classroom setting. He really enjoys playing and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have been pretty busy. We took a trip to Nashville in May to see Aaron's mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;step dad&lt;/span&gt;. They flew into Nashville and we drove up. We stayed at this great resort right beside the Grand Ole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Opry&lt;/span&gt;. It was nice getting out of town and being in a totally different place. The kids had a great time seeing the grandparents too! After we got back, I took off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt;, FL to attend a friend's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bachlorette&lt;/span&gt; party. It was...different! I got a big awakening as to what the single life looks like these days! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; felt like the old mama!! It was fun though. I enjoyed seeing friends that I haven't seen in a while! When I got home, I jumped right back into life. We had softball games to go to and then me and the boys went to Montgomery to visit Devan and the girls. Aaron was working on a big project and Wes was out of town, so it was just us girls! It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;     My softball team had been great this year. We have 2 games left, but we have already been named first place in the league. It has been a blast! Us being 1st place means that we will be coaching the All-Star team for the next couple of months. I am looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-6418084536474519187?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6418084536474519187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=6418084536474519187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/6418084536474519187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/6418084536474519187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-6632593917603138210</id><published>2007-04-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:53:38.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all join in the Hallelujah chorus!</title><content type='html'>I can not express how happy, nay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; that I am about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sanjaya's&lt;/span&gt; long awaited boot from American Idol. I am still upset at the fact that we, as American Idol fans had to be subjected to that kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; awful singing for the past 2 months! Paula was right in saying that the kid thrived on the fact that everyone hated him! I just don't get it. It was like watching a really bad freak show. The singing was terrible, the hair was worse, and lets not forget the fact that he is the prissiest one of the entire bunch. The whole thing was just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I was pleasantly surprised by my new favorite, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; Sparks! The girl has it. She really does. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; she opens her mouth she gives me chills. She's young but mature and absolutely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. I think it will come down to her and Malinda Doolittle. In the end, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; will win for the simple fact that Malinda doesn't need American Idol to go on and have a fabulous career. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; also has the whole "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pop star&lt;/span&gt;" look going on. We will see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first softball game with my girls team last night. I was in charge of getting the lineup and positions together, which is not too easy! You see we have about 7 players that aren't great. I have to figure out where to put them in the lineup, so that we have decent hitters all throughout the game. If you don't know softball, then you are totally lost right now. Anyway, I got it together and did an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; job of spreading them out. We started out great. Our pitcher was on fire, and our defense great! We were winning 3-2,and then...disaster! One of our girls made a small mistake and got all shook up about it. Well, instead of getting over it and playing ball, she got huffy and threw the ball away, causing the other team to score 4 runs. So, the game went on and it was the last inning. We were the home team so we got to bat last. We came in to bat with the score 8-4...we were the 4. Our girls never gave up. They were determined to win and stuck it out. With 2 outs, we were able to load the bases. Then we got a break when their pitcher choked. She ended up walking in the tying and winning runs. YEAH!! We won 9-8. Our girls were so excited. It was great. I must tell you...coaching is totally different from playing! I have always been the player. Being the coach is much harder because you really can't control ANYTHING on the field. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I have decided that I may need medication to get through the rest of the season. More details later!!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-6632593917603138210?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6632593917603138210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=6632593917603138210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/6632593917603138210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/6632593917603138210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-all-join-in-hallelujah-chorus.html' title='Let&apos;s all join in the Hallelujah chorus!'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-8909695692809426007</id><published>2007-04-13T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:23:18.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>So I guess I should explain. I totally bragged about this blogging thing being easier than I thought in an earlier post and then....2 weeks of no blogging! I know. But I can explain. You see, our household has been without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access for about a week. Add on top of that all the things I have had going on and you can see where I would have lost my way a little! So I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Passion play went amazing. Aaron did an amazing job portraying Jesus. It was very powerful and touching to many people. I had three songs to sing and it went very well. I even had a little ego boost when a lady in our church asked when I would cut my first CD. Yea...that felt good! My kids choir also sang on Palm and Easter Sunday's. They, of course, did great and made me very proud. The next week at choir practice, they loudly reminded me of our little bet we had made, concerning American Idol. So...now I have have to go audition somewhere. This should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls softball team is getting better and better. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to have our first game this past Saturday, but it rained like cats and dogs. I am excited to see how they play in a game. They are really good during practice, but games are always different. One thing I am getting excited about, though! I have taken this little girl named Peyton on as a project. She has the most natural athletic talent that I have ever seen. She has only played one year of softball, but you would never know by seeing her play.  She really reminds me a lot of myself when I was younger. So I have talked with her mother and expressed my interest in teaching her more with catching and hitting. This brought about another idea. Softball is a big deal in our small town. There are those that will drive 2 hours away to spend $45 on 30 minutes of coaching from a hitting coach or whatever. I know the game inside and out and can teach pretty much anyone. I am seriously considering starting a side business, teaching girls how to hit a fast pitch softball. I am very excited about the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time yesterday with Dee and Wes and the girls. It was Stella Kate's 3rd birthday party. They were planning on having all the kids outside, but due to the out of the blue cold weather, it had to be inside. But it was still a great time. Stella Kate, of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prissed&lt;/span&gt; around in her party dress that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;resembled&lt;/span&gt; the infamous Easter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bubble suit&lt;/span&gt; that Dee wore back in the day. She got some great toys and had a beautiful Strawberry Shortcake cake. Seriously, the best cake I have ever seen. Happy Birthday Stinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all be going to Auburn today to see Jordan's Senior Project unveiling. She will be graduating this May and this pretty much decides if she will be considered a good graphic designer or not. So we are all going to be apart of what has been her "baby" for the past four years. We will be having dinner afterwards that will double as her "Congratulations" and birthday dinner. I ma looking forward to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to comment on American Idol for just a minute. Have you ever been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; bored in your entire life?? I mean, this whole season is a total bore! I literally have to smack myself awake during some of the shows. I have to say that I am totally disgusted with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;votefortheworst&lt;/span&gt;.com. They are the ones responsible for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt; still being on this show. I hope that they are proud of the fact that they are kicking off well deserving singers for a few minutes of stupid publicity. They all know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt; sucks. It is just wrong that good singers are having to give up their dreams because of a bunch of idiots. There...I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-8909695692809426007?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8909695692809426007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=8909695692809426007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/8909695692809426007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/8909695692809426007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-3671285621309845044</id><published>2007-03-30T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:23:16.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting things</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of exciting things going on in my life right now. And, no, I am NOT pregnant again!! God knows I couldn't handle that right now. I have been in a funk for a while. Like the feeling totally worthless, not wanting to get out of bed and face life kinda funk. I found myself even resenting the fact that I HAD to take care of my children. I really looked at myself in the mirror and hated what I saw. I saw someone who had let herself go to a point she never thought possible. GROSS! I found out that my husband didn't even think I loved him anymore. That I was so bogged down in my depressing state that I couldn't even see the great and wonderful things going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;     I know most of you that know me, think of me as this funny, happy person, but I must admit that I put on a very good show. I put on my happy face when I walk out the door, but return to my hole of misery when I come home. And I guess the most discouraging and heartbreaking thing to me and Aaron, is the fact that I have no idea why I have felt this way. I can't pinpoint it. I wish I could say that a particular event in my life has left me feeling like this, but I can't. And I may be stubborn, but I don't want to write all this off as post-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;partem&lt;/span&gt; depression, because I almost feel like that would be a cop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The exciting thing about this very depressing time is that I know God is teaching me very valuable lessons through it. Some of these lessons I have already established, but others are still unclear. And that's OK. I am finally excited about getting back to normal, what ever that is. I am ready to feel like a person again. To have a personality again, to love life again. It has been so long since any of these feelings have been present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Our church is doing a Passion play on Palm Sunday. We have been practicing this week to finalize everything. I am playing the part of Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Magdalene&lt;/span&gt; and Aaron will be portraying Jesus. It is amazing to see how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; powerful this play will be, even though we have only practiced. God is using the most unlikely people to step out and bring something very special to His son's story. I will be singing three songs in the program, Via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dolorosa&lt;/span&gt;, Above All, and Redeemer. My kids choir will be singing Above All with me, so I am very excited about that. I am excited about using the talents that God has given me to help tell the story of Jesus Christ's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crucifixion&lt;/span&gt;. I am blessed and honored to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I an excited about is my softball team. As I mentioned before, I am coaching a 9-10 year old girls softball team this year. We have got 15 great girls. Not all of them are talented in softball, in fact, some have never played at all. But they all have heart and determination. They all try and work very hard. We are eager to begin our games, which will start mid-April, so future updates for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I am excited about is the opportunity to step back from all of the craziness in life and realize that God, my husband, and my kids, all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; love me. God continues to bless me beyond belief, even though there have been some dark skies. Aaron, has remained my rock, even when he didn't want to . He continues to love me and pray for my inner healing. Austin wakes up every morning running into our room shouting, "MOMMY!!!!!" He will come up to me and quietly say,"Wanna hug", or "kiss". Hunter can make me feel better just by looking at me and smiling. Those big blue eyes are pure heaven. I couldn't have a better support system to pull me out of this dull season. I am EXCITED about living. I am EXCITED about my marriage. I am EXCITED about playing with my kids! I am excited about God's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-3671285621309845044?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3671285621309845044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=3671285621309845044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/3671285621309845044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/3671285621309845044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/exciting-things.html' title='Exciting things'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-6840658642870985315</id><published>2007-03-26T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:34:31.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our God is an artist!</title><content type='html'>I know most of you are thinking...yep...she stinks at this blogging thing already! But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; really not the case. You see, I have been without computer access for the past week. I was able to blog at Devan's but that's it. Mother took the computer with her to the grandparents last week so I was left without.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     I have been having so much fun lately. I was asked to help coach a 9 and 10 year old girls softball team. I had my moment where I thought I probably wasn't the one for the job. I played, sure, but I had never coached before. But it has been so fun. The girls are great. They want to learn and get better, and I think they think it's cool to have a young, girl coach. I have been &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt; a few of them how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fast pitch&lt;/span&gt;, and I must say, they are blowing me away. I would have never guessed these young girls could be this good. I am totally in my element and loving every minute of it. I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; you posted on how our season goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have never thought of our God as such an incredible artist, until now. I always knew that this world was beautiful and that He was responsible for all of it, but it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; amazing. We began watching the series, "Planet Earth," on Discovery Channel last night. I have never been speechless about anything in my life, but watching these shows I was awestruck. I mean, you see all of these amazing creatures in their element and doing what is totally normal to them. All of their little quirks and habits that make them different from all others and you are amazed. I just sat there with my mouth wide open for at least half the show. My mother put it best when she said, "Watching this it makes me think that when He decided to create the Earth, God looked around and said,'Let's play!'" I mean, think about it...God just said, "I think I am gonna make a bear," and there it was. It's like He was playing, creating these perfect little creatures, however He wanted them to be! That is art. The best thing about this program, though, is the fact that people of all different walks of life will tune in. Everyone can see this awesome creation we call Earth. And if they see all these amazing things, then how can they think there is no God!! I can't wait for another segment to air....God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-6840658642870985315?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6840658642870985315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=6840658642870985315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/6840658642870985315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/6840658642870985315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-god-is-artist.html' title='Our God is an artist!'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-7503197257147522635</id><published>2007-03-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:51:45.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The past few days have been hard. Everyone around here is on Spring Break, so that means all the youth kiddos are calling Aaron to go fishing or play golf. Which, in turn, leaves me having loads of fun with the kids. Now, there are some of you that may think I complain about my children a little too much, but lets put it into perspective here. Austin was 10 months old when I got pregnant with Hunter, which means they are only 18 months apart. If you think having kids 2 years apart is difficult, you would be floored at how much difference that 6 months makes. It's not like having a toddler and a baby...more like 2 babies. I love my kids dearly, but Momma is in need of a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend some time with Dev yesterday and today. We all came up to Montgomery last night and I sang with Dev and Wes at church last night. It was great and really made me miss the good ole days when we all were part of the worship band. I really love that type of worship. I like the good old time hymns but I really love the freedom of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contemporary&lt;/span&gt; worship. Anyway- we all had a great time and Austin and Stella are still working on sharing when they get together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to comment a little on my friend, Jen's, blog from the other day. She was talking about how some of her neighborhood parents were bothered by the fact that a group of youth from a local church were at the park passing out balloons to the children. They were inviting the kids to an Easter Egg hunt. Now there were many different views regarding this, but I, for one, am very torn on this. I am all about telling people about the gospel, but I don't ever want someone to feel like I forced it on them. I was in the same church that Jen and her family attended a few years back. And, like she said on her blog, they promoted "Servant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Evangelism&lt;/span&gt;" . Every couple of weeks we heard of a different project going on. It was passing out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;, or glow bracelets, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;, or even light bulbs. And, like Jen said, each item had a little note that said, "This is to show you that God loves you...No strings attached!" It just came across as a little desperate. It just seemed like there were always strings attached. We got to a point where we felt like heathens because we didn't participate. Now, I may have opened up a can here with my opinion but this is how I feel. I love Jesus and I love what He has brought to my life. I could go on and on about how wonderful He is and tell you every amazing thing that has come about by having Him in my life. But that's an individual choice that everyone has to make on their own. And, having been there, it doesn't help at all when you have people throwing Christianity in your face. I believe we, as Christians, have to come to a point where we can share with non-believers without coming across as "Holier Than Thou". I don't know how to do that, but I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I thank Jen for her point of view. She is very wise and I share many of her opinions. I gotta run do the Mommy thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-7503197257147522635?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7503197257147522635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=7503197257147522635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/7503197257147522635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/7503197257147522635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/loads-of-fun.html' title='Loads of Fun'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-4082398412609973591</id><published>2007-03-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:39:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     I had to stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; from church today. Yes, my kids are sick again! It's like a whole different country down here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt;. I think all these yucky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;virus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thingies&lt;/span&gt; just live longer down here, therefore getting people sick at least three times before dying out. Austin was never sick in Denver, but since moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt; he has been sick at least three times. Like the fever and runny nose and just plain feeling gross. Hunter is sick now. He is very congested and has a little cough. I hate the thought of getting them vaccinated but it has been entering my mind a lot lately. I dunno! HELP!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     I had another very sleepless night again. I know it is mostly to blame because Hunter isn't feeling well, but he wasn't much worse than he usually is. I know that Austin was sleeping through the night at 5 months. I'm not sure Hunter will until he's 2. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; how different my kids are. Dev blogged on this same subject a few days ago. It's so true though. Austin was a great baby! I mean EASY. Sure he had his moments where I thought I would go crazy, but for the most part he was an angel. He loved nursing, but would take a bottle and go to just about anyone. Hunter on the other hand is totally different. He adores nursing and up until 3 weeks ago would have nothing to do with a bottle, even one filled with breast milk. If it wasn't mommy it was nothing at all. And lets talk about him being a #1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MOMMY'S&lt;/span&gt; BOY. He will not go to anyone else. If he is tired or upset about anything, he wants me and only me. I love and hate it at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     I am looking forward to this next week. I am going up to Dev's with the family. We (me, Dev and Wes) are going to be singing in a worship service together. I really miss singing all the time! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; with Devan. I love singing with her. It will be lots of fun with all the kids together. Austin and Stella Kate absolutely love each other. They play so good together, well, until one of them gets the others toys. Then it can get crazy. Stella makes sure to tell Austin, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Autin&lt;/span&gt;...you not take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; you!" It is so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     Won't be able to blog for a few days. Mom will take the laptop with her to my grandparents house for a few days. Maybe I can get on at Dev's if I really need to vent! God's peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-4082398412609973591?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4082398412609973591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=4082398412609973591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/4082398412609973591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/4082398412609973591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-had-to-stay-home-from-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-5652275619911222709</id><published>2007-03-16T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:48:09.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Happiness</title><content type='html'>I am starting to feel like I underestimated myself as far as blogging goes. It seems I am much better at this than I gave myself credit. I must admit that it is only when both children are sleeping soundly that I am allowed to think clearly enough to put even a few good sentences together! I know there are those that feel my pain!&lt;br /&gt;      Do you ever feel like you don't matter in this world? Like your life serves no other purpose than to wipe noses, hands and butts? I have been feeling like that for a while. I sometimes feel like others look down on me because I don't have a 9-5 job, or because I don't have a house, or for a million different reasons. I was talking with my husband the other night and finally found the words to express what I have been feeling for some time.&lt;br /&gt;     Since the minute our son , Austin, was born I was changed. I mean, of course, I felt different knowing that I was now a mommy, but there was something else. It sounds horrible, but I feel like the minute he was born, a part of me died. Like my whole personality changed and everything else was swallowed up. Don't get me wrong, I love being a mommy and I wouldn't change it for the world, but a part of me finds it a little unfair that my entire life had to change. My whole world is now consumed by my children. There's nursing Hunter, then feeding Austin, then diaper changes, more nursing, then naps, etc. I know that I need time for myself, but where can you get"a little extra time" at the store? And even when I do have a little time to myself all I wanna do is sleep!&lt;br /&gt;     I feel like I have lost myself in my mommy role. I told Aaron that I don't really know how to be happy anymore. Sure, my husband and my kids bring me joy and love beyond compare, but I am talking about self-happiness. I have lost that chip! If you really know me, you know that I have always been a very outgoing, fun-loving person. I just can't seem to look in the mirror and feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; happy about who I am. I know that God is bringing me through this for a reason, and I know that after this season I will be much stronger. I would, however, appreciate your prayers as I seek my true inner happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-5652275619911222709?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5652275619911222709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=5652275619911222709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/5652275619911222709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/5652275619911222709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-happiness.html' title='True Happiness'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-1715729525509636742</id><published>2007-03-15T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:39:23.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God...Can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>Well...last night would have to be the worst night I have had in a very long time. To start things off my kids choir was terrible. Those kids had to be pumped full of Lord knows what to act as badly as they did. And let's just throw in the fact that someone came into my room and took our music. Yeah...AT CHURCH!!! It is nowhere to be found. So I had nothing for them to sing...which was great!&lt;br /&gt;      Things went smoothly threw dinner, which never happens so I was glad. But then, as I enter the nursery with Hunter, I see Austin, bent over the workers lap, feet in the air and his butt just as high! BARE!! Apparently, whoever had changed the previous diaper didn't fasten it tight enough. It ( the diaper) had gotten very full of both #'s 1 and 2 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to come undone, slip down his leg, and fall onto the floor where he then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; in it!! What's the outcome, you may ask??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;POOPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CROCS&lt;/span&gt;, that's what! So after I handed Hunter off and cleaned Austin up I realized that the sitter had forgotten to bring the diaper bag to the nursery. So, off I go to find the bag. Well, I found it, but by the time I get back to the nursery, Austin had taken it upon himself to potty train himself with a fireman's helmet. Yep...piss everywhere. And oddly enough he was dry. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;      Youth group went fine. I just wish these kids would care. We have a couple of kids that just don't get it...no matter what you try to teach on. It can be very discouraging and prayer would be very much appreciated. So after everything is said and done, we are trying to load the kids into the car when, you guessed it, Austin takes a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spill&lt;/span&gt; in the parking lot. Screaming baby, screaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toddler&lt;/span&gt;, bloody knee, bloody hand from wiping bloody knee...Mom who wants to pull her hair out!&lt;br /&gt;     So you can only imagine my mood when we finally reached the house. Not very good! Then we all ( my folks, me and Aaron) get to talking about things. As it turns out, we are all in bad moods and no one can say anything right. So it just escalates and soon we have a huge fight going on at the preachers house! Lucky neighbors. Anyway, everything got resolved and things are good now. I still have yet to get a good night's sleep. You would think by his eating habits that Hunter is a starving Ethiopian. But he is as round as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pillsbury&lt;/span&gt; Dough Boy. So, mama is praying for the day when he sleeps through the night.&lt;br /&gt;      OK... if you read my last blog you should know that I wasn't too sad to see Brandon go last night on Idol. He just didn't do anything for me. But please explain to me one more time why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt; is even on the show? It's still a mystery to me. Hayley...I would start packing my bags, cause it looks like he may be around for a sad sad while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-1715729525509636742?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1715729525509636742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=1715729525509636742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/1715729525509636742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/1715729525509636742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/godcan-you-hear-me.html' title='God...Can you hear me?'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-2640290661428886086</id><published>2007-03-14T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:50:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK...Here it is...</title><content type='html'>...my view on this thing we call American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what is going on this year. I mean, if the top 24 weren't a strange enough group, we add the fact that America voted off 2 great singers for 2 lousy ones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt; and Sabrina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; deserved to be in that top 12. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt; and Haley should be thanking their lucky stars and then calling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sundance&lt;/span&gt; and Sabrina to apologize for stealing their spots.  Moving on... last night was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. Brandon and Haley forgetting the words, Chris and Blake changing the songs, and please tell me what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt; was doing with his hair. Let's just take it down the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon isn't all that great of a singer. There is a reason he was a backup singer and I think we have uncovered it. You just can't forget your words at this stage in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda is absolutely brilliant. She has the most amazing voice I have ever heard and I will be floored if she doesn't make the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is confusing. I really like his voice, and think for the most part he has done a good job, but he is so hard to watch. I mean, the hair and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lisp&lt;/span&gt;...I dunno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina is a hard one. Sometimes I love her, but then Simon is right about her screaming. I don't know what to think about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil I really like. He has a great voice, but I think he tries too hard sometimes. If he could just pick the right songs, he could be a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley has no business being on that stage. She tires to hard and wants nothing more than to sound like Celine Dion. She should be the first to go after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sanjaya&lt;/span&gt;...has anyone else in American Idol history looked as ridiculous as this kid did last night. He looked like he let his little sister play dress up on him. That hair was just wrong and his voice wasn't any better than the hair. GO HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lakisha! That girl can sing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; she opens her mouth you are guaranteed chills. She is definitely "church grown". She will be in the finals as long as she opens up and shows some personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake is pretty good. He can really sing, he just needs to focus on that rather on putting his own spin on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie disappointed me last night. I thought she would do really well with a Diana Ross song, but she kinda bombed. I think she will be around for a while, but she needs to pick better songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really liked Chris. I can't ever understand what he is saying because he puts way too many runs in. I think he overdoes it and really doesn't sing all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; is good. For being only 17 she has a set of pipes. I love her personality and her voice is crystal clear. I think Melinda and Lakisha need not count her out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...so there it is. You now know my Idol opinion even if you didn't want too! I love the show, but they need to do something to pull everyone back in. This year has been a tad boring.&lt;br /&gt;A little side note... I think Devan and I have both been coaxed into trying out for AI next year. Devan by a friend and me by my Children's Choir. I lost a bet with them and that was the punishment. This could be very interesting!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-2640290661428886086?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2640290661428886086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=2640290661428886086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/2640290661428886086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/2640290661428886086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/okhere-it-is.html' title='OK...Here it is...'/><author><name>Lauren</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8150256668687339275.post-8695890514799499395</id><published>2007-03-13T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:30:29.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...ME TOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rdvycNEQaOI/RfbDP6iVufI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D4a_SapcQA4/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041431511066589682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rdvycNEQaOI/RfbDP6iVufI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D4a_SapcQA4/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rdvycNEQaOI/RfbDQaiVugI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GKcW3fzibUA/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041431519656524290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rdvycNEQaOI/RfbDQaiVugI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GKcW3fzibUA/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...I too have entered into the world of blogging! I will state, just as my friend Kim did, that if you are looking for something deep...don't look here! I have 2 children, with the oldest turning 2 last month. SO you can see that I don't have that many deep thoughts these days! I never got the whole "writing your feelings down" thing. I would much rather talk about how I feel to someone who "gets" me. But these days it seems there isn't anyone to fill that role for me. Now, don't think my husband is a punk and that we don't talk about anything. It's just that he works all day, like most, and we don't get that "talk time" until after the kids are in bed, which can be trying some nights! And as a stay at home mom, there are some days that last forever and stuff seems to build up throughout the day to the point where either I am too tired or too angry to talk about it when Aaron gets home! I know there are those of you that can relate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...blogging seemed to be the best therapy route! I read Devan's (my bid sis) and just laugh my butt off! So anyway! Here I am...an official member of BLOG NATION! This I know will be trying, with screaming babies and tired fingers, but I will give it a go and see how it takes! Much love to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8150256668687339275-8695890514799499395?l=kerchnerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8695890514799499395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8150256668687339275&amp;postID=8695890514799499395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/8695890514799499395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8150256668687339275/posts/default/8695890514799499395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerchnerworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesme-too.html' title='Yes...ME TOO!!'/><author><name>Lauren</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://bp0.blogger.com/_rdvycNEQaOI/RfbDP6iVufI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D4a_SapcQA4/s72-c/Picture+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
