<?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-4506117836314152951</id><updated>2011-08-15T13:54:16.516-04:00</updated><category term='couponing'/><category term='Anderson Cousins'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='Joshua'/><category term='David'/><category term='Daniel'/><category term='tongue'/><category term='Grammy'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='homecoming'/><category term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>The Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Joseph - Jessica - Daniel - David - Joshua - Joy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-2539205919854270834</id><published>2010-11-17T23:14:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:57:16.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anderson Cousins'/><title type='text'>Aunt Christy is our Hero!</title><content type='html'>Aunt Christy (Christina &lt;em&gt;Joy&lt;/em&gt;) came to visit from Texas last weekend - without her husband or five daughters! And Joseph was out of town for part of the time, so it was like a girl's weekend ... with my four kids. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played wiffle ball, threw the baseball, chased the pirates, read books, drew pictures, cheered for the Cardinals, braved the heights of the YUM center, folded laundry, ate Chinese, watched for Joseph on TV, cleaned the kitchen, bought breakfast happy meals, worshipped at our church, stayed up late, encouraged me in the Lord ... and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOSq3yAUwwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k7ClsnZrNl8/s1600/Christy%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540741316865213186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOSq3yAUwwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k7ClsnZrNl8/s320/Christy%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOSq3qlTDVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kt2uV7qjpOM/s1600/Christy%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540741301678664146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOSq25bkadI/AAAAAAAAAJE/unnD3xpGCVw/s320/Christy%2B2%2B-%2Bcold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOSq2n3vXVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/J35dtJ001wc/s1600/Christy%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540741296964984146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOSq2n3vXVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/J35dtJ001wc/s320/Christy%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2539205919854270834?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2539205919854270834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2539205919854270834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2539205919854270834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2539205919854270834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/11/aunt-christy-is-our-hero.html' title='Aunt Christy is our Hero!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOSq3yAUwwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k7ClsnZrNl8/s72-c/Christy%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-5332137436220352066</id><published>2010-11-17T22:37:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:25:30.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>David ...</title><content type='html'>1. David (4 1/2 years old) unknowingly created (and often uses!) a new helpful word: "butcept." Here is an example of its usage in context: "I have used all the crayons &lt;em&gt;butcept&lt;/em&gt; the green one." Why choose between "but" and "except" when you can combine them?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Depends or Pretends? In a conversation about what time we eat breakfast, David explained, "What time I eat breakfast pretends when I get up." :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. David and K'nex are a fabulous fit! He discovered them today -- and he did a super job following the directions, choosing the pieces, putting them together and making his "Spy Plane!" How cool is that?! I see hours of wonderful afternoon "qu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOShguTh1KI/AAAAAAAAAI0/u_4SQhfQbzY/s1600/11-17-2010%2B083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540731025130378402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOShguTh1KI/AAAAAAAAAI0/u_4SQhfQbzY/s320/11-17-2010%2B083.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iet time!" Fantastic! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "I not matter." David's got it figured out - "I not matter." What he means is "It doesn't matter to me." But there is some real wisdom in his statement, "I not matter." I pray this becomes a selfless statement from his heart (and mine!) - that he doesn't matter in comparison to God's glory or to the needs/preferences of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-5332137436220352066?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/5332137436220352066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=5332137436220352066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/5332137436220352066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/5332137436220352066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/11/david.html' title='David ...'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TOShguTh1KI/AAAAAAAAAI0/u_4SQhfQbzY/s72-c/11-17-2010%2B083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-6816198674814145128</id><published>2010-10-28T16:44:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:13:37.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Growing Family</title><content type='html'>Thank You, Lord, for our family - established August 7, 1999. &lt;br /&gt;Pictures below are from 2003, 2005, 2007, 2009, and 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMnmCHlA82I/AAAAAAAAAHM/P-PNzZmEZiY/s1600/2003+Nov.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533969370509734786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyb0n8f84I/AAAAAAAAAIs/zC8RmXWjfE8/s320/Joy+and+Joshua+5+-+sitting+and+smiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Brotherly Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyb0Vc3VAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_rCr0kTkjCQ/s1600/Joy+and+Joshua+2+-+hands+above+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533969365545210882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyb0Vc3VAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_rCr0kTkjCQ/s320/Joy+and+Joshua+2+-+hands+above+head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyau6f27DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VTDt4ZStvCM/s1600/Joy+and+Joshua+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533968172899036210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyau6f27DI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VTDt4ZStvCM/s320/Joy+and+Joshua+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyauXORlfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/M6WtWwdng3I/s1600/Joy+and+David+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533968163430045170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyauXORlfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/M6WtWwdng3I/s320/Joy+and+David+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyauBEqp1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-mrvEp_Euks/s1600/Joy+and+David+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533968157484164946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyauBEqp1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-mrvEp_Euks/s320/Joy+and+David+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyat54hp3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/9D18s4AGA78/s1600/Joy+and+Daniel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533968155554195314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyat54hp3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/9D18s4AGA78/s320/Joy+and+Daniel+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyat88mA5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9qvKqp4GjYE/s1600/Joy+and+Daniel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533968156376564626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyat88mA5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9qvKqp4GjYE/s320/Joy+and+Daniel+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-6747176480818249282?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/6747176480818249282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=6747176480818249282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/6747176480818249282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/6747176480818249282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/10/joy-and-boys.html' title='Joy and the Boys'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TMyb0n8f84I/AAAAAAAAAIs/zC8RmXWjfE8/s72-c/Joy+and+Joshua+5+-+sitting+and+smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-114644432967908188</id><published>2010-10-20T16:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:38:28.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>Joy Marie Margaret Bonura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9Q5DC_HqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OlFmlN4VogA/s1600/Joy+pink+hat+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530227808434855586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9Q5DC_HqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OlFmlN4VogA/s320/Joy+pink+hat+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We praise God that Joy Marie Margaret has arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, October 19, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 lbs 1 oz ~ 19 in. ~ 11:09 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is why we chose her names: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Joy - The Bible says there is no greater joy than being in God's presence (Psalm 16:11 "In the presence of the Lord is fulness of joy ...") and my dear sister-in-law is Christina Joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Marie - My wonderful mom is Jan Marie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Margaret - Joy has two lovely, faithful great-grandmothers named Margaret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so very blessed and thankful!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9Ryt4BV2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yyeGteHOZXo/s1600/Jess+and+Joy+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530228799184131938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9Ryt4BV2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yyeGteHOZXo/s320/Jess+and+Joy+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9RvEosDGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YHBPV6nL3Es/s1600/10-19-2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530228736574360674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9RvEosDGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YHBPV6nL3Es/s320/10-19-2010+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9RwiZTPgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ekk-djTjBJ8/s1600/10-19-2010+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530228761742753282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9RwiZTPgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ekk-djTjBJ8/s320/10-19-2010+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-114644432967908188?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/114644432967908188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=114644432967908188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/114644432967908188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/114644432967908188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/10/joy-marie-margaret-bonura.html' title='Joy Marie Margaret Bonura'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TL9Q5DC_HqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OlFmlN4VogA/s72-c/Joy+pink+hat+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-3226523566250049856</id><published>2010-10-13T22:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:55:17.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>95</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our church has an annual "Reformation Party."  In preparation for the party, at church tonight Daniel and David were learning about Martin Luther and his 95 Theses.  &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;As the boys ate their snack at home after church, Joseph and I were asking the boys what they learned.  David described Martin Luther hammering a piece of paper on a door.  Joseph asked him, "Do you know what the piece of paper was called?  (pause)  It has a number.  Do you remember the number?"&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;David grinned and replied, "It is the same number as Lightening McQueen!"  :-)&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-3226523566250049856?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/3226523566250049856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=3226523566250049856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3226523566250049856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3226523566250049856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/10/95.html' title='95'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-4912481671833324087</id><published>2010-09-30T11:46:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:34:21.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>Sports Pictures</title><content type='html'>Joseph's dad took some fall sports pictures of the boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TKS6FBnUzsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4Pap44IjhfM/s1600/Daniel+-+soccer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522743638558559938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TKS6FBnUzsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4Pap44IjhfM/s320/Daniel+-+soccer.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is playing soccer with other 6/7-year-olds. Go Fireflies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TKS5o6c7YeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Od5zVnVoRcY/s1600/David+-+football.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522743155599565282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TKS5o6c7YeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Od5zVnVoRcY/s320/David+-+football.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is a 4-year-old fan of the Steelers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TKS1bZ-1NpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nPxlOKIFkWw/s1600/Joshua+-+football.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522738525498586770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TKS1bZ-1NpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nPxlOKIFkWw/s320/Joshua+-+football.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Joshua's first words is "football!" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TKSxSkQmLRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fAmZXQsogj0/s1600/Daniel+-+soccer.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-4912481671833324087?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/4912481671833324087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=4912481671833324087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4912481671833324087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4912481671833324087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/09/sports-pictures.html' title='Sports Pictures'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TKS6FBnUzsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4Pap44IjhfM/s72-c/Daniel+-+soccer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-1340094145555973095</id><published>2010-09-26T21:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:15:05.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Memoria Press</title><content type='html'>The link below is to the most recent Memoria Press newsletter and to their 1st grade curriculum we are using. We have been very thankful for the content and the layout. Next year we plan to use their 2nd grade curriculum for Daniel and the kindergarten curriculum for David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us1.campaign-archive.com/?u=bcf10ed4c83f36b57403fbd09&amp;amp;id=4c61c14e82&amp;amp;e=c6ecdb86c5"&gt;Memoria Press Newsletter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memoriapress.com/descriptions/1stGrade_Curriculum.html"&gt;1st Grade Curriculum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memoriapress.com/descriptions/1stGrade_Curriculum.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-1340094145555973095?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/1340094145555973095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=1340094145555973095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1340094145555973095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1340094145555973095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/09/memoria-press.html' title='Memoria Press'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-639301294297839706</id><published>2010-09-25T15:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:24:40.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>David makes us smile!</title><content type='html'>David makes us smile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today I was helping David clean his room. I asked him to hand me the box for dinosaurs. He smiled a smirky little grin, and he very slowly and deliberately replied in his cute 4-year-old voice, "With pleasure!" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When a person wants another person to do something for him, most people say, "Could you please ..." For example, "Could you please help me?" Not David. He says, "May I please you ..." "May I please you help me?" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. David and Daniel have jobs/chores in our home. Yesterday Daniel cleaned the bathroom, and today he needed to empty all the trash cans, bake brownies, and fold socks/underwear. Sometimes the socks are wearisome for him. Today we made a race - I needed to clean the kitchen and he needed to do socks. Competition &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;always&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; motivates him! "I don't get distracted," I challenged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of our race, Daniel was doing things like asking me to come see his piles and stacks, luring me away from the kitchen. When the timer for his brownies beeped, I taunted him that he better come check his brownies so they don't burn. Reluctantly he came to the kitchen and we checked the doneness of the brownies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Daniel came to the kitchen, sneaky little David hid Daniel's basket of socks!!! It was HILARIOUS! We all laughed and laughed. The socks were no where to be found! Thanks for helping me, David! :-) We finally discovered the basket in David and Daniel's closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-639301294297839706?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/639301294297839706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=639301294297839706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/639301294297839706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/639301294297839706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/09/david-makes-us-smile.html' title='David makes us smile!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-8509923222014524398</id><published>2010-09-20T15:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:49:55.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>Quotables</title><content type='html'>1. David (4 1/2 years old) was laying down for nap time: "Mom, I want to go to sleep, but I can't because my eyes make decisions [to stay open!]." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Joshua (15 months) walked up to me this morning and told me "stinkies, stinkies." And he was right -- he had stinkies! Wow!!! His other words are variations of Mama, Daddy, Daniel, David, football, drink, goldfish, and this. When he wants to eat something, he points at it earnestly and sticks his tongue in and out, in and out, in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After lunch today, I was extra sore and stiff as I tried to stand up - not unusual at 36 weeks pregnant. I said, "Oh, owww, my back is really hurting." &lt;br /&gt;Joseph, concerned, asked, "What would you like me to do?" &lt;br /&gt;Daniel (6 years old) casually replied, "She's okay. She just needs to walk it off."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, son - I'm feelin' the love! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-8509923222014524398?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/8509923222014524398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=8509923222014524398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8509923222014524398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8509923222014524398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/09/quotables.html' title='Quotables'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-1440137937935967432</id><published>2010-09-20T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:52:51.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>36 Weeks</title><content type='html'>My two babies:  Joshua - 15 months, Baby Girl - 36 Weeks.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TJe6qxxt2VI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EL81IrNOdM4/s1600/Mama+and+Joshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TJe6qxxt2VI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EL81IrNOdM4/s320/Mama+and+Joshua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519085112444967250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TJe6rQq4W9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KvSurog7Gck/s1600/Mama+-+36+weeks+pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TJe6rQq4W9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KvSurog7Gck/s320/Mama+-+36+weeks+pregnant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519085120737795026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-1440137937935967432?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/1440137937935967432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=1440137937935967432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1440137937935967432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1440137937935967432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/09/36-weeks.html' title='36 Weeks'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/TJe6qxxt2VI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EL81IrNOdM4/s72-c/Mama+and+Joshua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-2748158256399642098</id><published>2010-08-03T11:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:27:25.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket Legs</title><content type='html'>What will a man do out of love for a son?  Joseph pulls the legs off crickets to feed to David's sick lizard, Fire-buster.  Poor Fire-buster can no longer move fast enough to catch legged crickets.  :-(   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking with David about the fact that Fire-buster may not live very much longer.  Yesterday I said, "David, I don't think Fire-buster is going to make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make it where?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, "I don't think he's going to live very long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sad face, David replied, "That's okay.  Lizards die before people anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good perspective, son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2748158256399642098?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2748158256399642098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2748158256399642098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2748158256399642098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2748158256399642098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/08/cricket-legs.html' title='Cricket Legs'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-8815006714723130106</id><published>2010-08-02T15:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T15:25:13.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>20-Second Hug</title><content type='html'>Today I was feeling tired, and I was trying to think of what activity the boys should do next.  Daniel said, "What should I do now, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Hug your mother; she needs a good hug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me an obliging, wimpy, less-than-half-hearted hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "How about hugging your mother while I count to 20?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty shocked, he said, "20 seconds!?!  A 20-second hug?! No way!  I'm never hugging &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; for 20 seconds!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled inside and thought, "We'll see - someday you may change your mind!" :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-8815006714723130106?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/8815006714723130106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=8815006714723130106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8815006714723130106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8815006714723130106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/08/20-second-hug.html' title='20-Second Hug'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-6954254352431917158</id><published>2010-08-02T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T15:15:01.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Quiet or Silent?</title><content type='html'>David (4) likes little special stuffed animals - a dinosaur, a raccoon, a skunk, a dog, etc. He call them his babies, and sometimes they come with us in the car, or some days he shares them with me, and most often they stay in his bed with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Daniel (6) share a room. When they go to bed, Joseph tells them if they should be "quiet" or "silent." Quiet means they can talk quietly for a while. Silent is pretty self-explanatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was in bed by himself without Daniel Saturday night (Daniel was up playing a game with his cousins). David came out of his room and sweetly asked, "Mom, is it quiet or silent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," I said, a little puzzled, "I guess it can be quiet, but who are you going to talk to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a big smile, he said, "My babies!" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-6954254352431917158?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/6954254352431917158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=6954254352431917158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/6954254352431917158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/6954254352431917158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiet-or-silent.html' title='Quiet or Silent?'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-4707335658763712297</id><published>2010-08-02T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:48:03.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>We're back!  14 1/2 months since our last post - and we're back!  Since I last wrote, we've had a son, Joshua Douglas, and we are 11 weeks from our daughter's due date (October 18, 2010).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is continuing to take classes at Southern Seminary, nearing the end of his MDiv degree.  He tutors at Langsford Learning Center, and he does a great job taking care of his growing family!  This school year he will be doing an internship with our church, learning more about how the gospel plays out in all areas of church life and ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is getting ready for 1st grade in the fall.  He really enjoys reading and sports.  We are using a curriculum from Memoria Press for our "Happy Home School." (Nice name, huh?  Reminds us that the Mom is happy to teach and the kids are happy to learn! :-)  The curriculum is very similar to what is taught at Highlands Latin School here in Louisville, where some of Daniel's cousins attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is a carefree but sensitive 4-year-old.  He loves his brothers, cousins, and friends.  He has a twinkle in his eye and likes to tease (sound like his Dad?!).  David will tag along with Daniel's homeschooling - he enjoys his preschool activities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua has learned to walk!  His crawling days are almost done.  He is a pleasant boy who works hard to keep up with his big brothers.  His favorite words are "drink" and "out."  "Out" is for &lt;em&gt;out &lt;/em&gt;of my highchair ("I'm all done eating"), &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; of my car seat ("I'm tired of sitting here"), &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; of your arms ("I'd like to get down now"), &lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt; of the changing table ("I don't want a diaper change").  It's a nice versatile word! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful for the Lord's continuing work in our hearts, our marriage, our family, our church, and our neighborhood.  I'll use this blog to record thoughts, memories, things that make me smile or cry, and whatever else seems important at the time! :-)  You are welcome to peek in this window into our world as we find joy in the Lord and on the journey God has for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-4707335658763712297?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/4707335658763712297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=4707335658763712297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4707335658763712297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4707335658763712297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-4679633490966423726</id><published>2009-05-20T17:03:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:12:44.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Third Birthday</title><content type='html'>David turned three-years-old on April 26! We had a great time celebrating him and thanking God for him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things we enjoyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShRy9sxx6wI/AAAAAAAAADE/GzUkHx4eLFg/s1600-h/David+Momma+and+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShRy9sxx6wI/AAAAAAAAADE/GzUkHx4eLFg/s320/David+Momma+and+Cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338017862658419458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - A train cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShRzWohiwoI/AAAAAAAAADU/4SkD6lP2hhg/s1600-h/David+and+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShRzWohiwoI/AAAAAAAAADU/4SkD6lP2hhg/s320/David+and+boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338018291013304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Cowboy boots from his brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShRzkVHr9wI/AAAAAAAAADc/OrnNWGgI8QA/s1600-h/Sleeping+Bag+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShRzkVHr9wI/AAAAAAAAADc/OrnNWGgI8QA/s320/Sleeping+Bag+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338018526322751234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - A Lightening McQueen Sleeping Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR02oASQnI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q3E1gG27qkE/s1600-h/Card+-+Happy+Birthday+to+David!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR02oASQnI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q3E1gG27qkE/s320/Card+-+Happy+Birthday+to+David!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338019940141253234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - A pass to the Zoo and Science Center for our family from Pappap and Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR1RpoeQhI/AAAAAAAAADs/3z9_BTOQX-k/s1600-h/Gifts+-+Gum!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR1RpoeQhI/AAAAAAAAADs/3z9_BTOQX-k/s320/Gifts+-+Gum!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338020404434715154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A party with Bonura cousins in Louisville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR1tjcYUdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W9v0y-9Jibg/s1600-h/Gifts+in+MO+-+fire+helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR1tjcYUdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W9v0y-9Jibg/s320/Gifts+in+MO+-+fire+helmet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338020883809718738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A very cool police hat and fire helmet from Gramps and Grammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR2aV5af9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9pTomGh047k/s1600-h/Daniel+-+for+keychain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR2aV5af9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9pTomGh047k/s320/Daniel+-+for+keychain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338021653267513298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A firefighter celebration with Anderson cousins in Missouri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR3SGYGD9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/dWTofLJEaoU/s1600-h/family+at+the+field+2+-+closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR3SGYGD9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/dWTofLJEaoU/s320/family+at+the+field+2+-+closer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338022611173904338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR3SDG9COI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HWveUiVzKeg/s1600-h/Boys+at+the+baseball+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShR3SDG9COI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HWveUiVzKeg/s320/Boys+at+the+baseball+game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338022610296703202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Family time at a Louisville Cardinals' Baseball Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, chewing his first gum first thing on David's birthday morning was much anticipated and he is enjoying that privalege!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank God for David! And we had a great fun birthday celebration!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-4679633490966423726?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/4679633490966423726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=4679633490966423726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4679633490966423726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4679633490966423726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/05/davids-third-birthday.html' title='David&apos;s Third Birthday'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/ShRy9sxx6wI/AAAAAAAAADE/GzUkHx4eLFg/s72-c/David+Momma+and+Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-2643408626904489838</id><published>2009-05-20T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:03:23.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Scripts</title><content type='html'>David (just turned three-years-old) sometimes has ideas of how conversations should go. I think he scripts them in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. David was talking in a very whiny voice. I told him firmly, "Please close your mouth and do not speak again until you can talk in a clear calm voice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately replied in a clear calm &lt;em&gt;sweet &lt;/em&gt;voice, "No, Mama, you say, 'Awwww, David, what's wrong?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow - I was definitely taken back by his reply! And I thought to myself, "We are &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going by &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;your&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; script, David, but by mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. David was sitting with me on the back outdoor steps, watching Daniel and two friends (ages almost-five and two) play in a puddle in our driveway. David suddenly yelled across the yard to the boys, "Hey guys! (pause) Hey guys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel replied from the puddle, "What, David?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David said loudly, "Say, &lt;em&gt;'David, come on&lt;/em&gt;!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, confused, responded again, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, David?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David repeated from the steps, "Say, 'David, come on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Daniel motioned and yelled across the yard, "David, come on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And David replied casually, "Naw, I'm sitting with Mom," and he leaned over to cuddle with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????? Maybe he just wanted to be wanted by the boys! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2643408626904489838?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2643408626904489838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2643408626904489838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2643408626904489838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2643408626904489838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/05/davids-scripts.html' title='David&apos;s Scripts'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-5447324732832852352</id><published>2009-03-25T11:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:45:04.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>Stomach Flu and Salad?</title><content type='html'>Both our boys like salad. Real salad - with veggies in it! Maybe it is because we only feed them one meal a day and it is always salad?! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel (4 years 9 months - he's counting!) especially prefers salad. He will choose a salad at a restaurant every chance he gets - even over a burger and fries! And he likes cool dressings -- honey mustard, poppy seed, raspberry vinaigrette, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Daniel woke up with the stomach flu. After throwing up for the 2nd time, he moaned, "Mom, I don't want breakfast, (sigh), and I don't want lunch. (sigh) But I do want dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "That's reasonable - maybe you'll be feeling better by dinner time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daniel added, "I do want dinner - if we are having &lt;em&gt;salad&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm ... generally we follow the stomach flu with toast and Sprite. Salad?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-5447324732832852352?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/5447324732832852352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=5447324732832852352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/5447324732832852352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/5447324732832852352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/03/stomach-flu-and-salad.html' title='Stomach Flu and Salad?'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-3663513905643300562</id><published>2009-03-21T16:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:32:23.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>Homecoming 2006 - Naked Toddler Jumping!</title><content type='html'>Oct 2006 - We went to Taylor University Homecoming. Professors from each major were in the gym so students could come visit with them. Lots of kids were jumping on the pole vault mat at one end of the gym, so we let Daniel (almost 2 1/2 years old at the time) join them as we visited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, from across the gym, Joseph saw Daniel start to take his shirt off, so he excused himself from his conversation and started walking towards him. In the mean time, as Daniel proceeded to take off his pants, Joseph started running across the gym towards him. Daniel continued to undress, until he was happily jumping on the mat in &lt;em&gt;nothing but his socks&lt;/em&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After increasing to a full sprint, Joseph tackled Daniel to cover him! As he began to re-dress Daniel, and he asked, "Daniel, what were you doing? Why did you take your clothes off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel answered simply, "I was hot!" :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-3663513905643300562?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/3663513905643300562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=3663513905643300562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3663513905643300562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3663513905643300562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/03/homecoming-2006-naked-toddler-jumping.html' title='Homecoming 2006 - Naked Toddler Jumping!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-7079348540897505013</id><published>2009-03-21T16:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:00:25.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>2006-2007</title><content type='html'>I found some memories I jotted down from 2006-2007. Here they are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oct 2006 - Daniel (2 yrs 4 months) prayed, "Thank you God that you are so kind and gentle." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oct 2006 - We potty trained Daniel, at the encouragement of our dear friend Amy Morello, who was potty training her twins Alex and Peter! It is always better to potty train with a friend, right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nov 2006 - Daniel (2 1/2 years old) had an ear infection, and after we explained this to him, he said, "Does David have an &lt;em&gt;ear-itation&lt;/em&gt;, too?" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Feb 2007 - Daniel (2 2/3 years old) was repeatedly struggling to stay in his toddler bed, and so he had been disciplined quite a bit. This led to two notable conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Over time we had shared with him that Jesus died on the cross to take the punishment for our sin. After being disciplined again for getting out of bed, Daniel asked with a deep sigh, "When will Jesus take &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; discipline?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Later he asked, "Mama, when you lived with Gramps and Grammy, and when you slept in the bed I sleep in [he usually slept in my old room on Belleridge Pike] , and when you got out of bed, did &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; get disciplined?" Yep, sure did, son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-7079348540897505013?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7079348540897505013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7079348540897505013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7079348540897505013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7079348540897505013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/03/2006-2007.html' title='2006-2007'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-3897729439425746793</id><published>2009-03-20T11:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:35:09.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I am afraid ...</title><content type='html'>David's (almost 3) memory verse for Sunday School is Psalm 56:3, "When I am afraid, I will trust in You, God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the teachers reviewed the verse with the kids as she got their snack. After saying the verse with them, she asked, "So, children, what do we do when we are afraid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David answered enthusiastically, "We run, run, run, run [picture him pumping his little arms in a running motion] ... weally weally wast [really, really fast] ... and go hide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other boys chimed in passionately, "Yeah! We hide from the monster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster?!? The teacher said all thoughts of the memory verse were lost at this point as the boys discussed the monster and what do to about him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all she was asking for was "I will trust in You, God." :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-3897729439425746793?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/3897729439425746793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=3897729439425746793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3897729439425746793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3897729439425746793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-am-afraid.html' title='When I am afraid ...'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-4655320316308314906</id><published>2009-03-02T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:04:36.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Quotables</title><content type='html'>Daniel (4 1/2 years old) commented tonight while eating a McDonald's Sundae, "Ice cream is the best thing in the world, (reflective pause), except for Jesus!" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David (almost 3), was talking about food he likes, including "maca-cheese 'n roni." :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-4655320316308314906?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/4655320316308314906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=4655320316308314906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4655320316308314906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4655320316308314906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/03/quotables.html' title='Quotables'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-2930166596178375422</id><published>2009-02-23T11:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:27:21.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydrangea Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SaWpbmIwlpI/AAAAAAAAABs/vM6QIfwtS3Y/s1600-h/flowers+like+gigi%27s+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SaWpbmIwlpI/AAAAAAAAABs/vM6QIfwtS3Y/s200/flowers+like+gigi%27s+hair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306834027484845714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got home from a pleasant couple days at Joseph's parents' house in Pennsylvania. The following conversation was hilarious to us as we enjoyed lunch after church. Gigi is Joseph's grandma, Daniel's Great-grandma. You'll also need to know that there was a vase on the counter filled with a bouquet of hydrangea blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, sincerely: Gigi, when I came in the door I thought those flowers were you because they look like your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi, matter-of-factly: Well, thank you, I think those flowers are lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel reiterated: The flowers make me think of you because they look like your hair. They are the same shape, but they aren't the same color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi, with good humor: I could probably do something about that! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2930166596178375422?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2930166596178375422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2930166596178375422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2930166596178375422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2930166596178375422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-just-got-home-from-pleasant-couple.html' title='Hydrangea Hair'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SaWpbmIwlpI/AAAAAAAAABs/vM6QIfwtS3Y/s72-c/flowers+like+gigi%27s+hair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-4429379877689079662</id><published>2009-02-18T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:02:56.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>"Dig"</title><content type='html'>I generally pick out our boys clothes, but today I went in David's room (he'll be three-years-old in April) and found that he had sorted through his shirt drawer to find just the right one - messing up all the piles in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him into his room and said firmly, "David, you cannot dig through this drawer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His quick response, "But Mom, I'm an excavator!"  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-4429379877689079662?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/4429379877689079662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=4429379877689079662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4429379877689079662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4429379877689079662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/02/dig.html' title='&quot;Dig&quot;'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-5351987520640562596</id><published>2009-02-15T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:28:20.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you okay?</title><content type='html'>Daniel is learning to sound out some simple words.  Tonight in the car, he confidently declared, "I know how to spell 'Are you okay?'"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really?" we said, curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "R-U-O-K!"  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's ready to text message! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-5351987520640562596?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/5351987520640562596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=5351987520640562596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/5351987520640562596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/5351987520640562596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-okay.html' title='Are you okay?'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-2180934728488567818</id><published>2009-02-10T11:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:26:47.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Outages and Grandma Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SZGzl-DBu2I/AAAAAAAAABc/u5BMhjvt8gk/s1600-h/Crushed+swing+set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301215701284010850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SZGzl-DBu2I/AAAAAAAAABc/u5BMhjvt8gk/s200/Crushed+swing+set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, from recent ice storms, a power line to our house was down and we were without power for a week. Our swing set was crushed and our fence was damaged on all three sides! These pictures were taken from our back door. But we were thankful our neighbor's house, our house, our car and our shed didn't get hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and I and the boys stayed a night at Joseph brother Doug's house by the fire place ;-), and then a night with good friends from church. On Friday the boys and I drove to my parents' in MO and Joseph stayed at the Bitners' (his sister who lives 6 miles from us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SZHqhjnAKYI/AAAAAAAAABk/EorqIRyPb8s/s1600-h/crushed+fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301276098607196546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SZHqhjnAKYI/AAAAAAAAABk/EorqIRyPb8s/s200/crushed+fence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SZGzl-DBu2I/AAAAAAAAABc/u5BMhjvt8gk/s1600-h/Crushed+swing+set.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's timing was very kind. My-86-year old grandma lives in the same town as my parents in the alzheimer's wing of a nursing home. On Saturday (while I was in MO because of the power outages) the nurses called and said she had been struggling to eat. We visited her that evening, and she was indeed have great difficulty swallowing - one of the last stages of alzheimer's. On Sunday, she was nearly unresponsive. On Monday the nurses called and said the end was near. So, because I was in town, I was able to sit with her for a couple hours. She died later that night very peacefully while Dad sat with her. The Lord was very merciful to her (and to my dad!) because she wasn't in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The unusual thing about her passing was that my mom couldn't be there. Her dad had knee replacement surgery two hours away the same day Grandma died, and Mom needed to be there to care for her dad. So, the Lord's timing was kind that I could be there with my dad and help make arrangements, etc. This helped puts mom's mind as ease since she couldn't be there to help Dad. What a crazy situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our power returned Tuesday, so the boys and I came home on Wed. Joseph, Daniel and I left on Fri morning to go to IL for Grandma's visitation and funeral. We were so thankful that Grandma and the Lord were honored in the funeral. My brother got to share during the service from Grandma's favorite passages of Scripture - those she could still quote even when she couldn't remember anything else, and those passages that were very well marked in her Bible and catechism book. Very special. The pastor also did a lovely job of honoring God for the evidence of His work in Grandma. Very meaningful. We will certainly miss her, and we are thankful for life on earth and her eternal life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been a whirlwind couple weeks, but we are warm, fed, together and have much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2180934728488567818?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2180934728488567818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2180934728488567818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2180934728488567818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2180934728488567818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-outages-and.html' title='Power Outages and Grandma Anderson'/><author><name>JessicaB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SZGzl-DBu2I/AAAAAAAAABc/u5BMhjvt8gk/s72-c/Crushed+swing+set.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-7808133782270106223</id><published>2009-01-09T23:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:05:30.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>... in a size 4T??</title><content type='html'>We have a good friend, Harry Miles, who played college football for the Citadel in South Carolina. He is now a very good high school head football coach in Savannah, GA. We recently enjoyed a lovely visit with Harry and his wife Sarah. (Sarah is my dear friend from high school - we've been friends for over half our lives! Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry is still a big, strong man! 6'4" and thick with muscle! The boys REALLY liked seeing Harry's Citadel football helmet and he even let them try it on. Then he got out his BIG jersey from when he played at the Citadel. It seemed almost as tall as Daniel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daniel saw this &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; football jersey, his eyes were wide with amazement. He asked Harry with all sincerity, "Do you have one in a size 4T?" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and David felt pretty cool swimming in the jersey and helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365744020999250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW61G_0KzFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1uE5gKsDpxc/s320/Boys+-+Harry%27s+uniform.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365748003224562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW61HOpmu_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tcb69qhZay4/s320/boys+and+Harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365748691628050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW61HRNu8BI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VHldDyN59Kc/s320/Jess+and+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-7808133782270106223?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7808133782270106223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7808133782270106223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7808133782270106223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7808133782270106223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-size-4t.html' title='... in a size 4T??'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW61G_0KzFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1uE5gKsDpxc/s72-c/Boys+-+Harry%27s+uniform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-194191811973365620</id><published>2009-01-09T23:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:19:53.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anderson Cousins'/><title type='text'>Texas Cousins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW64lOdwjsI/AAAAAAAAABU/a0VUHOMuzTY/s1600-h/08-01+to+01-15+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291369561884495554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW64lOdwjsI/AAAAAAAAABU/a0VUHOMuzTY/s200/08-01+to+01-15+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just enjoyed a very fun visit with my brother Jonathan and Christy and their girls - Anna (6), Abby (5), Aubrey(3) and Ashlyn (1). Our boys Daniel (4) and David (2) fit right in the age line up! Their family slept in our newly finished basement, and we squeezed 10 around our kitchen table - 4 kids shared 2 chairs and it worked just fine! They left this afternoon after almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan went to class at Southern Seminary each day, Joseph worked some and wished he was working some more (we are getting the hang of securing substitute teaching jobs!), and Christy and I grew the babies in our "tummies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW64kS16Y9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BNgIYOAKrkc/s1600-h/cousins+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291369545879675858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW64kS16Y9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BNgIYOAKrkc/s200/cousins+-+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids played and played and played! They played much more wildly than the girls are used to - our boys encouraged them to spy, and our boys talked them into "manly" wrestling (and then we explained that you can't "manly" wrestle with girls!!)! The kids also played more calmly than the boys are used to - lots of playing "house," and David is pretty attached to Aubrey's doll that she accidentally left behind! Good times together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny moment (among many!) was when David really surprised two of the girls! They were pretty shocked when they were taking a bath, and David not only let himself in the bathroom, but took off his clothes and got in the tub with them ... and then proceeded to pee in the tub!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW64kv4PTbI/AAAAAAAAABE/MVMhCn6qhDE/s1600-h/cousins+-+guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291369553674063282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW64kv4PTbI/AAAAAAAAABE/MVMhCn6qhDE/s200/cousins+-+guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played Wii, ate sushi, went swimming, got a flat tire fixed, watched videos for rest time, played with Bonura/Bitner cousins, watched football, ate more junk than usual, had good conversations and thanked God for our time together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, as you can see, it is a near miracle to get six kids to hold still and look at a camera at the same time - and we didn't have a miracle this time!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-194191811973365620?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/194191811973365620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=194191811973365620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/194191811973365620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/194191811973365620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2009/01/texas-cousins.html' title='Texas Cousins!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SW64lOdwjsI/AAAAAAAAABU/a0VUHOMuzTY/s72-c/08-01+to+01-15+254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-514351849548888891</id><published>2008-12-09T22:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:13:41.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>The Hardware Store Worker</title><content type='html'>Last year we frequently shopped at hardware stores like Home Depot and Lowes as we worked on many home-improvement projects in our newly purchased house. Daniel thought the workers at these stores were really cool. And at one point he even said, "When I'm 16 maybe God will let me work at Home Depot or Lowes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas time last year we were talking about Mary and Joseph. Daniel said with confidence, "Joseph worked at a hardware store." He paused as we cocked our heads and look at him with confused expressions. Daniel explained what was obvious to him, "Joseph worked with wood!" :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-514351849548888891?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/514351849548888891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=514351849548888891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/514351849548888891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/514351849548888891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/12/hardward-store-worker.html' title='The Hardware Store Worker'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-521545047984312708</id><published>2008-11-24T16:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:08:19.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>"What this one about?"</title><content type='html'>Here's a guessing game. What is David (2 1/2 years old) talking about when he says, "What this one about?" A book? A movie? Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hint - the answer is something like sour apple, root beer, watermelon, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's asking about ... a sucker! When he gets a sucker from the bank, he asks, "What this one about?" Translation = "What flavor is this?" ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-521545047984312708?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/521545047984312708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=521545047984312708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/521545047984312708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/521545047984312708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-this-one-about.html' title='&quot;What this one about?&quot;'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-7210722633308432523</id><published>2008-11-22T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:21:26.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Ready, set, go!</title><content type='html'>Tonight at dinner, David asked if he could pray.  Joseph said sure, and David folded his hands, bowed his head, and said in one breath, "Ready, Set, go! Dear God ...."  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-7210722633308432523?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7210722633308432523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7210722633308432523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7210722633308432523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7210722633308432523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/ready-set-go.html' title='Ready, set, go!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-8664144038574459392</id><published>2008-11-17T23:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:47:32.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>That Friendly Old Man</title><content type='html'>Last year in November, Daniel and I were in Lowes and he saw a big inflatable Santa on a top shelf. His excited response was to point and say, "Look Mom! It's Noah! ... or is it Moses?!" ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we were driving in the car and we passed Rally's drive-through restaurant. Daniel laughed and laughed in the back seat. "Mom! There's an&lt;em&gt; old man&lt;/em&gt; sitting on top of the Rally's drive through! ha! ha! ha!" (I'm thinking, "&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt; is he talking about?!) "Mom," he continued, "it was that friendly old man who sometimes gives candy to kids in the winter! ... sitting on TOP of the drive-through!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get it! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-8664144038574459392?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/8664144038574459392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=8664144038574459392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8664144038574459392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8664144038574459392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-friendly-old-man.html' title='That Friendly Old Man'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-1610114847655668785</id><published>2008-11-15T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:30:20.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>I'm not Jesus!</title><content type='html'>I got out Daniel's winter coat from last year, and I said to him, "Does this still fit you?" He started to put on the coat and answered cheerfully, "Let's try it. I don't know. I'm not Jesus - I don't know everything!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true statement, Daniel!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-1610114847655668785?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/1610114847655668785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=1610114847655668785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1610114847655668785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1610114847655668785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-jesus.html' title='I&apos;m not Jesus!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-7456434078717693263</id><published>2008-11-13T11:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:15:44.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Not me!</title><content type='html'>Joseph was reading to David and Daniel about Jesus' empty tomb. To review the story, Joseph asked David (age 2 1/2), "Who rolled away the stone from in front of the tomb?" David replied quickly with urgency, "Not me! Not me! I not do it!" He's pretty convincing! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-7456434078717693263?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7456434078717693263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7456434078717693263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7456434078717693263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7456434078717693263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me.html' title='Not me!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-696443394516951907</id><published>2008-11-13T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:02:46.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>Praise Ye the Lord</title><content type='html'>Daniel has been learning the song "Praise Ye the Lord, Allelujah!" at church. &lt;br /&gt;However, he sings: Praise &lt;em&gt;G&lt;/em&gt; the Lord, Allelujah!&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him that the word is "ye" and it means "you." &lt;br /&gt;He said:  No, Mom, it is &lt;em&gt;'G,' &lt;/em&gt;like short for Jesus.  Praise "Je-" the Lord! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-696443394516951907?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/696443394516951907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=696443394516951907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/696443394516951907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/696443394516951907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/praise-ye-lord.html' title='Praise Ye the Lord'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-1492494493616724587</id><published>2008-11-12T15:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:09:29.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>Last winter when Daniel was 3 1/2 and David was 1 1/2, a high school girl at church often called Daniel "Dan the Man," and he called her "Anna Banana." In response, we were explaining to Daniel the idea of nicknames. He replied, "David's nickname is '&lt;em&gt;no!&lt;/em&gt;'" ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-1492494493616724587?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/1492494493616724587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=1492494493616724587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1492494493616724587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1492494493616724587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-2450360790340626362</id><published>2008-11-11T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:47:21.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>VERY loud</title><content type='html'>Daniel was telling me about his day today.  He was building lego towers with a baby sitter.  Daniel said that when they knocked it over, it was VERY loud!  It was like 500,000 lions roaring outside or like 2,000 homes falling over.  David even had to cover his ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his descriptions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2450360790340626362?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2450360790340626362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2450360790340626362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2450360790340626362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2450360790340626362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-loud.html' title='VERY loud'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-4629449685309861788</id><published>2008-11-10T19:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:25:09.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tongue'/><title type='text'>Be Careful, David! - Tongue Troubles!</title><content type='html'>* Warning - injury pictures!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of David, I know how to get to the Emergency Room (actually I had directions in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daytimer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; we needed them!! Thanks, Lord!!), the pediatric dentist, and the urgent care! Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a period of 2-3 months, David had several accidents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, David bit through his tongue so that the tip was dangling off!! At about 9:00 pm after Sunday night small groups, David was sitting on the couch watching football while I got the boys' rooms ready for bed. Joseph was at work for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard a "thump" and then a cry, so I came quickly. David was face down on the floor in a little pool of blood!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; he fell off the couch! I grabbed the first thing I could find for him to suck on to stop the bleeding -- a dirty dish cloth!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;! (Note to self, take an extra 2 seconds to grab a &lt;em&gt;clean&lt;/em&gt; one!) The second thing I got him was a frozen teething ring ... which he kept in his mouth for the next 16 hours!!! Literally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called for Daniel and we quickly went next door to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kleitz's&lt;/span&gt; house. They kept Daniel until Aunt Loretta could arrive. David and I headed to the ER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the ER, David was a TROOPER! He repeatedly opened his mouth and stuck out his dangling tongue so the doctors could examine it. By midnight, the ER determined that they didn't want to try to stitch David's tongue without sedating him, and they didn't want to sedate him. Instead they sent us home and referred us to a pediatric oral surgeon/dentist to give him stitches in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Loretta took Daniel to her house. David and I slept together in the living room chair for a few hours, and he continuously held the no-longer-frozen teething ring in his mouth! Perhaps the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; made it feel better? Perhaps he was too scared to move it? Regardless, it brought him comfort and we got a little sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning, we headed to the oral surgeon, but unfortunately we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;miscommunicated&lt;/span&gt;. I thought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr.&lt;/span&gt; said to be there first thing. The dentist thought that first thing they were calling me to set up a time to come in. They were gracious and agreed to work us in. So, we spent 5 hours there! But again, thank the Lord, David did very well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point, David hadn't eaten or had anything to drink since the night before - and the dentist didn't want anything in his stomach in case he needed to be put under for stitches. By late morning, David began asking for apple juice, but he was pretty okay when I explained that the dr. said he couldn't have any yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When David did finally see the dentist (15 hours after the accident!), he was pretty amazed with David's willing cooperation! Thank you, Lord, for helping David stay relaxed and compliant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 2:00, they were able to put in two stitches, without sedating David, and secure the tongue tip back in place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three pictures below are 1) the tongue before stitches, 2) David outside the dentist with his trusty teething ring, and 3) the tongue after stitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267197474153528370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SRjYMijBfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RS1EDs6-l6M/s320/tongue+-+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267197485535966498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SRjYNM8ztSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZWnp8sac26w/s320/outside+dentist+office+-+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267197488046353586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SRjYNWTVLLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BShdSzxQ4ZU/s320/After+stitches.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll have to write about the other injuries another time! Whew! This was enough for one post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-4629449685309861788?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/4629449685309861788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=4629449685309861788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4629449685309861788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4629449685309861788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-careful-david-tongue-troubles.html' title='Be Careful, David! - Tongue Troubles!'/><author><name>JessicaB</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jt3E3YGTf6o/SRjYMijBfDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RS1EDs6-l6M/s72-c/tongue+-+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-2821318911565975842</id><published>2008-11-10T19:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:46:20.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>Conversations with Daniel - Fast-backwarding</title><content type='html'>Daniel likes to watch videos. His favorites right now are about fire trucks and ambulances - kind of like rescue hero documentaries for kids. We just implimented a new movie ticket system for Daniel. He gets four tickets each week, good for one half-hour movie. He can use up to two on any day, but he only gets four per week. He can bring me a ticket and say, "Is this a good time for me to watch a movie?" So far, this is helping to eliminate his consistent asking, "Can I please watch a movie?" and it is helping him make choices. By the way, if I tell him to watch a movie (which I occasionally do - right before company comes, when we are babysitting several children, etc) he doesn't have to turn in a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, I was putting in a VHS video for him the other day. We were talking about the numbers on the VCR moving quickly as I was rewinding. Daniel said, "Oh - if we were fast-forwarding, the numbers would go the other way. But since we are &lt;em&gt;fast-backwarding&lt;/em&gt;, the numbers go like this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fast-backwarding&lt;/em&gt;! What a great word! Makes total sense to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2821318911565975842?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2821318911565975842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2821318911565975842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2821318911565975842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2821318911565975842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversations-with-daniel.html' title='Conversations with Daniel - Fast-backwarding'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-3377327159459549405</id><published>2008-11-10T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:47:36.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>Conversations with Daniel - Vibrating</title><content type='html'>- Jessica -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel (4), David (2), and I stopped at Wendy's to use a reward coupon from the library for a Frosty. After a few minutes of sitting at the table eating their Frosties, Daniel said, "Brrr. I'm so cold I'm &lt;em&gt;vibrating&lt;/em&gt;!" ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, &lt;em&gt;shivering&lt;/em&gt; is a lot like your body &lt;em&gt;vibrating&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-3377327159459549405?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/3377327159459549405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=3377327159459549405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3377327159459549405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3377327159459549405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversations-with-daniel-vibrating.html' title='Conversations with Daniel - Vibrating'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-1952519519695028143</id><published>2008-11-10T19:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:11:50.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammy'/><title type='text'>Conversations with Daniel - Marriage Concerns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Jessica -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-year-old Daniel was having a snack at our kitchen table with Grammy (my mom) and I was doing dishes. Out of the blue Daniel said, "What if I ask some ladies to marry me and they all say no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy wisely took his concern seriously and encouraged him that if God wants him to get married, He will provide a godly wife for Daniel, and that he doesn't need to think about that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel replied with a solution to the problem, "I guess I could marry a dog or a cat ... Or I could just marry a man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy calmly explained that God designed for a man to marry a lady, not another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel said, "Yeah, that would be silly for me to marry a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy elaborated that it would be more than silly, it would be sinful for him to marry a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting that idea soak in for a couple seconds, Daniel moved on to some other subject -- Bikes, Diggers, more snack ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Sincere deep life concerns and lessons at the kitchen table!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-1952519519695028143?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/1952519519695028143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=1952519519695028143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1952519519695028143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1952519519695028143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversations-with-daniel-marriage.html' title='Conversations with Daniel - Marriage Concerns'/><author><name>JessicaB</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-4506117836314152951.post-5898098651922472149</id><published>2008-11-10T19:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:52:29.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homecoming'/><title type='text'>Daniel at Homecoming 2006</title><content type='html'>- Joseph -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jessica and I visited our alma mater, Taylor University, during homecoming, Daniel was 2 1/2 years old and David was 6 months. We were in a large gymnasium mingling with our old professors and classmates. As I was talking with my professor, Bob Lay, I was watching Daniel about 50 yards away jump up and down on a mat with some other kids. I noticed Daniel was beginning to take his shirt off. I excused myself from my conversation with Dr. Lay and began jogging over to Daniel. All of a sudden he started taking off his pants and underwear - I began sprinting! I jumped on the mat and tackled my naked son, "what is going on?!" He answered, "I got hot, daddy." :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-5898098651922472149?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/5898098651922472149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=5898098651922472149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/5898098651922472149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/5898098651922472149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/11/daniel-at-homecoming-2006.html' title='Daniel at Homecoming 2006'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-8678822646911986068</id><published>2008-06-04T00:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:49:19.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Gramps and Grammy's house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Jess-&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;The boys and I have been in Missouri since last Friday to hang out with my parents. Here's some of the fun things we've done with them!&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;- Fishing at a county "kids' pond." Daniel caught a 16 inch catfish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Visiting a local dairy farm to see cows milked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Eating donuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Riding bikes around the block and on a bike trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Making snow cones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Reading the Bible on the patio by candlelight. Daniel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; read 100 pages in Daniel's Bible one night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Playing air hockey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Going to a friend's "Tree Farm." We got to ride in a paddle boat, on a golf cart and on a four wheeler! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Skipping rocks in the Mississippi River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Swimming outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Playing soccer with neighbor kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Eating salmon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Visiting Great-Grandma.&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;WOW! Thanks, Lord, for special times together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-8678822646911986068?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/8678822646911986068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=8678822646911986068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8678822646911986068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8678822646911986068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-at-gramps-and-grammys-house.html' title='Fun at Gramps and Grammy&apos;s house!'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-2524559338443186912</id><published>2008-06-01T16:13:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:02:12.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>David's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Jess - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our second son David is two years old! We love that God made him and put him in our family! What a gift he is to us. We had a great week celebrating his birthday, and David now thinks all cake anywhere is for him because he's two. Here are some other fun facts about David.&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;* David really likes to be with his brother Daniel. They are quite a little pair, and are usually very caring of each other! That sure makes our job as parents easier at this point! :-)&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;* David is a great eater - he generally likes anything put in front of him, and he usually eats a lot of it! A few unique favorites are blueberries and cucumbers, along with more common preferences of apples, raisins, cheese, and of course, ice cream and cookies.&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;* David's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; color is blue. In fact, his only color is blue! He points to all colors of things and asks if they are "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bue&lt;/span&gt;."&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;* David is learning cool words like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"both" and "whole." Which kind of ice cream would you like? "Both!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Would you like your pizza cut up? "No, whole."&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;* David likes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;drink [decaf!!!!] iced tea. "Mo tea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peese&lt;/span&gt;!"&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;* David likes to climb up and jump off pretty much everything! &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;* David's favorite song is "ho-y" (Holy, Holy, Holy), which we usually sing at his request before bedtime and naps.&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;* "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ewwwwww&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ucky&lt;/span&gt;!" is what David says about his stinky diapers - as well as any food that doesn't taste good to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* David likes to play with bikes and motorcycles - and to look at pictures of them in his books. "Mo-mo-mo-mo!" is the sound a motorcycle makes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* David is sweet with babies. At his cousins' house, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bitners&lt;/span&gt;, David routinely pushes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Abi's&lt;/span&gt; and Elli's babies around in their stroller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;* David prefers to wear "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shotes&lt;/span&gt;" (shorts), and especially "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shotes&lt;/span&gt;" (blue shorts) every day. And he really likes his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;" sandals (with Thomas the Train on them).&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;* Daniel says that his brother David likes "balls, guitars and swimming pools."&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;David is certainly a pleasant tough little fellow, who for the most part, goes with the flow. He looks a lot like his dad and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pappap&lt;/span&gt; (his dad's dad), although he is named after his mom's dad! :-) What a blessing he is to our family!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4506117836314152951-2524559338443186912?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2524559338443186912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2524559338443186912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2524559338443186912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2524559338443186912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/06/davids-2nd-birthday.html' title='David&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-2323345215003625195</id><published>2008-05-07T23:46:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:36:28.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Missouri - April 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Jessica -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In April, Daniel, David and I got to spend several days in Missouri with my parents. Here are a few highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. We had lunch with my Grandmother and Grandaddy, my mom's parents, in Illinois on the way. As always, it was great to see them, and this time I took my video camera and recorded the inside of their house. Grandmother narrated much of the time, telling where she got different pieces of furniture, paintings, etc. Very special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197849466332737810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ4jNy3cRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YOBNdVPDWwQ/s320/04-21-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197850497124888866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ5fNy3cSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_vX3Rwv70pw/s320/04-21-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. We got to spend a day with my very dear friend from 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade, "Miss Laura Graham," as Daniel affectionately says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197857244518511090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ_n9y3cfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aQo6MY4RJZc/s320/04-21-08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. The boys wanted to wear "swim caps" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grammy's&lt;/span&gt; tub! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197857862993801730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCKAL9y3cgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bOjwlo2jrk0/s320/04-21-08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197850518599725394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ5gdy3cVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Q5Ex5L9FHjM/s320/04-21-08+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197855264538587618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ90ty3ceI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-CPgtkSOxyI/s320/04-21-08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Daniel really likes looking like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197850505714823474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ5fty3cTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LnjCPCa8CyQ/s320/04-21-08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. The boys enjoyed their first not-by-mom haircuts! Debbie has cut my hair since 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade, and my brother was about Daniel's age when he started going to her! :-) She still cuts Mom and Dad's hair - 23 years later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197855247358718402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ9zty3ccI/AAAAAAAAAGo/D5YGnKn9puQ/s320/04-21-08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197855260243620306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ90dy3cdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G5ftMBBXzMM/s320/04-21-08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was very thankful for a visit with my Grandma Anderson, my Dad's mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197851626701287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ6g9y3caI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8smBPB0VRAw/s320/04-21-08+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Mom and I worked hard getting ready for a MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) meeting at church on Friday. Mom does lots of organizing and communicating to keep this fantastic ministry running smoothly, and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to be the speaker this month, "Keys to a Heart of Hospitality." Very special to be a part of this encouraging group!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks, Lord, for a trip that was overflowing with evidence of Your grace and kindness! What a gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2323345215003625195?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2323345215003625195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2323345215003625195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2323345215003625195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2323345215003625195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/05/visit-to-missouri.html' title='Visit to Missouri - April 2008'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/SCJ4jNy3cRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YOBNdVPDWwQ/s72-c/04-21-08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-4696068667297535890</id><published>2008-05-07T23:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:33:02.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>Daily Life - May 7, 2008 - Snoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Jessica - &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 want Daniel and David to learn many many things from their dad. But this request was a bit too far! ;-)&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;Tonight when Joseph was putting Daniel to bed, Daniel called from his room, "Dad!" &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;Joseph, from in the hallway: Yes, Daniel?&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;Daniel: Can you teach me how to snore? &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-4696068667297535890?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/4696068667297535890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=4696068667297535890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4696068667297535890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4696068667297535890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/05/daily-life-may-7-2008-snoring.html' title='Daily Life - May 7, 2008 - Snoring'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-7595200925037057002</id><published>2008-03-29T23:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:26:43.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaklee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-Jessica -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been using Shaklee cleaning products, vitamins, and suppliments for several months and I am very thankful for healthy (and often cost-effective) alternatives!   &lt;a href="http://shaklee.com/"&gt;http://Shaklee.com&lt;/a&gt;  Want to learn more?  Want to try some?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-7595200925037057002?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7595200925037057002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7595200925037057002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7595200925037057002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7595200925037057002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/03/shaklee.html' title='Shaklee'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-7117556330754781425</id><published>2008-03-29T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:42:17.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couponing'/><title type='text'>"Couponing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Jessica -&lt;/span&gt; &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;Did you know that "coupon" can be a verb? To me, "couponing" is the act of acquiring, cutting, organizing, and using coupons in conjunction with local sales for rock-bottom prices and major savings! I started doing this in the last month and we are viewing it as a small part time job - the money we save are our "earnings"! &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;There is a web site that charts store sales and combines them with newspaper coupons for maximum savings. &lt;a href="http://thegrocerygame.com/"&gt;http://thegrocerygame.com/&lt;/a&gt; Check it out and let me know if you want to talk about it. &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;My friend Becky also has a blog dedicated to helping with couponing and the grocery game. &lt;a href="http://littlecabinsavings.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://littlecabinsavings.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&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;&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/4506117836314152951-7117556330754781425?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7117556330754781425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7117556330754781425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7117556330754781425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7117556330754781425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/03/couponing.html' title='&quot;Couponing&quot;'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-7535655338791443904</id><published>2008-03-29T22:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:36:28.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><title type='text'>Daily Life - March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-Jessica- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183353498739342594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-74i2Wi_QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hNwFQOUKcBg/s320/Sir+Daniel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Allow me to introduce you to the honorable "Sir Daniel," a knight at Rachel Kimbell's princess birthday party. What a valiant dragon-slaying guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183353966890777874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-74-GWi_RI/AAAAAAAAAE8/frBrQzyn9pA/s320/Daniel+and+David+-+sports+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bikers? Swimmers? Skiers? Soccer players? Basketball guys? Football men? Runners? I never know until a given minute which sport they are pusuing, but they definitely love their athletic outfits!! They would wear a "sports" outfit everyday and everywhere if they could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-7535655338791443904?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7535655338791443904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7535655338791443904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7535655338791443904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7535655338791443904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-life-march-2008.html' title='Daily Life - March 2008'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-74i2Wi_QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hNwFQOUKcBg/s72-c/Sir+Daniel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-8684600141755093344</id><published>2008-03-29T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:52:40.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><title type='text'>A Little Taller</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Jessica -&lt;/span&gt; &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;Daniel is walking a little taller today.  We occasionally go to a "Parent's Night Out" that the seminary hosts.  It is great!  Childcare at the Rec Center and an evening for Joseph and me!  Last night Daniel was put in the big gym with the 4-6+ year olds, though he is 2 months shy of being 4.  To his mom, he looked like a little guy in there, but he his favorite teacher from "motor skills" (Mr. Jeff) was there to look out for him.    &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;As we left, they were getting ready to play Daniel's first ever game of Dodge Ball.  That has to be a turning point in a boy's life, doesn't it?!  I mean, the goal of the game is to throw balls at people!  That is like a dream! ;-)  &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;When we picked him up, I said, "How did it go?"  His reply was, "Great.  Nobody ran over me!"  We have high expectations around here.&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;Daniel's other highlight was running on the track above the gym with his class.  Very cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-8684600141755093344?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/8684600141755093344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=8684600141755093344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8684600141755093344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8684600141755093344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-taller.html' title='A Little Taller'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-3949325273154949895</id><published>2008-02-28T23:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:25:11.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gravy Song and Green Bean Muscles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-Jessica -&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;Two Daniel quotes that make me smile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We were singing together as a family (we do this occasionally - I play the piano and we all sing a hymn or two). We finished "Nothing But The Blood" and Daniel said, "Can we sing the gravy song?" He repeated, "Can we sing the gravy song?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the gravy song? I bet you'll sing it this Easter season - "Up from the grave He arose ..." :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Last night we were eating fresh green beans (among other things) for dinner, and Daniel said slowly and dramatically, kind of shaking his head in disappointment, "Mom, you should have made cauliflower. I wish you had cooked cauliflower." &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;Mom: "Why?"&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;Daniel: "Because it will make me strong!"&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;Dad: "Green beans will make you strong, too."&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;Daniel, delighted at this new information: "I'm going to eat green beans and cauliflower &lt;em&gt;every day &lt;/em&gt;so I can be &lt;em&gt;strong ... like a &lt;u&gt;man&lt;/u&gt;!!!" &lt;/em&gt;(Flex your arm muscles and scrunch up your face as your read "&lt;em&gt;strong ... like a &lt;u&gt;man&lt;/u&gt;!!")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I served the left over green beans for lunch today, he asked if he could have all of them, so he can be "really, really strong!" (Again, flex your biceps and scrunch up your face as you read this to feel a bit of his desire! I'd just like to have the energy to flex as dramatically as he does! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-3949325273154949895?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/3949325273154949895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=3949325273154949895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3949325273154949895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/3949325273154949895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/02/gravy-song.html' title='The Gravy Song and Green Bean Muscles'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-1448475368102276640</id><published>2008-02-02T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:34:51.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Miscommunication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Jessica - &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;On Halloween we were out front when a neighbor walked by. She casually asked Daniel if he was going "trick or treating"? He didn't know what she was talking about, so he politely avoided the question and we went on with our day. &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;Later in the day I heard Daniel say under his breath, "digger training, digger training." Finally he asked me, "Mom, are we really going to digger training?" I replied as many moms would, "Oh, that would be really neat, wouldn't it?!" (By they way, in our house, a "digger" is a generic term for construction vehicles - excavators, loaders, bulldozers, etc. - all of which Daniel has really liked for as long as I can remember!).&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;Still later in the day, Daniel asked Joseph about "digger training." Joseph was understandably confused. Daniel said emphatically, "Dad, the lady walking by our house this morning asked me about it! She asked if we were going to 'digger training!' Do I really get to go to digger training today??!!" &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;Trick-or-treating == Digger training&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 hear the similarity! We laughed and he laughed, and we all agreed that getting candy from our neighbors was a good 2nd to digger training! ;-)&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-1448475368102276640?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/1448475368102276640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=1448475368102276640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1448475368102276640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1448475368102276640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/02/halloween-miscommunication.html' title='Halloween Miscommunication'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-81535763564268339</id><published>2008-02-02T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:07:47.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel and His Guitar 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;- Jessica - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We like to play with musical instruments on our date night. (Not Joseph and me! The kids we watch when it is our turn to babysit!). Everyone picks one, we sing one verse of a song, and then everyone switches instruments. I think we sang Joy to the World 10 times last time we babysat! ;-) Anyway, after opening his guitar at Christmas, Daniel said, "Now date night is going to be REALLY fun!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week he shared his guitar with his friends at date night for the first time. One boy, Eric, asked Daniel, "Where did you learn to play so well?" Daniel replied confidently, "I just watch Mr. Stam!" (Mr. Stam is our church's music director and definitely one of Daniel's favorite people!) I pray Daniel not only learns to play the guitar from Mr. Stam, but also gleans his heart for worshipping the one true God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Amazing Grace ... 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Until now he has used various items such as an umbrella as his guitar.  But now he has the real deal.   And he loves it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get ready for his version of Holy, Holy, Holy ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d65177028680ed2c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd65177028680ed2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330422195%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7607D286596E1B2848B6A17B884B8AF2367E079B.38BAD080ACF7036ED977AC9468020FD6C2DA993E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd65177028680ed2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D98Zh7pHhAL2lkoSQfG50jDZSaPM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd65177028680ed2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330422195%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7607D286596E1B2848B6A17B884B8AF2367E079B.38BAD080ACF7036ED977AC9468020FD6C2DA993E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd65177028680ed2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D98Zh7pHhAL2lkoSQfG50jDZSaPM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-1974643690638130767?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d65177028680ed2c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/1974643690638130767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=1974643690638130767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1974643690638130767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1974643690638130767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/02/daniel-and-his-guitar.html' title='Daniel and His Guitar'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-7089632171689142259</id><published>2008-02-02T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:18:42.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldview Perceptions</title><content type='html'>- Jessica -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Questions to Guide your Children in Basic Worldview Perceptions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What happened today that reminded you of God?&lt;br /&gt;2.  What did you see today that reminds you that all people are sinners and need Jesus Christ?&lt;br /&gt;3.  What did you hear or see today that did not agree with the truth in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;4.  What part of God's creation did you enjoy the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from Rock-Solid Kids by Larry Fowler)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-7089632171689142259?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7089632171689142259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7089632171689142259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7089632171689142259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7089632171689142259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/02/worldview-perceptions.html' title='Worldview Perceptions'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-2042706088796509324</id><published>2008-02-02T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:17:55.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Jessica here - &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;Yikes!  3+ months have come and gone!  From Thanksgiving to mid-January we traveled or had company during 7 weeks.  What a special and amazing season of life!  &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;But our feet are back on the ground in Kentucky.  Joseph's classes have started back and we are in full swing.  So, I'm going to write some "Catch Up" blog posts - stuff from the last weeks, months, even years! ;-)  Get ready ... here we come!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2042706088796509324?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2042706088796509324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2042706088796509324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2042706088796509324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2042706088796509324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2008/02/catch-up.html' title='Catch up!'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-2113472853579520508</id><published>2007-10-20T23:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:36:29.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>David's latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;- Jessica writing - &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;David is almost 18 months old! He says a few words, mainly that only a mother (and maybe a father) could understand ... ball, dog, dump truck, plane, drink, spoon, fork, up, down, cracker, cookie, milk, banana, hat, hot, glasses, shoes, on, off, and uh-oh! He's got the basics covered!&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;He is very good at using his body to communicate. He very clearly and very often signs "please," occasionally signs "thank you." He dramatically shakes his head yes and no, and vigorously points for what he wants. He very cutely shrugs when he doesn't know where something is.&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;His newest creative communication is about hearing and seeing. We often have our windows open, and so he can hear the sounds outside - dogs, planes, balls bouncing, trucks, lawnmowers - some of this favorite things! When he hears one of these, he perks up and points to his ears, meaning "I hear something I like!" And then, especially during meals, he follows with pointing to his eyes and signing "please," meaning "I'd like to see it, please!" :-)&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;Tonight David laid down on his back in the bath tub so the water covered all of him except for his eyes, nose and mouth. This is a big step to let the water get in his ears - way to go, big guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123649249829696770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/Rxrb2LHLtQI/AAAAAAAAADo/CCR1_3Tr-fQ/s320/Daddy+and+David+-+snowman+pjs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123649254124664082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/Rxrb2bHLtRI/AAAAAAAAADw/qqk8mLgIPps/s320/David+-+snacks+in+a+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-2113472853579520508?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/2113472853579520508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=2113472853579520508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2113472853579520508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/2113472853579520508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2007/10/davids-latest.html' title='David&apos;s latest'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/Rxrb2LHLtQI/AAAAAAAAADo/CCR1_3Tr-fQ/s72-c/Daddy+and+David+-+snowman+pjs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-4208740377649678346</id><published>2007-10-20T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:36:29.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Jessica writing -&lt;/span&gt; &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;From the mind of a three year old boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster -&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, Daniel said, "Mom (urgency!), I have to go stinkies really badly, (pause) like a monster!" Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superhero -&lt;br /&gt;I had to re-plant our front flowers this week. As many jobs do, this one took longer than expected. So, I was finishing after dusk, when it was fairly dark. Daniel looked out the front door and said, "Mom, you are like a superhero!" Joseph asked him, "in what way?" He said, "They go out in the dark!" Interesting reasoning, but I'll be my son's superhero any day! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer -&lt;br /&gt;Daniel "really really really really really " wants to play soccer and football. Lots of life is filtered though these lenses. A neighbor heard him talking about this and told him that there is a soccer team for 3-year-olds in a league that the city has. You can imagine his excitement at this possibility! We told him we'd talk about it in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now his routine question is, "Mom, when are we going to talk about me playing soccer? I forgot." "In February, Daniel." "Mom, in February, after we talk about me playing soccer, if you think it is a good idea, can I get soccer shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continues ... we were buying socks, "Mom, are these the kind of sock I wear when I play soccer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, when I play on a soccer team, I'm going to run so fast nobody can catch me." I'm sure you will, Daniel, and I'll be there to cheer you on, "That's my boy!!" :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123648738728588530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrbYbHLtPI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZvXX7c2MJro/s320/Joseph+and+Daniel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-4208740377649678346?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/4208740377649678346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=4208740377649678346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4208740377649678346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/4208740377649678346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2007/10/quotes-from-daniel.html' title='Quotes from Daniel'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrbYbHLtPI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZvXX7c2MJro/s72-c/Joseph+and+Daniel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-8432895875338503062</id><published>2007-10-20T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:36:30.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huber's Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;- Jessica Writing -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Earlier this month,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we went to Huber's Farm and Orchard to get a pumpkin and some apples. It was a great southern Indiana evening!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123642141658821650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVYbHLtBI/AAAAAAAAABw/ekLDU5rWOFw/s320/Daniel+and+David+-+Tractor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVXbHLs_I/AAAAAAAAABg/EDv5vgvGSAY/s1600-h/Daniel+-+pumpkin+patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123642124478952434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVXbHLs_I/AAAAAAAAABg/EDv5vgvGSAY/s320/Daniel+-+pumpkin+patch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVX7HLtAI/AAAAAAAAABo/lhP18EoD-0o/s1600-h/Daniel+and+David+-+hay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123642133068887042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVX7HLtAI/AAAAAAAAABo/lhP18EoD-0o/s320/Daniel+and+David+-+hay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123643713616852066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrWz7HLtGI/AAAAAAAAACY/rYa7w08HHhE/s320/David+-+apple+picking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123642154543723570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVZLHLtDI/AAAAAAAAACA/TWW_9Cmd460/s320/David+-+apple+picking+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVYrHLtCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m9VNW7Fp9Rw/s1600-h/David+and+Daddy+-+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123642145953788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVYrHLtCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/m9VNW7Fp9Rw/s320/David+and+Daddy+-+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123643687847048274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrWybHLtFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BL308ppQC6A/s320/Daniel+-+swing.jpg" border="0" /&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/4506117836314152951-8432895875338503062?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/8432895875338503062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=8432895875338503062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8432895875338503062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/8432895875338503062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2007/10/hubers-farm.html' title='Huber&apos;s Farm'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrVYbHLtBI/AAAAAAAAABw/ekLDU5rWOFw/s72-c/Daniel+and+David+-+Tractor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-1986926018792218025</id><published>2007-10-15T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:36:30.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever eaten turtle?</title><content type='html'>- Jessica Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we hosted date night at our home. We watch kids from 5:30-8:30 pm once a month, and the other three families watch them the other weeks of the month. We watch 11 kids for three hours and get nine hours of dates! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A highlight tonight was eating turtle. Yep. Real live turtle. Well, I guess "real dead cooked cut up" turtle! ;-) But it used to be live! Our neighbor "Mr. Steve" had two snapping turtles from a friend. We saw them alive in his 55 gal buckets. Then we saw their shells after he cleaned them.&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we snacked on the meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids LOVED it!! Eric kept asking for more "chicken" please. :-) We had a big plate of little bite-sized pieces and each child had a tooth pick. And they ate A LOT of turtle!!! Thanks, Mr. Steve!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrYd7HLtII/AAAAAAAAACo/PX_WXf7QjJk/s1600-h/Date+night+-+turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123645534682985602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrYd7HLtII/AAAAAAAAACo/PX_WXf7QjJk/s320/Date+night+-+turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrYeLHLtJI/AAAAAAAAACw/P9Aa7AQ2IH4/s1600-h/Date+night+-+turtle+-+Micah,+Eric,+Daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123645538977952914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrYeLHLtJI/AAAAAAAAACw/P9Aa7AQ2IH4/s320/Date+night+-+turtle+-+Micah,+Eric,+Daniel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-1986926018792218025?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/1986926018792218025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=1986926018792218025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1986926018792218025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/1986926018792218025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-ever-eaten-turtle.html' title='Have you ever eaten turtle?'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrYd7HLtII/AAAAAAAAACo/PX_WXf7QjJk/s72-c/Date+night+-+turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-6027820858335653228</id><published>2007-10-13T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:36:31.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph has a job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxraY7HLtNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u7XZhvhhKdM/s1600-h/Daddy+and+boys+-+ready+for+work+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123647647806895314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxraY7HLtNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u7XZhvhhKdM/s320/Daddy+and+boys+-+ready+for+work+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joseph is no longer unemployed! He will have orientation Monday for his new job as a security guard. He gets to study on the job! Woo-hoo! :-) Thanks, Lord, for your provision in this way!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrZPrHLtKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jhWmCMabUr8/s1600-h/Daddy+and+boys+-+ready+for+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123646389381477538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxrZPrHLtKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jhWmCMabUr8/s320/Daddy+and+boys+-+ready+for+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4506117836314152951-6027820858335653228?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/6027820858335653228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=6027820858335653228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/6027820858335653228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/6027820858335653228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2007/10/joseph-has-job.html' title='Joseph has a job!'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxraY7HLtNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u7XZhvhhKdM/s72-c/Daddy+and+boys+-+ready+for+work+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4506117836314152951.post-7039879367003683575</id><published>2007-10-13T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:36:31.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessica:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Welcome to the Kentucky Bonura's world!! (At least we are the Kentucky Bonuras for now! We used be the California Bonura's ... and who knows where we'll be in the future.) Let me tell you a little about us ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joseph and I have been married for 8 years. My new theme for our marriage is "tender affection." Thanks &lt;u&gt;Feminine Appeal&lt;/u&gt; for the charge to treat my husband in this way!&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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxGLsLHLs5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/su-dnUE5Juc/s1600-h/Daniel+-+worker.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxGL4LHLs6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/p_xPatRXUFM/s1600-h/Daniel+-+worker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121028048468816802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxGL4LHLs6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/p_xPatRXUFM/s200/Daniel+-+worker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have 2 kids - Daniel Joseph and David Jonathan. Daniel was born on June 5, 2004. He was named after his Pappap (Daniel Samuel Joseph Bonura) and his dad (Joseph Daniel Bonura). "Daniel" means "God is my judge," and we do pray that Daniel fears God, not man, and strives to please God above all. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxGMZLHLs8I/AAAAAAAAABE/4JPUqai3Wyg/s1600-h/David+-+walking+in+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121028615404499906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxGMZLHLs8I/AAAAAAAAABE/4JPUqai3Wyg/s200/David+-+walking+in+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;David was born on April 26, 2006. He was named after his Gramps (David Charles Anderson) and his uncle (Jonathan David Anderson). David means "beloved" and he is certainly beloved by God! We pray he will know the love of God through Christ deeply and personally from an early age!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We now live in Louisville, KY so that Joseph can study at the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, &lt;a href="http://sbts.edu/"&gt;http://sbts.edu/&lt;/a&gt;. We used to live in Bakersfield, CA for almost 7 years where Joseph was a junior high pastor at a solid church - RiverLakes Community Church, &lt;a href="http://riverlakeschurch.org/"&gt;http://riverlakeschurch.org/&lt;/a&gt;. We loved our time there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In Louisville, we live in a brick house with a great back yard, great neighbors, and a park across the street. It has three bedrooms, one bath, and an attached one-car garage that we may finish into a family room. We like the wood floors and it is the same layout as our house in Bakersfield, which we enjoyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are members of Clifton Baptist Church, &lt;a href="http://cliftonbaptist.org/"&gt;http://cliftonbaptist.org/&lt;/a&gt;. We play fantasy football. We drive a '93 Pontiac Grand Prix. We eat lots of apples and bananas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is just the beginning! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4506117836314152951-7039879367003683575?l=josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/feeds/7039879367003683575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4506117836314152951&amp;postID=7039879367003683575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7039879367003683575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4506117836314152951/posts/default/7039879367003683575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephandjessicabonura.blogspot.com/2007/10/entry-1.html' title='Welcome to our world!'/><author><name>JosephB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14705765209095738621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/R-7unmWi_PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zkVUJoqlUp0/S220/Joseph+and+Jessica+hands.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1G0gs5ReQBs/RxGL4LHLs6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/p_xPatRXUFM/s72-c/Daniel+-+worker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
