tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86346913797174699862024-03-13T08:26:31.810-07:00Sunny DazeMrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-76940167841762127032009-02-22T07:33:00.000-08:002009-02-22T07:34:24.495-08:00Tressie Turns Three!<div><embed src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3530822107867131119&site=widget-ef.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107867131119&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/p1/3530822107867131119/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107867131119&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/p2/3530822107867131119/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107867131119&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ef.slide.com/p4/3530822107867131119/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-86718952042216850462009-02-17T07:04:00.000-08:002009-02-17T07:06:52.072-08:00The Truth (at last)Okay ladies, it wasn't the scarf that I was after at the Christmas party. It was the box it came in! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span> It matches my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">living room</span> decor (jungle). Sis. Linda got the scarf because, well, after all that commotion I would not dare wear it in public.Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-1837276306704471092009-02-15T16:15:00.000-08:002009-02-15T16:19:15.823-08:00An Incredible Day<div>Madelynn went to sunday school today with Josh and Tressie so we went to John's Incredible Pizza afterword. The three of them flat wore John out! Here's a shot of teir adventure.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303183076551169538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBnHgSXdeli1CYVRjsq2a1WfoOjGbXvLcNOyMb8RU-mXhibauxIMD99UrrQwPMd8CfEKZJXz1T1twOe6m7xxW8j9KrjgYpZHC4I0L1DBU5hyUaxNPBrCE1PBj4gHM3RCJDj6NjCmbnnuf/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-74964155244691005542009-02-07T10:34:00.000-08:002009-02-07T20:45:59.312-08:00Happy Birthday Tressie!!!We are so proud of you, Tressie!!! You are such a beautiful, intellegent little girl!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT6udzBk7nQ_i3t5_yeEYpR1t8b8WR6Fr3urkne0xER5DHyA_OhL_GJe0G4PgFe57fM_LBpKIGib9s3xLP_haDQeMYSoDrppIIES-qItJCu5cLQP31fFl6cGoJsq53WrP0d23kOQgzVfv/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300280145844187330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT6udzBk7nQ_i3t5_yeEYpR1t8b8WR6Fr3urkne0xER5DHyA_OhL_GJe0G4PgFe57fM_LBpKIGib9s3xLP_haDQeMYSoDrppIIES-qItJCu5cLQP31fFl6cGoJsq53WrP0d23kOQgzVfv/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /></a> We hope you enjoyed picking out your Build-a-Bear! <br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dypXbETGuaGFGXLTvFi5inwvlizQisUZMROjxn8_eanot5Xx4t9Qgj74mErtKRtIOZCrp4YEOCVyGgzyqh8zQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4WVEn6JuLh_p0_-cxtAdAcgcieV5yXJr8Xp88YJCes-I1B9ioCLqvz0hOAt6i1Pa_vT0pSeevuaMpY88hXZbjr2h3dICm-Qs1lJTiz_sYYAF2MLyCoBrgGNmUnFSt7LVGPtdFp9Xq3fE/s1600-h/070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300279773028987714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4WVEn6JuLh_p0_-cxtAdAcgcieV5yXJr8Xp88YJCes-I1B9ioCLqvz0hOAt6i1Pa_vT0pSeevuaMpY88hXZbjr2h3dICm-Qs1lJTiz_sYYAF2MLyCoBrgGNmUnFSt7LVGPtdFp9Xq3fE/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-57566708776068564232009-02-01T16:01:00.001-08:002009-02-01T16:17:32.525-08:00Ha Ha Ha...That's what I get!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VhVuI9R0_vjv_bKiwQU2YKv0LtmW3tRa_bcpljfPOZVdJ3KLL1eH9qUdEGb6Ox55wsEPhvjOFwjA0d2jmHbJzWdf9l34EEELIiy_0ZJQmol6oKShYF0hgXafe5a_EH0yVE6HzbvX6V4Z/s1600-h/football.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VhVuI9R0_vjv_bKiwQU2YKv0LtmW3tRa_bcpljfPOZVdJ3KLL1eH9qUdEGb6Ox55wsEPhvjOFwjA0d2jmHbJzWdf9l34EEELIiy_0ZJQmol6oKShYF0hgXafe5a_EH0yVE6HzbvX6V4Z/s400/football.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297987489923499106" /></a><br />This last Friday at school we had our annual staff vs students flag football game. Last year I made a skirt out of an exercise suit so I could get out there and "show the students who's boss". Of course, I didn't know that I was pregnant and could have easily lost Heidi as hard as I was playing. Anyway, that was last year. So, Friday I donned the winning outfit again. Of course, I had to give the students a hard time about how bad they were going to loose, and one of the boys in my class said, "Ok Mrs. Willman, what if the students beat you guys this year?", and so I made a deal that if we lost he could have my staff jersey shirt for bragging rights. Of course we won though. 40 something to 20 something. We purposely let them get some points so they wouldn't be creamed so bad.<br /><br />Let me tell you though..I have paid for it all weekend! Talk about pulled muscles and whiplash! Saturday about killed me and today (Sunday) I am just a bit better. There were some pretty good falls. Of course the kids just love it when a teacher goes down. Ha.Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-61145158399772903352009-01-28T14:30:00.000-08:002009-01-28T14:33:14.386-08:00Poor Heidi.I took Heidi to the doctor today because she had a bad runny nose. I know, it seemed petty, but I really didn't want to work today. (I do like my job!) Anyway, the doctor looked and looked and didn't find anything wrong. I was feeling pretty stupid until she took that one last look and found an ear infection starting. So hey, we are getting it nipped before it really even gets started! Yeah!Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-52637706155255937622009-01-27T06:31:00.000-08:002009-01-27T06:32:44.507-08:00whoa!That last templet was just a little too much! I'm not even sure if i like this one.Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-38288670262267122412009-01-19T08:49:00.000-08:002009-01-19T08:50:38.495-08:00More MasculineHa, John wanted our blog more masculine. I'm being fecicious.Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-74353313307456464972009-01-19T08:47:00.000-08:002009-01-19T08:49:25.489-08:00<div><embed src="http://widget-95.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3170534137673024405&site=widget-95.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="never"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137673024405&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p1/3170534137673024405/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"/></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137673024405&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p2/3170534137673024405/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"/></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137673024405&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p4/3170534137673024405/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap"/></a></div></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-9706127269493137202009-01-06T08:15:00.000-08:002009-01-06T08:18:18.607-08:00It's a Snow-Heidi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3aTh7nHcA9UcG9B5xpI34bYTf1_aVEkhMtYk3_rsU0iKXHN0fcjHB-VgaT4gC5EKOUoEnWm2lHwU3pYjhbOfQBd55zHqOokvmhYToM6PEAKPsxm20AM8VroZ0DsxjGC_YWOmLobb1LlQ/s1600-h/snowheidi+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288215605926765986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3aTh7nHcA9UcG9B5xpI34bYTf1_aVEkhMtYk3_rsU0iKXHN0fcjHB-VgaT4gC5EKOUoEnWm2lHwU3pYjhbOfQBd55zHqOokvmhYToM6PEAKPsxm20AM8VroZ0DsxjGC_YWOmLobb1LlQ/s400/snowheidi+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-36537833387925824642008-12-28T15:42:00.000-08:002008-12-28T15:51:18.734-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbYHaidC76xPY7NNwMwJiQ4ioJRmcpjXV3_5A0f__Zf0ZNOiwcbul-bMavO8rnoIAMAv1BeBaERBZ12PXCvPwYyfywv6aWAy2TFzd_yeNUBdceThLv91jDoK-OmBDVJmFOkGx0kzAGFzz/s1600-h/potty+training.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284990649092213362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbYHaidC76xPY7NNwMwJiQ4ioJRmcpjXV3_5A0f__Zf0ZNOiwcbul-bMavO8rnoIAMAv1BeBaERBZ12PXCvPwYyfywv6aWAy2TFzd_yeNUBdceThLv91jDoK-OmBDVJmFOkGx0kzAGFzz/s400/potty+training.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">According to the Farmer's Almanac</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">these next few days are the best this month</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">to attempt potty training.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I'm not sure whether or not</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">it is Biblical to follow the almanac</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">but my grand-mother has used it many times.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">She used it to grow crops </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">which I am to understand were quite amazing;</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">her canning was by the moon as well.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong> </div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-1384544816858966822008-12-23T14:07:00.000-08:002008-12-23T14:09:18.583-08:00Remenising....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Lt23FEBmEwkckGCApL7CG4H1JF1odyVDpRMtUHeJOfysHlpwRnt6vs_Fm8BgIN4sY6Al4lvtl-wKjGfyaNaovWsIT8ob1ZxDVVbBjZYRbkU1-3KKOybguhlO7rX7rKcF0s10yi0g-LgU/s1600-h/IM_A0044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283110986346520802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Lt23FEBmEwkckGCApL7CG4H1JF1odyVDpRMtUHeJOfysHlpwRnt6vs_Fm8BgIN4sY6Al4lvtl-wKjGfyaNaovWsIT8ob1ZxDVVbBjZYRbkU1-3KKOybguhlO7rX7rKcF0s10yi0g-LgU/s320/IM_A0044.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-38824440433604616982008-11-19T07:12:00.000-08:002008-11-19T07:14:09.174-08:00wow.<strong></strong><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">$ 72,000!!!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">That was only <em>one</em> of Heidi's hospital bills! Thank God for insurance!</span></strong>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-90685899929691953972008-11-09T08:18:00.001-08:002008-11-09T08:26:26.344-08:00Joshua's Four!!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266693328242243810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fNS9T1EARX4JJ0owb05e13LlJGqWBuOD5KggzKtC2WyN5JjH4xPhM82Nt2BEX3RhF1RukTo0Ghbt3jlMAlaP-XnluzJ49ROzuIZEUD0BQrOla9EDeTFscek3YU8x8RbblsKxuFnQVDtb/s400/100_4947.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266693620840140194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEaC4-fNY8fXpimsL4QNTpig3LpfjDx4yur4f83MQ-lv8b5e05C49XZBZtAy4nn079Ul_r34YNYiEsjZvUCvicdfspsjFZcZD06lPtsF4GadNFaUhxSgG_eZTMu6P1Kq-_2gVK_PXkpsbU/s400/November+2006+021.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQ02IMIBoPKa8J_UVfnU2QRh-cMEtzsSL8XbUlSrk-oQd4cw9beenxAeHS1CM1zrvfuOeaCrqOhd-Rh7cyrJAWgmDEdUWbYqzZbjRbT1gf-a6kMJc1b2O-bIqlVpIcamoKcCLcWcdJmaX/s1600-h/dishes+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266694216737848418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQ02IMIBoPKa8J_UVfnU2QRh-cMEtzsSL8XbUlSrk-oQd4cw9beenxAeHS1CM1zrvfuOeaCrqOhd-Rh7cyrJAWgmDEdUWbYqzZbjRbT1gf-a6kMJc1b2O-bIqlVpIcamoKcCLcWcdJmaX/s400/dishes+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-23030469777312365522008-11-02T08:52:00.000-08:002008-11-09T18:50:59.704-08:00Our Heidi Leanne<p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-e9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"><param name="movie" value="http://widget-e9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="l" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/> <param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&il=1&channel=2882303761534153193&site=widget-e9.slide.com"/></object><p style="white-space:nowrap"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=2882303761534153193&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/p1/2882303761534153193/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=2882303761534153193&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/p2/2882303761534153193/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=2882303761534153193&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/p4/2882303761534153193/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMsAKDKPoddPGosmJZR9NCz4tZs_eWe736Y45lnxYz8l1-tNdZDMbsdnl_J_xRJ8IL_k28Z37fenvohuWjOwe3lXQ0adM8OMCQFXohrLsN9mbXv-dktU06TDD9UZBVYsHDN61BRTiff9Ru/s1600-h/heidi22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264104962738341250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMsAKDKPoddPGosmJZR9NCz4tZs_eWe736Y45lnxYz8l1-tNdZDMbsdnl_J_xRJ8IL_k28Z37fenvohuWjOwe3lXQ0adM8OMCQFXohrLsN9mbXv-dktU06TDD9UZBVYsHDN61BRTiff9Ru/s400/heidi22.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-28166398316806404232008-10-20T06:30:00.000-07:002008-10-20T06:33:27.211-07:00Back to SchoolToday I am back to work. Heidi is in daycare with Tressie. I have mixed feelings about this, but overall, Heidi is doing well and the daycare provider is great. I need to get out of the house and get back to work. I think everything will work out well. Holidays will be here soon.Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-79655949027347480612008-10-15T11:15:00.000-07:002008-10-15T11:32:44.468-07:00Lucky to be Alive!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgrtzS207ejhgB7KXgdkHFevTbcoz-jc5Vu19mpg8_JJelD1ihdjWJLaNJtO86Ff1uEzIxpyou4QL1xQI6xlxLSCqYx40S7J4u3p5ljAJMuCCM_CdGCmvSrhJdBfmCQl1EvTQ9IexQ1Ih/s1600-h/sample+road.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257446331633930994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgrtzS207ejhgB7KXgdkHFevTbcoz-jc5Vu19mpg8_JJelD1ihdjWJLaNJtO86Ff1uEzIxpyou4QL1xQI6xlxLSCqYx40S7J4u3p5ljAJMuCCM_CdGCmvSrhJdBfmCQl1EvTQ9IexQ1Ih/s400/sample+road.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My brothers love to ride bikes. One has a triumph, the other two have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">harleys</span>. Bikes have been a part of our family for as long as I can remember. I even rode little scooters, dirt bikes, three wheelers and quads as a child. My brothers raced them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, there is a saying that says, "It's not wither or not you're gonna go down, it's when you're gonna go down." Well, Brendan went down yesterday at about 60mph. That's how fast he said he was going, but hey, he was going down (or up?) Sample road on a bike, and hey, he's my brother, so I guess that could mean he was going at least 70? Or maybe I should just believe the 60...He was riding alone and someone delivering medical supplies just happened to drive up and find him in the road. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, he's alive to tell about it and that's what matters. He has a horrible <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">road rash</span> on his back and his hand and foot are swollen. He had a concussion and was loosing his eyesight at times after it happened, but did I tell you that he's my brother? Yep. He plans on going to the wrecking yard today to pick up his bike. Crazy I tell you. He's a little upset that the forks are bent on his bike.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">All I can say is that God is merciful because it would be horrible if we lost him. It was sure good to hear his voice this morning. Just pray for him, he's going to be in a lot of pain for a while, and needless to say, out of work as well.</span></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-27328443314600684922008-10-14T16:09:00.001-07:002008-10-14T16:18:28.102-07:00Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhcswXnz-ly3-sSKAA4MtT9QMaftPk0LDBCRExBHrZUdKp06ykYl4lbxgYZNVxBXWwT3KWs5sy9OI4qPVZKxbfYmqXY0MD6BccHxCemh1K_nYB8zr0YOsEDge3409xloAv0HLazUtkbJC/s1600-h/14_stressed_police_officer_observing_the_wreckage_of_his_patrol_car.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257152915839480066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhcswXnz-ly3-sSKAA4MtT9QMaftPk0LDBCRExBHrZUdKp06ykYl4lbxgYZNVxBXWwT3KWs5sy9OI4qPVZKxbfYmqXY0MD6BccHxCemh1K_nYB8zr0YOsEDge3409xloAv0HLazUtkbJC/s400/14_stressed_police_officer_observing_the_wreckage_of_his_patrol_car.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Joshua is afraid of the Police. I think that I mentioned that before, but now, well, he's becoming just a little bit brave in protecting himself from the police (or anyone who looks like them!).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This happened yesterday: </div><br /><div>Joshua wanted some "lemonade chips" you know, the salty lime chips? Well, I took him to the local "stop and rob" to pick up some of these tangy potatoes when lo and behold, in walked an EMT in uniform. (How else would be know he was an EMT?)! Joshua went straight up to this stranger in uniform and began a converation. I was paying for the chips, so I kept an eye on him not knowing everything he was saying to the man. After a while I heard Josua speak up and say, "I didn't break the law!", to which the EMT replied, "That's good!" Joshua then went on to say, "And my mommy didn't break the law either!" He was just making sure that he doesn't get on the bad side of the law. I guess it never hurts to cover your hind end!</div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-66538523982232800192008-10-13T09:28:00.000-07:002008-10-13T09:32:55.935-07:00Parental RightsHow will you vote? Check this out...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1352578267/bctid1819819843">http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1352578267/bctid1819819843</a>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-69295475058303852222008-10-10T08:25:00.000-07:002008-10-10T08:30:38.265-07:00Heidi is Home<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255547478166645826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqpDGp-3cy9XsbvGqxsst0JOnGh-wrozDDioktkcJiN3lgDhyf2G_vPd8ihZcM_bH5CkFkZczslmUzo33d3FKdbs6-dms2Ro88c8GBsa0Cs0nFWwBVv3Oi097NEGdXqOBNfb4tYhscvVut/s400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Here are a few pix that we took since Heidi came home. She came home last Friday and is doing well. Joshua and Tressie are glad to have her and so are John and I!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255547727592011122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcfWcJs9JbZa8K4Ggyb6FAq2VtdHOyvC_r1xl2FNmfkR37FrN1Y8b5TQ3GoeqBOp-SidQ78JYuj6_WiPaeO7wqp26qlbpGC2tZ8iexmulc0PVurc0fyNyuQnxFI0Ca5Px10N747r1t1rG/s400/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-68677325743445674232008-10-02T21:09:00.001-07:002008-10-02T21:12:25.574-07:00The Willman Family<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQKL62jBdgobN6vdezA5WdHX8PaTmGhsj5daNs5Qd0j9nSMI987c8yyGLgG4iBhw_4UehZAKBNDewn5T8f4iPq4oQL75v0ykRFQY7eG9Opn48r73WOz5xtBoIJwbw9mYMWYjsGdf8YRi1/s1600-h/Willman+Family.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252775512114542034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQKL62jBdgobN6vdezA5WdHX8PaTmGhsj5daNs5Qd0j9nSMI987c8yyGLgG4iBhw_4UehZAKBNDewn5T8f4iPq4oQL75v0ykRFQY7eG9Opn48r73WOz5xtBoIJwbw9mYMWYjsGdf8YRi1/s400/Willman+Family.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>If everything continues to go well, Heidi will be home tomorrow!</div>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-25162064944865608202008-10-02T10:15:00.000-07:002008-10-02T10:23:25.057-07:00Told You So!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">They say that a mother's intuition is rarely wrong...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Last night the hospital tested Heidi for the amount of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">phenobarbital</span> in her system, and low and behold it was much higher than it needed to be! They are not giving her a dose today at all, it's that high. Tomorrow they are going to check her levels again and readjust the dosage. Have I mentioned that John and I have thought that the dosage was too high for days? </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Heidi also held her temperature overnight, praise God, and she hasn't needed the oxygen. I haven't left the house yet to see her, just getting a little more needed rest. ((Sorry Amber, I totally forgot that we were supposed to meet!))</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Prayer request: Pray for my friend's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">niece</span> who is full-term and having bad complications. They flew her to San Francisco because there was no room here. I don't know her name, but she and her baby needs prayer.</span>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-17649874917633223892008-10-01T21:32:00.000-07:002008-10-01T21:42:25.806-07:00Baby's First Haircut?<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Okay, so I don't endorse cutting a baby's hair during the first week of life, or even cutting a baby girl's hair at all, but today when we finally took out the last IV off Heidi (yes!) we discovered that there was a small area that they shaved to put in the IV (oops! Don't tell Pastor!). Overall we are relieved that she is finally pulling through and beginning to hold her own. The only hurdles that we see at this point are the issue of keeping up body temperature and oxygen saturation, which could be both caused by the amount of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Phenobarbital</span> she is given. We find out tomorrow whither or not that can be reduced.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">This morning little Heidi was wide eyed and bushy tailed! I have never seen her this alert. She gulped down her bottles in a couple of minutes flat and acted like she could have eaten more! We took pix of her (which we will get back either Thursday or Friday) and yes, she is now <strong>one week old!! Praise God!</strong></span>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-57998784746982792752008-09-30T19:17:00.000-07:002008-09-30T19:37:31.892-07:00Maybe I Should Buy a Lottery Ticket?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Okay, so I am not the type to buy a lottery ticket, but given the odds of having a son that has febrile seizures is 6 out of 100 and the odds of having a baby with a true knot in her umbilical cord is 1 out of 250 and the chances that that girl would even survive is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">extremely</span> slim. Put all those odds together and I'm sure it would be me that bought the winning ticket (or be struck by lightning?)!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Heidi had a good day today. She has been eliminating her waste and drinking her bottles. She does still need to work at keeping her temperature though. One thing that caught me by surprise was when a technician came into the room to take an ultra-sound of her heart to make sure that a hole had closed up. I didn't even know that there was a hole in her heart! She told me that many babies are born with a hole in their hearts but they usually close up after a few hours and hers hadn't yet. What? I'm thinking... Well, I'm almost glad that I didn't know because it just ended up one more thing that I didn't have to worry about. It was closed up today. Everything normal.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">I left early today so that John could go in and feed her at her 6pm feeding. It was the first time he got to hold her and feed her. Yes, we have pix, and when I get them developed they will be here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">All we can say is that God is good all the time, all the time God is good!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span>Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8634691379717469986.post-23250836387871346112008-09-30T06:20:00.000-07:002008-09-30T06:34:44.803-07:00More ProgressThe doctor has checked all of Heidi's vital organs and they all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appear</span> to be just fine. Her reflexes are fine and overall she is still improving. She has been eating very well. And, of course, she sleeps...<br /><br />We don't know at this point if there will be any long-term brain damage, so this is the area we need to focus our prayers. The doctor is a bit concerned that she isn't making broader movements with her arms and legs, and that she isn't peeing as often as she would like her to. Hopefully she will continue to progress in these areas. However, she is on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Phenobarbital</span>, which basically keeps her sedated. That could be why she isn't moving much. The doctor will have a physical therapist come in and work with her if she doesn't improve her movements.<br /><br />She just looks like a healthy baby to me, with the exception that she sleeps <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">a lot</span>. I personally think it's the medication that is keeping her from moving too much. We shall see...Mrs. Willmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17856734631189739848noreply@blogger.com0