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href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2010/01/banner-created-with-mybannermakercom.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1556060161495643103</id><published>2009-08-03T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:29:04.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>So this blogging from the iPhone is just not as easy. I just don't think I'm patient enough for it, and I don't know how to make it all cutsie and whatnot. But, I will update with a few pictures, then maybe when we go to Columbus I can try to update the whole look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is gearing up to start first grade. Scary, I know. She's not really sure that she wants to go. We're hoping and praying for another wonderful year, for a teacher we love half as much as we loved Mr. Shivers, and for Erin to be in our class again. We went and got our bookbag yesterday. Hot pink cheetah print. She will not be lost in a crowd. She &amp; KK are going tennis shoe shopping this weekend, so I'll update with pictures.KK also got Grace a real desk out of one of their old classrooms. It is in Grace's room, and ready for her to do her homework in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Jack is a wild man (if there was ever any doubt that he would be!) He's a crawling machine! He really wants to climb the stairs. It's time to REALLY start babyproofing the house. Still only has two teeth, but one of his new favorites is to bite mommy on the shoulder, so we're thinking more teeth ate on there way. At his 9 month check up he was 24lbs 10oz and 30.5 inches long. He's huge!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my moment of peace is up. Enjoy some pictures, and I'll try to do better updating. No promises though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/08/03/390.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/08/03/s_390.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Wes, Kerry, Grace &amp; Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1556060161495643103?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1556060161495643103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1556060161495643103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1556060161495643103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1556060161495643103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-back.html' title='We&amp;#39;re back!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-8767004830634616581</id><published>2009-05-10T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:59:18.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much to be thankful for!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/314.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/s_314.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/315.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/s_315.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/316.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/s_316.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Wes, Kerry, Grace &amp; Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-8767004830634616581?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8767004830634616581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=8767004830634616581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8767004830634616581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8767004830634616581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-to-be-thankful-for-wes-kerry.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-195375229727914016</id><published>2009-05-10T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:41:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Today has been fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;First off, I was "on call" last night &amp; didn't have to go to work. It stressed me out at first (bc I really don't want to use vacation time when I've gotten myself all psyched up to work), but being able to. E women up this morning to beautiful homemade cards ( yes.....multiple), presents, AND breakfast made by Grace (with a little help). Then we went to a beautiful service at church. The music was amazing this morning, and the message even more so. I was then treated to an afternoon nap. (wonderful gift!!!!) now we're playing outside and getting ready to grill some porkchops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has been so wonderful to me, not just today, but everyday. They ha e made it a point to treat me Extra special today.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for my mother. She encompasses all that I want to be as a mother. I have been so fortunate this past week to spend soMe extra time with my mom. She drove over for Grace's musical (which deserves it's own post), we then found her a dress for Meagan's wedding. I had so much fun doing g this with her, to be her friend. And y'all better be ready....mom looks GOOD in her dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the other mommies in my life. My wonderful mother in law. I am very , very blessed to have her in my life, and my babies life. She deserves a big celebration for raising those kids of hers :). And for making my husband the loving man he is....she gets all the credit for that one. To my sister and sister in law, I am goD that you are moms because you have given me the wonderful gift of being an aunt to two adorable little guys!  Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much about who I want to bs as a mommy from these, and many other moms in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/302.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/s_302.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Wes, Kerry, Grace &amp; Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-195375229727914016?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/195375229727914016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=195375229727914016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/195375229727914016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/195375229727914016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mother-day.html' title='Happy Mother&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1386326061634784787</id><published>2009-05-09T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:22:33.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea!</title><content type='html'>I figured it out!!!! Woohoo! Enjoy some recent pics. Promise to update more frequently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/09/431.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/09/s_431.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/09/432.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/09/s_432.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Wes, Kerry, Grace &amp; Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1386326061634784787?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1386326061634784787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1386326061634784787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1386326061634784787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1386326061634784787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/yea.html' title='Yea!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-5800002599341536694</id><published>2009-05-09T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:10:59.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>We've gotten rid of the Internet at our house (since we have access on our phones), but it has made blogging a challenge.  The keyboard on this thing is taking some getting used to. I don't know how to download photos on here, but promise to figure out how.  Everyone here is good.... Will update soon on all the going ons at our home. Happy mothers day!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-5800002599341536694?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5800002599341536694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=5800002599341536694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/5800002599341536694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/5800002599341536694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1032670798172919795</id><published>2009-05-01T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:01:40.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing this</title><content type='html'>Congratulations Jennifer and Alex!  Austin Alexander is perfect!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1032670798172919795?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1032670798172919795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1032670798172919795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1032670798172919795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1032670798172919795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-testing-this.html' title='Just testing this'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-3530460215070520506</id><published>2009-04-02T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:00:25.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ok...'/><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>So, for some reason my photos don't want to load onto here. Not sure what's going on. I think it's because I have a million, Wes thinks it has something to do with the operator (however, he hasn't tried to help me yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's an update. With no pictures. You are probably all going to stop reading now. I will post pictures as soon as I can get them to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney World was a blast! We loved every moment, except maybe leaving. WE got to go to every park, and we rode all our favorite rides, met all our favorite characters. Wes &amp; I also decided that 5-6 years old is the PERFECT time to take a kiddo. Everything was so real &amp; exciting to her. The characters were REAL, so REAL. She couldn't believe that she got to meet real princesses and Mickey and his gang. When we rode Space Mountain she was convinced we were on a space ship going to space. We rode the Dinosaur ride at Animal Kingdom....she told us "Mr. Shivers told me that dinosaurs were extinct, I can't wait to tell him about the ones I saw".At the end of  IT's a Small World, when they're all dressed in white, she leaned over and said....."this looks like heaven". She nearly cried when tinker bell flew out of the castle. We can't wait to take her back. I promise to share more sweet stories once I can upload the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer season officially started last night. She is having so much fun this season. We don;t want to have to move up to the all girls league next season, we love our team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is growing like crazy. While we were in Disney World he started rolling like crazy (maybe he was trying to run from Jake, who knows!?).He still has such a sweet disposition. He adores Grace (as he should). She adores him as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...my children were occupied for all of thirty seconds...no longer. I'll try to update more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-3530460215070520506?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3530460215070520506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=3530460215070520506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3530460215070520506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3530460215070520506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-89792188340277908</id><published>2009-02-23T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:54:59.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week...or two....actually it's been three now</title><content type='html'>February 7th: WES running 102 degree temp....diagnosed with bronchitis. Given a steroid shot, antibiotics, and couch syrup that made him crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 16th: KERRY goes to doctor (shocker!) not given a diagnosis...doc said it was "probably" something viral. Given a steroid shot and a z-pack. Refused the crazy cough syrup. Thanks but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 17th: GRACE turns 6!!!! Pop and KK surprise her by picking her up from school.  (Lucky girl!!!)JACK runs a 103 temp. Taken to the doctor (after hours clinic) and diagnosed with fever (you're kidding, right?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 20th: JACK STILL running fever, now GRACE begins running 102 temp also. I call after hours clinic (because no child ever gets sick when the doctors office is actually open!) and they say to keep giving tylenol and motrin. They tell us to take them immediately to the ER if their temp gets to 105 (Uh, scary.) and to call the doctor if the fever doesn't go away. I ask at what point does it count as not going away since JACK has had one off and on since TUESDAY. Don't really get a straight answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 21st: GRANNY ANNIE, IVYE, LIZ, ZACH (FROM nASHVILLE), KRISTY (FROM TEXAS), MOM, MEAGAN, JAKE, SARAH, AND ANDREW are all at our house. GRACE begins running fever again, and is MISERABLE. Meanwhile, she is still getting Tylenol and Motrin around the clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 22nd: POP,BEN, DAVIE ANN, AUNT DANA, AND MR. FARMER (in addition to all of the other folks previously mentioned) come to JACK'S dedication at church. What a special moment!! To have all of those people there and to promise with us, to raise JACK to know and love the Lord. A sweet couple from our Sunday School class, Tim and Amanda, were also there. It meant so much to Wes and I that they were there. We love our new church home. We love the preacher, the children's department, and the Sunday School class that we have become involved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that same day we PARTY for GRACE'S birthday at the gym she takes gymnastics from. It was a ton of fun, I will have to upload video and photo later...because I'm not sure if the kiddos or the grown folks had more fun. Grace got lots of fun gifts, and we got to eat Edgar's cake. Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we take KRISTY back to the airport (nearly everyone had gone by this point) Grace's temp soared back to 102, and I cried the whole way back from the airport. I was so overwhelmed by the love that surrounds my family. We are blessed, blessed, blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 23rd: my sweet babes FINALLY get to see a doctor!!!!We had a scheduled visit for JACK's four month check-up, and they squeezed GRACE in. Let me tell you...the whole visit was traumatic! JACK is 18 pounds 11 ounces and 27 inches long!!! He is off the charts for length (which is hilarious).  We get to start him on foods and juices. He got four shots, and screamed the rest of the time we were at the office. Then GRACE gets swabbed for the flu and strep and has to have her finger pricked. The other lab tech is having to hold JACK so that I can hold GRACE down. SHe cries the rest of the time we are there also. We then have to wait in the waiting room for 20 minutes before we find out that GRACE has the FLU. The stinking FLU!!! So, we finally get a script for her and one for JACK (he has eczema).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent the rest of the day at home in front of the TV. Where we plan on staying until she can go back to school on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past three weeks made me appreciate Pam Sykes even more. She was our pediatrician in Columbus, but she was also her friend. SHe often says that my dad is her oldest patient! We love our doctor here, Dr. Blair, but we LOVE Pam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to complain, because we are so fortunate. I work with people who spend at least a minimum of 3 weeks to a month IN THE HOSPITAL. Some of them are there much longer, and some never go home again. So, as awful as the past three months have been, in the scheme of tings, we are very fortunate. And, we have the best support system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love all of you that were here to make this weekend so special. We really hope you don't all end up with the flu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-89792188340277908?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/89792188340277908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=89792188340277908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/89792188340277908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/89792188340277908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-weekor-twoactually-its-been-three.html' title='What a week...or two....actually it&apos;s been three now'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-8290888978928252256</id><published>2009-02-12T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:41:04.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown begins!</title><content type='html'>Sweet baby Grace will be SIX YEARS OLD on Tuesday. Crazy. We're going to party at her gymnastics gym the following Sunday. She's very excited, and think we should start celebrating NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other cute news....she told me this morning that "Me &amp; Jack are STARVING to see Pop &amp; KK!" Funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAck is being dedicated at church on the 22nd. If you're in the Birmingham area....or not...please join us for this special day. Later that day we will be having cake and ice cream to celebrate Grace's birth! Big Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is still better than yours. He's amazing. He keeps our house functioning smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has had a good of a week as I have. I promise to post more pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-8290888978928252256?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8290888978928252256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=8290888978928252256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8290888978928252256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8290888978928252256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/02/countdown-begins.html' title='The countdown begins!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-3207538803681413973</id><published>2009-02-02T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:20:12.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh!</title><content type='html'>Hope you all enjoyed the sweet video of Jack. He gets so tickled with himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.......&lt;br /&gt;My sweet girl has turned into a delinquent. Sad, but true. I picked her up from school the other day, and as soon as she got into the car she burst into tears. When I asked her what was wrong she told me that she had a REALLY bad day and handed me her take home folder. There was a note form her teacher that said "check your email". Uh-oh. I asked Grace what happened, but she was so upset, most of what she told me was not comprehensible. When we got home I sent her to her room until I checked my email. Well, a police officer had come to read to Grace's class and had to get onto one of Grace's classmates. Grace told the officer that she could not tell her friend what to do. OOps. After I read the email, I went to go talk to Grace, and she had fallen asleep. She had worked herself up so much. Poor girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you would enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-3207538803681413973?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3207538803681413973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=3207538803681413973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3207538803681413973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3207538803681413973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-4707406270111637001</id><published>2009-02-01T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:15:05.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7020f226653e180" 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 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-8411528433244739332</id><published>2009-01-15T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:15:31.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>WE ARE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD FOR SPRING BREAK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents called the other night and asked if they could give Grace a trip to Disney for her 6th birthday. Of course we said YES!! Grace is so pumped (maybe not as much as Wes and I :) ) but I honestly don't think she has a clue what Disney is and what all it encompasses. We are so excited! Any advice for taking a six year old to Disney is welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Jack started Mother's Day Out. He goes for a couple of hours two days a week. He seems to be tolerating it well. He's smiling when I drop him off, and smiling when I pick him up. I don't think the little man could get much cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to plan a birthday party for our almost 6 year old, and everything is so freaking expensive. I need you creative people to help me out on this one. We thought we could rent out the indoor pool at the Y for a reasonable price and have a pool party, but they informed us that would cost us major $$$$. And the jumper places around here are ridiculous. We've talked about having a spend the night party, but I don't know enough mama's. I know I wouldn't be comfortable with Grace spending the night with some stranger. So, I need help. Suggestions please, and in a hurry....her birthday is in 4 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night shift is going ok. Actually, work is going really well, it's the trying to rest and eat and all that I can't figure out. I can only sleep for a couple of hours at a time, so I am never really rested. Then, I can't figure out when to eat, and what I'm supposed to eat. But, I feel like I get to see the kiddos more. It's cutting in to mine and Wes's time, so we are working on spending "quality" time together since we don't have the "quantity".  Wes has been amazing. He has tried to make it so that I get as much sleep as possible. He has really taken over so many of the household responsibilities. I hope once I can figure out a routine, I can be a better wife to him, you know dinner on the table every night....haha. Seriously though, he is the best. I don't think many dads would be willing to take on the responsibilities that he has in order for me to be able to be home with my babies more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is staying warm. We've pulled out all of our fleece. &lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful remainder of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-8411528433244739332?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8411528433244739332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=8411528433244739332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8411528433244739332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8411528433244739332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-7502309713470585195</id><published>2009-01-10T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:16:18.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just pictures!!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from the holidays.  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Some times it is just because we love her, and other times its because she really is the most amazing 5 year old person to ever walk the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, soon after the Thanksgiving holiday's came to an end, the Farmer family decided it was time to break out the Christmas decorations, well, Kerry decided and Grace and I knew better than to argue.  I broke out our puny little pre-lit Christmas tree and stacked it, section on section.  To our delight, it lit right up.  Kerry unloaded our chest full of Christmas decorations and Grace and I spent the evening deciding exactly where each hand print, gingerbread man, and snowglobe would go.  Kerry found an XM station on the television blaring Christmas Carols, so in our best Bing Crosby and Mariah Carey impersonations, we filled our home with joy and Jack's face with fear.  When all was said and done, we had done a pretty darn good job decorating our living room with our modest decorations, complete with Granny Annie's nutcrackers.  It was a great night, Kay would have been proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Grace and I woke up, we had to return to work and school.  Kerry and Jack played all day.  It was business as usual at the Farmer house hold.  But later that night, something magical happened.  A present had appeared under our tree.  It was small, white, and on it was written, To: Mom  From: Grace.  I asked mom, she said it had just appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next 3-4 weeks, more and more of these presents appeared under the tree as well as some other more intricately wrapped packages.  But none as fancy as those Grace fashioned.  Kerry and I never knew where they came from, we never asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Thursday night, the night before Grace was getting out for Christmas break, Kerry and Grace were making plans for the next day.  It was a big day because not only was Grace only going to school for a half day, but she was also going to get to attend mommy's Christmas party at work.  Kerry was explaining to Grace the things that she might encounter while at this party.  "Grace, tomorrow you will have to be on your very best behavior, everyone will be very excited that you are there, but some of the people are very sick, some of the people will be very old, some of the people will be very weak, and some of the people may not have much or any hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Kerry showed up to Mr. Mike's class to pick up a very excited Grace, she was quickly informed by Mr. Mike that Grace had spent the morning with her friends, not watching the movie the Polar Express.  Instead Grace and her friends had been making heart shaped cards to give to all of mommy's patients for Christmas.  Grace behaved at the Christmas party, she had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time came for Kerry, Grace, and Jack to head to Columbus for Christmas, I spent the evening packing 5 suitcases, a pack and play crib for Jack, a bag full of bottles, a stroller, movies, a bag of barbies, and all of the presents under the tree including one bag full of presents marked from Graces.  It was a Glad lock garbage bag full of Grace's treasures, she was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to join the rest of the Farmer family on Christmas eve.  Grace had spent the week playing with her Pop and KK, Jacob, Meagan, Johnathan, and Uncle Ben.  She was very well taken care of, you could tell that she was not lost in all that is KK's house during the Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was spent tracking Santa on the computer, watching for him as he crossed the oceans and continents on his way to KK's house.  We all got dressed up and went to First United Methodist for Christmas eve service, and returned home ready to hit the hay, so Santa could come to see us all.  Grace was very, very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Christmas morning.  Not too early, hot coffee brewing, packages everywhere.  Grace and Jacob made out like bandits, Jack faired pretty well also.  Kerry and I got all we could ever ask for.  It was perfect.  There were smiles and hugs and wrapping paper everywhere.  Take another look at the picture, it doesn't get much better.  All the presents were opened, all the presents but the ones in a little Glad lock garbage bag marked, From: Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She almost forgot, she almost was so overwhelmed by all that she had, but when she finally remembered her treasures, the world stopped, her mind kicked into gear, and Christmas finally started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw the bag on her shoulder, in her best Santa stance she marched.  She pulled out present after present, there was one for each of us.  They were perfect.  Everyone in the room received one, they were notes, pictures, drawings, each one done with love, each one unique, drawn perfectly for it's recipient, wrapped in the same computer paper that they were drawn on, and labeled in black cursive writing, so fancy for a 5 year old.  You couldn't imagined a more excited 5 year old, but something was wrong.  She looked into the bottom of her bag and there was one present left.  It didn't have a name on it.  Who's was it?  Kk and pop had thiers, Ben, Meagan, Johnathan were all taken care of.  Mom and Dad's were delivered, of course mom got two.  Who's was this last present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right on cue, Uncle Bud wheeled himself through the living room, he had been getting ready to head to his apartment with Penny.  Grace's eyes lit up.  She knew where that present belonged and she marched over, dragging her Christmas bag over to Bud, smiling from ear to ear.  It was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Bud doesn't hear well, and didn't really know what was going on, but it didn't take long for him to realize that he was being sought out.  Grace presented Bud with her gift, "Merry Christmas Bud!!"  He looked around, as he held the present.  He moved it around in his hands.  He looked at the marks on the paper, then he realized what it was, and what was going on.  He smiled.  He carefully opened it and analyzed it.  Grace's cursive was a little much for Uncle Bud so he asked Grace to read it.  "Bud, I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU, You are funny, I love you, I love you, Love Grace!!"  Bud didn't take his eyes off of the paper.  He just sat there.  Grace reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek, and said, I love you Bud, Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was over, I was done.  Ben and I were crying already, it was more than any father or mother could take.  None of this was prompted.  Like i said, Grace simply noticed we had a Christmas tree and no presents, she took it on herself to fix that problem.  And she thought of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud looked up, said thank you, and then informed Grace, with a proud smile that this, he raised the paper, was the best present he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can assure you, I will never forget Christmas 2008.  It was a great Christmas, it was Jack's first Christmas.  Kerry got a new truck, I got a saw.  But Grace made sure that everyone at KK and Pop's house remembered that it was better to give than to receive, that Christmas isn't about presents, but about family, about love, and about relationships.  She put everyone else on a pedastol, she made sure everyone in that house knew how she felt about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best little girl a dad could ever want!  I don't need to tell you why, i just do.  And nobody, nobody, had a better Christmas than i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkbtNSH7dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GRUb8RmbTo4/s1600-h/photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkbtNSH7dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GRUb8RmbTo4/s400/photo-0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789700797099474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkb1CymBrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Duw037xTLAk/s1600-h/391993-R1-048-22A_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkb1CymBrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Duw037xTLAk/s400/391993-R1-048-22A_022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789835419453106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkbmgZNIvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eiak7BrlRJA/s1600-h/photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkbmgZNIvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eiak7BrlRJA/s400/photo-0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789585667990258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkbf_5TBDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/gJPjh5UV-ms/s1600-h/391993-R1-022-9A_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkbf_5TBDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/gJPjh5UV-ms/s400/391993-R1-022-9A_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789473865008178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkbbAclFvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/u7Ux6JNUebM/s1600-h/391993-R1-014-5A_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkbbAclFvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/u7Ux6JNUebM/s400/391993-R1-014-5A_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289789388113647346" 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/4616044389144422663-7502309713470585195?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7502309713470585195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=7502309713470585195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/7502309713470585195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/7502309713470585195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-pictures.html' title='just pictures!!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SWkcMMqJHPI/AAAAAAAAARI/ndOQtHaLtzU/s72-c/391993-R1-024-10A_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1715507374044405932</id><published>2009-01-02T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:23:49.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way behind</title><content type='html'>Of course.&lt;br /&gt;I have started back to work, so I don't have ALL day to play on the computer...just part of the day!&lt;br /&gt;I will have to back track later and share with all about our WONDERFUL Christmas, but I wanted to wait until I had pictures to post also. And, you all need to see how big my baby boy is now, here's a preview.......at 9 weeks he was 14lb 12 oz, 24 3/4 inches long. 97% percentile for both! So big and so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;But, instead of enjoying my beautiful pictures of my kiddos, or read sweet stories about them...I'm going to write about myself. If that seems boring, it probably is, you can quit reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write down my New Year's resolutions. I keep forgetting what they are, so I need to have a place that I will remember what they are. THey aren't that exciting, but they are important to me. I've not ever really made a New Years resolution before, but I have thought long and hard...and I have a few for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: I want to become more active. No, not lose 20 pounds (although I would be ok with that). Just become more active. Walk everyday, swim at the Y, take a class or two at the Y, ride bikes (even though I don't have one). I want to find something that all of us can do together. It is so important, and I don't think I have ever really realized the importance. I'm kind of a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: I want to be that person that people enjoy being around. You know, the one you have a 2 second or 2 hour converstaion with and you leave feeling better about yourself. I want people to know how much I genuinely care about them, because I do, all of you (ask Wes...I keep him up lots at nigth telling him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: I want to become involved in a church/ SS class/ bible study. I want to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: I want a hobby...any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK that is all...but I will have to ask WEs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1715507374044405932?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1715507374044405932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1715507374044405932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1715507374044405932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1715507374044405932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-behind.html' title='Way behind'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2401368035220524588</id><published>2008-12-19T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:11:05.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mama</title><content type='html'>I have THE sweetest 5 year old on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Christmas party on the BMT unit, and of course I wanted to go see everyone. It was so great to see how well everyone was doing, and celebrate the holidays with them. I have to give credit to all of my patients and their families....they make me want to be a better person, a better nurse. They help me to appreciate the small things, to not take time with my children for granted. I was so honored, and so proud, that I got to share my family with my patients, and my patients with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to why my baby Grace is so sweet. I told her last night that we were going to the party today. I wanted to prepare her for the fact that a lot of people would not have there hair, and some people may be wearing masks. That could be pretty scary for 5 year old. Well, not my five year old. She had a half day at school today since it was the last day before the holidays. They pretty much played all day. WELL, Grace decided to color and cut out hearts for "mommy's patients" She wanted to do something special since they are "sick". (Unfortunately, dumb ole mom left them at home.) But, she visited and chatted with everyone. Jack was a doll, and got his fair share of loving as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my camera, but I believe some other folks got some pictures, so I will try to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sad day....my baby, baby is 8 weeks today, and I have exactly 9 days before I go back to work. I'm stressing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2401368035220524588?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2401368035220524588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2401368035220524588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2401368035220524588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2401368035220524588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/proud-mama.html' title='Proud Mama'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-876939481355540573</id><published>2008-12-11T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:51:27.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Chapel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SUFSmGhyRLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TEdvCfFAv6k/s1600-h/64867-R1-18-6A_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SUFSmGhyRLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TEdvCfFAv6k/s400/64867-R1-18-6A_019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278591052795757746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And they're FINALLY getting Married!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YeA!&lt;br /&gt;We are headed to Columbus tomorrow (if we don't get snowed in..haha) for the big wedding. My dear, dear friends Andrew and Sarah are finally getting married. After, oh, 10-12 years of dating. It goes all the way back to 7th grade, and I'm honored to say that I have been there through most of those years, and I will be there Saturday. I absolutely can not wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-876939481355540573?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/876939481355540573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=876939481355540573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/876939481355540573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/876939481355540573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the Chapel....'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SUFSmGhyRLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TEdvCfFAv6k/s72-c/64867-R1-18-6A_019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1666649339291277218</id><published>2008-12-04T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:54:02.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt at a Christmas Card...and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThOwnksNvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LfzS6RUdclw/s1600-h/12-3-2008-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThOwnksNvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LfzS6RUdclw/s400/12-3-2008-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276053560628098802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So accurate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThOaZ2_ZFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7Lsgg5Jmreg/s1600-h/12-3-2008-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThOaZ2_ZFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7Lsgg5Jmreg/s400/12-3-2008-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276053178989634642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThN6IctyMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HVw-saEtkEI/s1600-h/12-3-2008-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThN6IctyMI/AAAAAAAAAPY/HVw-saEtkEI/s400/12-3-2008-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276052624560212162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThNlVArGuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NjdglkV6HtE/s1600-h/12-3-2008-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThNlVArGuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NjdglkV6HtE/s400/12-3-2008-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276052267155004130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThMtbQY8NI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y5VyqHydJW0/s1600-h/12-3-2008-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThMtbQY8NI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y5VyqHydJW0/s400/12-3-2008-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276051306758861010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We put up our Christmas decorations the other night, and I attempted to take a picture of the kiddos to use for a Christmas card....HAHAHAH!!! If Jack was behaving, Grace wasn't. Typical, huh? I did get some cute photos though. We had a good time together. This may be the last year that our tree is safe for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThNKqE5l8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/YuPwgrYkpEs/s1600-h/12-3-2008-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThNKqE5l8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/YuPwgrYkpEs/s400/12-3-2008-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276051808953407426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We took LOTS of pictures, and Grace even snapped a few.....future photographer maybe?!?  To bad her subjects look kind of rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rough, Grace had a bout with the stomach bug last night....not pretty. She hasn't learned the art of aiming for surfaces other than the carpet. Poor baby. she is feeling much better today though. Needless to say , none of us got any sleep last night though. We're just praying Jack doesn't end up with it. Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'s biggest concern was missing school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of photos are a little older, but they're sweet, and I thou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ght you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; might enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThPOlj5oZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4IH9UIOtItM/s1600-h/12-3-2008-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThPOlj5oZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4IH9UIOtItM/s400/12-3-2008-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276054075483988370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She really was sound asleep in this picture. Jack was sleeping on  the couch, and she curled up next to him and was OUT. She does this in the car too....lays her head on his carseat and zonks out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThP0HkX1JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/FQFB41Z8BnY/s1600-h/12-3-2008-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThP0HkX1JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/FQFB41Z8BnY/s400/12-3-2008-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276054720267932818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pray for us!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThQa6TX-jI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X6i4dFTwuS4/s1600-h/12-3-2008-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThQa6TX-jI/AAAAAAAAAQA/X6i4dFTwuS4/s400/12-3-2008-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276055386721876530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh--I have a prayer request also, I am searing for a Mother's Day Out Program for Jack to attend a couple of days a week so I can catch up on my sleep (since I'll be working nights). It seems as though they are all September thru May programs  (apparently you don't need child care in the summer). There is one that is year round, that is near our house. Currently they only have a Wednesday spot available. We were really hoping for a two day a week option, so we are praying hard that one wil come open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has had a good week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1666649339291277218?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1666649339291277218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1666649339291277218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1666649339291277218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1666649339291277218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/attempt-at-christmas-cardand-more.html' title='Attempt at a Christmas Card...and more'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SThOwnksNvI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LfzS6RUdclw/s72-c/12-3-2008-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1322214286618675844</id><published>2008-12-02T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:07:17.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks....</title><content type='html'>First off, I know my banner is not center, and the picture is old....bear with me. I have NO pictures of the four of us, and I CANNOT CENTER MY PICTURE!! Help, please, someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Thanksgiving break was wonderful. We checked Grace out of school at lunch on Tuesday and headed to Columbus! We did a lot of hanging out with the family, and visiting a few of our favorite people. Nearly ALL of the Ellis' were in town (minus my sweet Jake and Meagan, Georgia and her babies, and Uncle Bernie).  We had a great time visiting with them as well as all of my in-laws. It was a very relaxed Thanksgiving day (considering we had to be in three places).  Grace LOVES being around family. She's got a lot of me in her, I'm all about family and traditions. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX0EwTJWZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ds4PsSQhXBo/s1600-h/cousins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX0EwTJWZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ds4PsSQhXBo/s400/cousins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275390901056264594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX2CYTiiWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3Aja81OjyOE/s1600-h/martin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX2CYTiiWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3Aja81OjyOE/s400/martin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275393059278981474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my family got to meet Jack for the first time....it was wonderful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX0bRDzqpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PiCWXKlLvHk/s1600-h/daniel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX0bRDzqpI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PiCWXKlLvHk/s400/daniel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275391287807421074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are one in the same. Grace adores Daniel. That's another trait she got from her mother. I was sure for the longest time that I would marry him (and if we lived in East Tennessee, I probably would have :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX020v6ApI/AAAAAAAAAOY/s1UpFDVQObU/s1600-h/davie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX020v6ApI/AAAAAAAAAOY/s1UpFDVQObU/s400/davie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275391761244095122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some good quality time in with Ben and of course sweet Davie Ann. This is such a sweet picture of them that I couldn't help but share it. They decorated a gingerbread house with Grace, and we enjoyed sharing our love for MadGab with the rest of our family. Of course it will be hard to beat the "Gay twin sled" moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX1nyQgFVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cAUVJ0zhArk/s1600-h/bud.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX1nyQgFVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cAUVJ0zhArk/s400/bud.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275392602389091666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack got to hang out with Uncle Bud last week a good bit. Little JW really loves big JW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX2Q5e3c3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QmhbwJ0axoU/s1600-h/tyson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX2Q5e3c3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QmhbwJ0axoU/s400/tyson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275393308703028082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX3HkJgSeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0-5YyG1Tlic/s1600-h/tyson2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX3HkJgSeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0-5YyG1Tlic/s400/tyson2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275394247869090274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is no secret that my daughter is madly in love with Tyson Lee,  nor is it that my husband would like for Jack to grow up and be QB1 at an SEC school. But, most importantly, I want my children to grow up with a heart like Tyson's. I won't go on and on....but what an amazing kid.....I hope I am half the mother his is to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few other fun things that I did not get pictures of....like our visit with the Carters, and with Kristy and DeAnna. Wes and I have all ready spoken to Jesse and Delene about the arranged marriage between Jack and Abby. That girl is precious! And we LOVE baby Caleigh, even though she is all grown up. Kristy is half of my sanity. She loves my family nearly as mch as they love her. She is my strong person. I want to be like her one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas decorations are up....but that is a post for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1322214286618675844?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1322214286618675844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1322214286618675844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1322214286618675844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1322214286618675844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks....'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/STX0EwTJWZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ds4PsSQhXBo/s72-c/cousins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1683589825567350582</id><published>2008-11-21T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:52:47.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for a break.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I know, I know. I've had a break for the past 4 weeks, but I'm still ready for a break. I am ready for Wes and Grace to have a break, to go HOME for 5 days, and just enjoy my family. I'm ready to sit around and visit with all of my family (minus Meagan, Jake and Jon). To love on and be loved on. To play with sweet baby Charlie. To eat LOTS of good food. To visit with dear friends. To hang out with my parents. To hang out with my brother. To show off my two beautiful children. To snuggle with my hubby in the town we fell in love in. I'm just ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SSbUjMzBiKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/P2o9BdNSZD0/s1600-h/100_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SSbUjMzBiKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/P2o9BdNSZD0/s400/100_1150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271134115079489698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;It is so hard to believe that our sweet baby Jack is nearly a whole month old!!  He's so big, and so sweet. We had to retire our 0-3 month footie pj's, because he just did not have enough room to stretch out in them. He couldn't straighten his poor little legs. So yes, our nearly one month old is now wearing 3-6 month pj's. So sad how quickly he is growing up. Soon I will be posting about him starting Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SSbWR5mozgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WUs9_d20U-E/s1600-h/favorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SSbWR5mozgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WUs9_d20U-E/s400/favorite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271136016892743170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaking of Kindergarten...let's talk about my favorite kindergartner! THis has got to be one of my new favorite pictures. This is Grace the first time she saw Jack. Amazing isn't it?!?! The emotions that a five year old baby experience. She was so overwhelmed, so excited, a bit nervous, and so so so so in love at first sight. It was feelings both Wes and I experienced when we first saw Jack, first touched him.....but we we're both blown away when we watched Grace experience those same emotions. She is a perfect, perfect baby girl. I remember those same emotions the first time I saw her....and watching her, wow....I don't even know what to say. She is an amazing sister and daughter (Iknow you're tired of hearing this), but she has been perfect. No jealousy. Completely loving. Now, that may change when we go to Columbus for a week, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am madly in love with my two babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've enjoyed the professional pictures...after looking at the pics I take, I'm lucky to have someone so good to take pictures of my babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1683589825567350582?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1683589825567350582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1683589825567350582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1683589825567350582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1683589825567350582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/ready-for-break.html' title='Ready for a break.....'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SSbUjMzBiKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/P2o9BdNSZD0/s72-c/100_1150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1065003630135766399</id><published>2008-11-19T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:35:24.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Follow the link to view our pictures.....we love them, and hope you enjoy them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.fairytalesandfireflies.com/pickpic/gallery/login.php"&gt;http://www.fairytalesandfireflies.com/pickpic/gallery/login.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The password is 21122.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need suggestions for which ones to order...so please give me some input on your favorites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got to go home yesterday.....to Columbus....for a whole 10 hours. It was a very productive visit though. I had to go babysit my precious nephew, Jake. He managed to get suspended from school for 2 days. Yes, that's right, my sweet little 17 month old nephew got suspended from school.  For biting! Granted, he's been doing a lot of biting, but it seems rather silly to me. Maybe if I was the parent of the child being bit I would feel differently. It was nice to be home though, and I can't wait to go back next week for lots of days. I cannot wait to visit with all of the fam, minus my sweet Jake and Meagan, and maybe even see some friends as well.  I think the four of us will benefit greatly from some grandparent/parent/aunt/uncle/cousin/friend loving. WE CAN"T WAIT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have some fun pictures to post...and I will do that soon. I thought the link to the other pictures would keep you busy for a while (and I have to go cook supper).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Wednesday to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1065003630135766399?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1065003630135766399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1065003630135766399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1065003630135766399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1065003630135766399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-6174031289158267345</id><published>2008-11-14T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:34:11.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;****I will worn you in advance.....my pictures are not high quality this week. My digital camera is failing me this week. So, Jack's official 3 week picture is pretty terrible. No worries though, I took more with my "real" camera, they just won't be up today.****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie-loo lost her two front teeth in the past week....she looks like a totally different child (again, sorry for the poor quality picture). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SR3dQueGVwI/AAAAAAAAANo/BM-U_M_S7jg/s1600-h/100_1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SR3dQueGVwI/AAAAAAAAANo/BM-U_M_S7jg/s400/100_1144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268610418515269378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She is so funny. It's sort of sad how quickly she is growing up. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; also finished up soccer season. So sad. Good news is that we will be on the same team in the spring. We have all made so many friends through soccer, and we will be so sad when we start playing on an all girl team next fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SR3gnp2hNvI/AAAAAAAAANw/DyhWGdSo0R8/s1600-h/100_1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SR3gnp2hNvI/AAAAAAAAANw/DyhWGdSo0R8/s400/100_1147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268614110947391218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jack is good. Really big. We went for a check up Tuesday, he is 10lb 6oz and 23 1/4 inches long. The doctor said he is off the charts for his age, and is bigger than most 2 month olds. His hands are huge, so we've decided he will either be a quarterback, pitcher, or a piano player. Seriously, he's a big boy....but his hands are HUGE. He enjoys lying in his bed and talking to all of his stuffed animals. He just coos....it is so sweet.  He is a very good baby, we have been so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get an infection this week called mastitis. I will spare the details....you can google it if you would like. It is HORRIBLE! Other than the localized paint hat was keeping me awake at night, I was running 102 degree fever, and had flu-like symptoms. AWFUL! Wes had to take off work two days, and my mom ended up coming over. Thank goodness for the two fo them, I don't know what I would have done without them. Also, thanks to Kristy for the awesome bubble bath she got me after JAck was born. I don't think I have ever taken so many baths. I am feeling much better though...I have 72 hours worth of antibiotics in me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan and Jake came to see us last weekend.....I can't believe they are going to move him even further away from me. He's trying to say all of our names now. SO sweet, but he is deifnitely ALL BOY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go out tonight for Sarah's bachelorette party. I am very excited, and so lucky to have a husband who wants me to get out of the house so he can have the babies to himself for a while. Then, Aunt Dana's going to watch them tomorrow night so we can watch the State/Bama game. No trash talking from me this year. However, I will certainly have my maroon on, and be the loudest one cheering....no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must run...school's about to be out. I will try to get better pictures up soon!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-6174031289158267345?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6174031289158267345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=6174031289158267345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/6174031289158267345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/6174031289158267345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-week.html' title='Big Week'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SR3dQueGVwI/AAAAAAAAANo/BM-U_M_S7jg/s72-c/100_1144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-4359536816246975571</id><published>2008-11-07T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:30:43.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 WEEKS OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SRUO3e1SRFI/AAAAAAAAANg/QBFtXu2j344/s1600-h/jack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SRUO3e1SRFI/AAAAAAAAANg/QBFtXu2j344/s400/jack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266131685611816018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Crazy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;It is so hard to believe that Mr. Jack has been here for 2 whole weeks.  We are overwhelmed everyday at how blessed we have been. We have two beautiful, healthy, happy children....crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Jack is spending alot more time awake these days, and he is becoming very vocal. Not crying, just making noises. We took he and Grace to get their pictures made the other day (if you are looking for a WONDERFUL photographer check out www.fairytalefotography.com). They told me to make my appointment before he was over two weeks because he would sleep the whole time, and she could get some good curled up shots. Well, guess what?!!? Jack was awake the WHOLE time, all two hours worth. He did doze for about 5 minutes, so Marcy went crazy with the camera! He was so cute, he enjoyed having his pictures made. And, for those of you who know Grace, you know she did awesome.....I know these pictures will be just as breathtaking as the ones she did for me last year. She's the one who did my Christmas cards last year. Sorry to go on and on, but check out her website and you'll understand why (and you'll see some pics of Miss Grace). The proofs will be up in a couple weeks, so I'll post the link then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;In other news, Jack watched the Vols play this last weekend, and he was NOt impresses. he was actually so embarassed he covered up the T on his shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SRSHnrGAPJI/AAAAAAAAANI/DWsTWPVKo28/s1600-h/100_1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SRSHnrGAPJI/AAAAAAAAANI/DWsTWPVKo28/s400/100_1132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265982979955506322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So funny. Pop came to town to see us this week, we were so glad to see him. He came for Grace's last soccer game of the season...she was so upset she cried when the game was over. She really  LOVES soccer and all of her teammates. We're having a big party next Tuesday...so she's looking forward to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Grace's bestfriend Erin is spending the night with us tonight.....I hope she's not a light sleeper, since JAck is still getting up at least once during the night. I think we'll have a good time though. Then, Aunt Meagan and Jake are coming tomorrow...we are very excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Well....the little man is calling. Hope you enjoy the pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-4359536816246975571?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4359536816246975571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=4359536816246975571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/4359536816246975571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/4359536816246975571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-weeks-old.html' title='2 WEEKS OLD'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SRUO3e1SRFI/AAAAAAAAANg/QBFtXu2j344/s72-c/jack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-719362738276493700</id><published>2008-10-31T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:21:32.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQtzIdzhO6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CsQVDKNAuRQ/s1600-h/100_1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQtzIdzhO6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CsQVDKNAuRQ/s400/100_1119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263427178789419938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is one week old today...hard to believe that this time last week we were in the labor and delivery sweet. At times is seems like we got home yesterday, others it seems like we have known him forever. He is such a good baby. Sleeps and eats...that's about it. We did get his bilirubin down, so no more light!!!! We had to go to the doctor's office yesterday for them to prick his heel, and he didn't even flinch.....poor kids feet are black and blue.  He's growing like a weed...all ready back up to his birth weight. He's sleeping about 3 1/2 to 4 hours a time, so we're getting a bit of sleep. I'm lucky to have WEs alternating getting up with me. He said I was a bit delirious this morning when Jack started crying. Here's a picture of /jack on the light...he was basically strapped to it...so das, but we are so grateful to be off of it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQtz9Z32yuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GKhgJCGol7Q/s1600-h/100_1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQtz9Z32yuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GKhgJCGol7Q/s400/100_1085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263428088266935010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is an amazing child. Wes got to go with her on her class field trip to the Pumpkin Patch today. They had such a good time, but I was so jealous. She is still thriving in Kindergarten, still loves her friends, Mr. Shivers, and the cafeteria!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQt06s7WE7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/GCBUJtX5Hro/s1600-h/CIMG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQt06s7WE7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/GCBUJtX5Hro/s400/CIMG0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263429141353862066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                          She loves him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been such a blessing this past week (and of course her whole life). I am sure that it has been a HUGE adjustment for her over the past week. She's been the center of mine and Wes's universe, and now she's having to share that spot. I worried, and still worry about her, but she has been a champ. She is the reason that Wes and I wanted to have more kids. She is such a dream, and has brought so much to our lives. Jack has a lot to live up to. She took some pictures of herself this week...It hought I would share one....it really captures her (even if she is only an amateur photographer.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQt2RyseYwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Df2yBcf1Ras/s1600-h/100_1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQt2RyseYwI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Df2yBcf1Ras/s400/100_1103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263430637550723842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEs had to go back to work for a couple of days this week ( I only freaked out mildly). But he's so wonderful.....still getting up with Jack.&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn't get much better for the Farmer's. It is so easy to lose perspective, but with these two sweetie pies it makes it much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go Trick or Treat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-719362738276493700?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/719362738276493700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=719362738276493700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/719362738276493700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/719362738276493700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-loves.html' title='My Loves'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQtzIdzhO6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/CsQVDKNAuRQ/s72-c/100_1119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-350572241099650493</id><published>2008-10-28T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:01:30.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Outing &amp; Sad News</title><content type='html'>So...I may not be pregnant anymore, but I still have that whole pregnant brain thing going on. I can't download the pictures that I wanted to. I'll get Wes to do it tomorrow. He's sleeping now, because I have the best husband in the world and he's going to do the middle of the night feeding. I know. Be jealous. He's the best.&lt;br /&gt;We made our first doctor's visit today. Jack is growing like a weed. He was down to 8lb 9oz when we left the hospital (completely normal--babies are supposed to lose up to 7% of their body weight in the first week. Jack however is back up to 8lb 13oz. The doctor was blown away. Everything checked out wonderfully. He is perfect...healthy and perfect. The sad news is that he has an elevated bilirubin, so he has to be on the bililight until the nurse comes tomorrow and rechecks his level and tells us we can take him off. It is so depressing. He's basically strapped to a tanning bed. (The pictures would help...I'll get them up soon). We have to leave him on there constantly unless he's eating or we are changing his diaper. It's so hard. We want to do nothing but hold him and love on him.&lt;br /&gt;Grace is the best. The best daughter, big sister....you name it. Again, be jealous. She is so loving and understanding. I'm sure that trying times will come, but she is so proud of her family. So proud of her brother. She is such a good helper too. I am THE luckiest mommy in the world. The two most beautiful and loving children EVER.&lt;br /&gt;And, to top it all off....my husband is better than yours, better than yours will ever be. I adore him. He adores our children.&lt;br /&gt;Oh---and my parent's are better than yours too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the luckiest girl ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-350572241099650493?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/350572241099650493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=350572241099650493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/350572241099650493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/350572241099650493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-outing-sad-news.html' title='First Outing &amp; Sad News'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2568567828907314447</id><published>2008-10-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:45:39.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY JACK HAS ARRIVED!!</title><content type='html'>He is here, he is perfect, he is healthy and handsome.  His mom was a superstar, never missed a beat, she handled herself perfectly.  It was a seemingly flawless experience.  I didn't pass out, vomit, or run out of the room screaming.  Jack was a champion, aside from a small twist, he performed perfectly.  Grace, was so perfect, she was so precious, she was so overwhelmed, with everyone in the room, her mother in a hospital bed, and her baby brother waiting to see her, she didn't quite know what to think.  She now can't get enough of her, HER, brother.  She is very excited to finally be a big sister.  She will be awesome at it.  She is excited that Jack is big, she hopes that he can play hard like she does.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQKHThK-qoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3RhtdPIFACY/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQKHThK-qoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3RhtdPIFACY/s400/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260916084113844866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQKFWbN6C1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/eGz7RoYpJUw/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQKFWbN6C1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/eGz7RoYpJUw/s400/DSC00982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260913935031864146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to say thank you to everyone for their support and kind words.  They are all heartfelt and appreciated.  Jack is lucky to have such a tremendous support group of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how this was my first birthing experience let me say, I was absolutely blown away by the complexity mixed with compassion and confidence, wonder and astonishment that was encased in the labor and delivery room.  There was not one time that i knew what was going on, but their was not one time either, that i felt like things weren't totally in control.  The Doctor all but walked into the room and made magic happen.  it was a fantastically orchestrated process that was so overwhelmingly over my head i didn't realize it was happening.  From the time the Dr. walked into the room, with me under the full belief that we were still in the waiting process, until baby Jack was born, a total of 14 minutes passed.  14 minutes that i couldn't tell you what happened other than baby jack was born, i was completely focused on that and that alone.  I felt like if i believed, if i pushed, if i concentrated hard enough, it was going to happen.  Of course, I really only held Kerry's hand, teared up, stopped breathing with every push, and literally forgot how to breathe and talk at the same time.  But it worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2568567828907314447?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2568567828907314447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2568567828907314447' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2568567828907314447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2568567828907314447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-jack-has-arrived.html' title='BABY JACK HAS ARRIVED!!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SQKHThK-qoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3RhtdPIFACY/s72-c/DSC00984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-7174893927557057126</id><published>2008-10-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:09:26.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>If Jack's not here by Monday....he will be here then!&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told us that he felt very confident that he would be here before Monday, but if not they would induce. So, we are at T-minus 4 days. I had finally made some progress, so that was very good news. I will spare you details, but with Grace I went from zero to birth in 3 days. I'm all ready at 2 1/2. So....maybe soon! Wes and I ate Mexican today and took a long walk. I also feel really puny. Just wiped out. I'm going to work tomorrow. They think I'm nuts, but I will be much closer to the hospital. Kristy Watkins is coming to spend the night with us and go to Grace's soccer game on Saturday morning.....which is such a blessing since Sarah and Aunt Dana will both be out of town this weekend. I can't believe they are bailing on us this weekend! :) Grace is glad that we have a day to look forward to now. She knows that in at least 4 days her baby brother will be here. Wes is just hoping he doesn't come in the middle of the Tennessee/Alabama game on Saturday! I all most wish that he would. TN isn't at the top of their game this season, and we all know how I feel about Alabama (and the terrible fans). So, if we have the baby, maybe WEs won't get as upset.....or TN will win and I can act like these obnoxious Alabama fans. Ok, ok...I'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep us in your prayers. We will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-7174893927557057126?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7174893927557057126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=7174893927557057126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/7174893927557057126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/7174893927557057126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-4069120382533231180</id><published>2008-10-21T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:49:50.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Baby</title><content type='html'>Jack's not ready to join us yet.&lt;br /&gt;Not even ready enough to be induced.&lt;br /&gt;We were so sure that he would be born Saturday, then Sunday, then we were supposed to be induced Monday (the doctor said we weren't even ready for that yet). So, here I sit, on my due date, and nothing. I know, I know, "only 5 percent of babies are born on their actual due date...." blah, blah, blah. It seems like everyone has their baby prior to their due date....and I may still be pregnant in November at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not as bitter as I sound, I'm just so ready to meet him!!! So is the rest of the Farmer family. Grace doesn't quite understand why we don't know when he will be here. She also has alot of questions about HOW he gets here.&lt;br /&gt;I go back to the doctor tomorrow, so hopefully we will know something then. I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-4069120382533231180?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/4069120382533231180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=4069120382533231180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/4069120382533231180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/4069120382533231180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-baby.html' title='No Baby'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-9009943994813867567</id><published>2008-10-10T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:21:49.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>Hope you all enjoyed the video Wes made. Grace certainly is a little superstar. We have so much fun watching her play. And, we still have many games left! She also got moved up a level in gymnastics this week. She certainly did not get her athletic abilities from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jack could be her in 10 days or less!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday, and she quickly informed me that Jack nor my body were ready for a delivery yet. Jack's sitting comfortably where he is, and my body just isn't progressing towards labor yet. She did say that could change very quickly, and not to be surprised if he does decide to come on his own any day now. However, we have set a date for induction pending my appointment next week. I never thought that I would want to be induced, and my grandfather would have a fit, but I;m just so anxious to meet him. Hopefully he will decide to make his presence on his own. If not, it's looking like next Monday, the 20th, will be his birthday!!!! That will make one more October birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you baby Charlie!!  Chase and Shelley's baby turns a year old today. We are so sad that we can't make it to his birthday party, but we don;t want to chance Jack being delivered on the side of the road between B'ham and Tupelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this could potentially be my last week at work for a while. I'm excited for a break, I haven't taken a vacation since I started working. I'm also a little nervous that I will go stir crazy. Doubt it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things are well with everyone. Come visit soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-9009943994813867567?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9009943994813867567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=9009943994813867567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/9009943994813867567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/9009943994813867567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-6533463191936814199</id><published>2008-10-07T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:05:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14ffde3ff132aae6" 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://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14ffde3ff132aae6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034521%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A0D2E8D929C0DFB22C7BB9E45C2CC8E1BB9BC11.7A8DD8B118A0B4DD8FEE9BDD01D6EA7422EEC3DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14ffde3ff132aae6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEmRemCaYtc2-LOzP2FFYax0J4TA&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://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14ffde3ff132aae6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330034521%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A0D2E8D929C0DFB22C7BB9E45C2CC8E1BB9BC11.7A8DD8B118A0B4DD8FEE9BDD01D6EA7422EEC3DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14ffde3ff132aae6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEmRemCaYtc2-LOzP2FFYax0J4TA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-6533463191936814199?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=14ffde3ff132aae6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6533463191936814199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=6533463191936814199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/6533463191936814199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/6533463191936814199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1452272088719476939</id><published>2008-09-21T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:22:48.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was AMAZING, and everything we needed it to be. soccer season started Saturday morning, and the three of us thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Not to mention, Grace kicked butt ( of course!!) Then, we enjoyed a lazy day watching football......ALL DAY LONG. Who cares that NONE of our teams won! Sarah came over and my dad surprised us on his way home from Atlanta. And, on top of all that.....my wonderful Aunt Dana took me to Babies-R-Us and bought us a glider!!!!! How wonderful!?!?  We cannot wait to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNbwQgKNARI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/g7t2Y6lCBBs/s1600-h/100_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNbwQgKNARI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/g7t2Y6lCBBs/s400/100_1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248646582048194834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I couldn't decide which picture was better of the glider. My dad painted the picture above the bookshelf....awesome, isn't it?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNbvs1YToLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Otm0Nmigq7g/s1600-h/100_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNbvs1YToLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Otm0Nmigq7g/s400/100_1047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248645969269203122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we headed over to the park at Spain Park (HUGE high school over here). We stayed out there for four hours, and had such a good time. Grace played on the playground, she and Sam swam in the lake, she and Wes played soccer, we colored and sat around on our quilt. It was wonderful, and so relaxing. We are all ready planning our trip back f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNbupd3h_XI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6uXn6Bkjse0/s1600-h/100_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNbupd3h_XI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6uXn6Bkjse0/s400/100_1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248644811906481522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or next weekend. Weekends like these make it hard to go back to work on Monday. At least we're well rested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we're all preparing for Jack to make his entrance. We are at the 4 week countdown now. I don't think any of us would have our feelings hurt if he decided to come early though. We're so anxious to meet him (and I wouldn't mind not being pregnant anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNby6ZZad3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/IZgsiTMz_KY/s1600-h/100_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNby6ZZad3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/IZgsiTMz_KY/s400/100_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248649500810704754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This will be a limited time only photo, so enjoy it while you can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is doing wonderfully in school, and still enjoying it. She's also doing gymnastics....which she loves, and soccer. She is such a sweet baby, and continues to bless our lives every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes is doing well. He's so pumped that soccer has started back. Working hard, watching lots of football, and trying to keep his girls happy. He does a really good job. Just today, he decided to really CLEAN the house, and do all the laundry. You don't have to tall me how lucky I am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you all.  Hope you enjoy the pictures!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1452272088719476939?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1452272088719476939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1452272088719476939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1452272088719476939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1452272088719476939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SNbwQgKNARI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/g7t2Y6lCBBs/s72-c/100_1043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1582579780147595752</id><published>2008-08-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:57:30.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Some Football?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......WE ARE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must share with you some "rules" Wes found and read to me the other day. They may as well have been our vows. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;1. From the first weekend in September until the end of the bowl season, the television is mine, at all times, without any exceptions. The remote control will be fingerprinted each night, any sign of your fingerprints and all shopping trips will be cancelled for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, for an important reason such as preparing snacks or getting the beers, I don't mind, as long as you crawl along the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. During the football season, read the sports section of the newspaper so that you understand who I'm yelling at during the season. As a tip, check the box scores for the referees' names too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. During the games I will be drunk as Cooter Brown. You cannot expect me to listen to you, open the door, kill any spiders, answer the phone, etc. It ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Please, please, please!! if you see me upset because my team is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, it's only a game", or "don't worry, they'll win next time." If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about football than me and your so called "words of encouragement" will only lead to a break up or divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If a great play occurs while you are in the room, you may be required to freeze or repeat your act for the rest of the game as good mojo. If my team wins, you will be showered with gifts for the next 6 days. If they lose, you will be blamed repeatedly for moving, blinking or secretly not believing in your heart of the power of mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell your friends NOT to get married, have any babies, or any other social related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because:&lt;br /&gt;I will not go, I will not go, and I will not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Saturday to watch a game, we will be there before the Coors Light bottles reach "Code Blue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. College Gameday and the highlights on Saturday night are just as important as the games themselves. Even if I curse Lou, Herbie, and &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1219699677_0"&gt;Corso&lt;/span&gt; like the anti-SEC, biased dogs that they are, I still want to hear what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And finally, please save your expressions such as: "Thank God the football season is only during the Fall." I am immune to these words, because after this comes the NFL playoffs, the Pro Bowl, AFL, AFL2, the CFL, and the replays on the college sports channels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you know my husband, you know that these rules are serious. No messing around. Wes worked his tail off in the house this weekend, so that I would not bother him once Thursday rolls around and football starts. We are all anxious to see how he does midway through the season when there is a screaming baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honestly though, Wes is a much better football fan than he used to be. He is still the most entertaining man to watch while he watches Tennessee play....but I have learned to accept and love him anyway. His passion is one of the things I love most about him, even if he is passionate about a bunch of college athletes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Tropical Storm Faye is WEARING ME OUT!!!! All I want to do is sleep all day keep your comments to yourself). The rain is truly draining me. Maybe when I head back to work tomorrow it will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is wonderful! We are about to head to gymnastics....she is in the advanced class now.  Still loving school.  Making lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is growing like a weed. We get to have another 4D on Thursday, I can't wait to see him. We're just about finished with his room. It is very cute. And, thank goodness for baby Jacob. We won't ever have to buy any clothes. Jack's closet and dresser are FULL!!!! Just another reason that I have the best nephew in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know I have the best husband ever. His writing is far more eloquent than mine, but rest assured, he is loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1582579780147595752?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1582579780147595752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1582579780147595752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1582579780147595752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1582579780147595752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready for Some Football?!?!?'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-8378457124826471776</id><published>2008-08-20T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:44:52.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exciting times as Kerry and I got to see our handsome baby boy.  Jack was a little bashful and a lot familiar, you can definitely tell that he is ours (i was a little worried).  Grace was excited, she definitely took interest in pointing out his lips and his eyes and his hands and feet.  He couldn't seem to understand why we wanted to play, and at times he was downright not cooperative.  We go again next week, hopped up on coffee, to see if baby Jack "Lyte" will come out to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1cb7c4d792de9522" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=97cee076532b7522&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8378457124826471776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=8378457124826471776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8378457124826471776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8378457124826471776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/exciting-times-as-kerry-and-i-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-9135874475346031331</id><published>2008-08-20T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:35:36.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a shame</title><content type='html'>when you show up to work everymorning and thoughts abound in your simple mind, not about work, but about the things you can accomplish today inspite of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. I have been rooted in a deep and dark period of procrastination, one that has seen me resort to reading, shopping for a new wardrobe, creating projects for Baby Jack's room (if that is really his name), and checking my email 762 times a day hoping for signs of new employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind fights the urge to call my wife 14 times an hour it seems, not becuase I have anything important to say or ask, but simply becuase we both are extremely dependant on the other's thoughts, emotions, stabilities to exist when things just aren't......engaging. She is my fullback, my leadblocker, the staple of my offense. She is my safety, my playmaker, the backbone of my defense. I can always count on her, or so I am convinced. This often annoys her and in return leaves me bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she not have any exciting news, her life is rotund with vigor and intrigue. She is carrying the most precarious of beings around with her at all times. She has a husband that is to be worried about, at an elevated level, he is always at Alert Orange. Our daughter is currently concentrating on being a girl, an identity crisis she has overcome and now an identity concentration she has obtained. These things are riveting and conversation worthy, yet after our 6 conversations during the day, all I have been able to gather from her is that she is hungry, tired, and not amused by my phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check her blog daily, and facebook stalk her, and only her, I am more than a little enamoured by a creature that is willing to cohabitate with me. She shares a bathroom with me. We shed equally. Maybe it's a fair trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a time in many many lives when waking up and going to bed becomes routine, a simple inhale and exhale in our lives. but not my life, not our lives. You see, when I got married things were different, I had been preparing my entire life for things not to be that way. No, for 25 years I spent my nights lying awake scared as hell that I was going to mess up and get married, mess up and have a family, mess up and deeply impact the lives of the perfectly innocent. My vows were not to love honor and respect, til death do us part. Not in my mind, my vow was to run run run, and hope to live on without others knowing. Sadly, this was not meant to be. I was trapped, captured, tortured, and then engaged, only to become married. And now, IT IS ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife. I love her unexplainably, I love her unconditionally, I love her insanely. And it is not fair to her becuase most of the time, I love her ineffectively (word?). I expect too much of her, I want all of her, I need for her to know and understand, I look for her to be strong and stable, and I hope that she can provide and endure. And everyday, EVERDAY, she exists just the way that she needs to, just the way that she is supposed to, and everday I wonder will she be able to do it all again. And everymorning she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is perfect, perfectly resilient, perfectly unstable, perfectly unkept, and pefectly imbalanced. She fits me like a 3 day old pants, soft and stretched to perfection, tattered and torn in only the way that you would appreciate fully. She is oh so warm and oh so comforting at just the right times. She is angry and stubborn in a way that always works. She is committed to being a new flavor, a new color, a new style everday just for me, only for me, and always for me. She loves me the way that was unimaginable to me 3 years ago when I was contemplating asking her to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is better than yours, she is prettier, funnier, nicer, sweeter, she smells better, cooks better, takes care of the bills, makes babies that are amazing, and likes to watch football even if its only becuase its easier than asking me to change it. In the mornings, she kisses me even when I am asleep and won't remember, she eats cinamon toast cause its easy and yummy, and reads everyblog that she can get to becuase she loves people. I think she chose to be a nurse becuase of the wardrobe and she loves flowers. I miss her all the time, even when she is with me, becuase I can never get enough. I am addicted in a way that scares me. I never ever thought I would be at this point, I wouldn't let myself. I knew that I would mess it up, and I might, cause....you know....its possible. But she is irresistible, plain and simple, and when she walked into that bar, in that dress, with that smile and those squinty little eyes, I didn't stand a chance. And she knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife. Not like I love football, or even Tennessee football, not like like I love Sam, or love blues music, or love grilling out, its different, its a challenge, cause for some reason, no matter how much I try, i know that I don't love her enough, that I am still not doing it just right, that there is more out there, more I can do to show her, to let her know that I am so lucky. And that she is so perfect just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my Bigfoot, my Nessie, my Unicorn, becuase for a long time, I had convinced myself that she didn't and wouldn't exist, not for me. But then she walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today, she is procrastination worthy, and I owe her a great thanks for now taking up at least 48 minutes of my time as I attempted to put words into play that begin to describe some of how I feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Kerry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for giving me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. We should have pictures of the baby later. FYI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-9135874475346031331?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9135874475346031331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=9135874475346031331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/9135874475346031331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/9135874475346031331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-shame.html' title='its a shame'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2280016344323160773</id><published>2008-08-13T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:28:47.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I've been working a little extra lately, so sorry for the delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is still LOVING Kindergarten. She was telling me today about all the new friends that she is making.  She got moved up to the advanced class in Gymnastics, and soccer season starts soon. She is one busy little girl. Her favorite part of school is still the cafeteria, something about the independence of picking out what she wants to eat on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes is sick as a dog today. He has some sort of stomach bug, with a fever. Needless to say, Grace and I are trying to steer clear. Unfortunately, that means I'm not being the best nurse to him. I am not so sure that he understands that I just don't want to take the chance of getting what he's got. He sees me as a nurse, and I am not nursing him. I am trying to force fluids on him though. Keep him in your prayers, for his health, and he may possibly have something really big going on (good big.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working a little extra the past couple of weeks. I want to make some extra $$$ while I can. I have so many things I want to spend it on, so I figure I better be make some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Farmer is doing well. I went to the doctor yesterday, and his growth is right on pace. No, he's not measuring HUGE anymore.  Just right on track.  I must say that I am relieved.  We're having a 4D ultrasound next week, so be on the lookout for pictures! I'm really excited about it. I didn't have a 4D with Grace, but they are so neat to look at.  We really need to get busy on his room. It is painted, and we have a bed and dresser, but it's a bit bare. We just never seem to be here at the same time to work on it. Maybe this weekend.....&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the cute paint job Wes did.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SKNf4CZaczI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RUYGAv2Q-MU/s1600-h/8-7-2008-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SKNf4CZaczI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RUYGAv2Q-MU/s400/8-7-2008-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234132608255423282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The top stripe us brown, and so are the bows on the bedding, for some reason they look black!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2280016344323160773?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2280016344323160773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2280016344323160773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2280016344323160773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2280016344323160773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SKNf4CZaczI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RUYGAv2Q-MU/s72-c/8-7-2008-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2151819944352683877</id><published>2008-08-08T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:46:32.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some pictures!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzol0H-vnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QHQqt5DoFXk/s1600-h/8-7-2008-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzol0H-vnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QHQqt5DoFXk/s400/8-7-2008-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232312603442593394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzomJd2jLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VFfc3tzLMjI/s1600-h/8-7-2008-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzomJd2jLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VFfc3tzLMjI/s400/8-7-2008-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232312609171475634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzom4PlibI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_NBqaew9WMI/s1600-h/8-7-2008-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzom4PlibI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_NBqaew9WMI/s400/8-7-2008-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232312621728106930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzonUH8wtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dwlMVj9hZF8/s1600-h/8-7-2008-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzonUH8wtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dwlMVj9hZF8/s400/8-7-2008-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232312629212267218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzoni0A-SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/teEdEuzx1sk/s1600-h/8-7-2008-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzoni0A-SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/teEdEuzx1sk/s400/8-7-2008-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232312633155189026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here they are.....I know it's been a while since I've posted any, so forgive me for the overload! THe quality is not the best in the outside picture....thanks to the humidity. And, I did not realize how badly I needed a visit with the sun. (Big baby===no iron!!) Grace loved school again today! Hope life is treating you all well! Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2151819944352683877?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2151819944352683877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2151819944352683877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2151819944352683877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2151819944352683877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-are-some-pictures.html' title='Here are some pictures!!!!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SJzol0H-vnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QHQqt5DoFXk/s72-c/8-7-2008-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-5920059573530373173</id><published>2008-08-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:51:22.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Survived.....</title><content type='html'>It is all most time to go pick Grace up from her first day of school, and I have not yet had a panic attack. I tried to write a post last night, but for some reason it would not post. So, I'll give you a run down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and I spent the last day of her being a "little kid" doing girlie things. She got her haircut, and nails painted, and we made cookies for her snack. We read "The Kissing Hand" before bed. (Meagan got this book for us. I'm not sure how I made it through it, but anyone who has a child starting school should read it. Thank you Meagan!) Kristy sent Grace some pink tulips wishing her good luck at school, and Grace was really excited about the bubble wrap! I am so blessed to have people in my life that love our daughter so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes and I got up this morning and made Grace chocolate chip muffins (her favorite!!), then went to wake her up with the camera and camcorder in hand. ( I will post both, but Wes will have to show me how to do the video, and I have to get the pictures developed.) of course, the outfit I had picked out was not suitable for the first day of school (according to Grace), so we had to pick something else out. She wanted to be able to wear her cool new tennis shoes, so she could not wear the dress I had picked out. She looked so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to school, and about halfway there, Grace said "Mommy, you ARE going to walk me in, right? I didn't know if they would let us get out so I told her that we would see. When we pulled up she saw other parents, and said "Mommy they got out, so you have to! I don't know which of us was more relieved. I only got to walk her to the front door, and that was the only time I nearly freaked out. When some other lady walked up and told me she would make sure she made it from there. I got a bit teary eyed. But survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to help at lunch, and she was having the best time. She ate well, and was happy to see me. (Which of course made my day). She got Mr. Mike as her teacher, and he let me know that everything was going well. Her best friend from camp, Erin, is in her class, and Mr. Mike let them sit next to each other.  I got to sit with her for a minute during lunch, and she let me know that Kindergarten was THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kristy and Sarah for calling and checking on me. i am so lucky to have you both. I can't wait until you have kids and I can do the same for you. Thanks to my family who love us and helped to prepare us for this day. Thank you Wes, you are amazing. THank you for being understanding everytime I have dissolved into tears. You have been very patient with me. You  have been the best husband and dad. Kindergarten is going to be a great adventure for all of us! And, in five years, we will be doing it all again!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-5920059573530373173?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5920059573530373173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=5920059573530373173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/5920059573530373173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/5920059573530373173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-survived.html' title='I Have Survived.....'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2933846782531234393</id><published>2008-07-29T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:48:56.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I am FREAKING OUT!!!!</title><content type='html'>My child, my baby, my mini-me, will be an official Kindergardner in T-minus 9 days! Are you kidding me? I've gotten to where every time I think about it, or talk about it, panic shoots up my spine. I am a nervous wreck. Just ask poor Wesley.....the tears just won't stop coming. I know, I came blame some of it on uncontrollable hormones, but wow, I'm freaking out. I have to head up to the school in a little bit to find out who her teacher is (Grace and I are hoping for Mr. Mike.....will explain more), sign her up to ride the bus to the YMCA in the afternoons, get her school supply list, sign up for the PTA. AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! I don't know how I am going to survive her first day. Grace on the other hand is so excited she can't see straight. She really wants Mr. Mike, one of her counselors at camp to be her teacher. She has a small crush on him, and I must say, girl's got good taste. Mr. Mike is a cutie. (that's for you WEs.) I hope she loves it as much as she has loved camp this summer. She has grown up so much this summer, and while not all of it is good (she's been introduced to a bully and how catty girls can be) she has also matured so much. I'm still not ready though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. Baby Farmer is HUGE! He went from measuring just a hair ahead of me to measuring THREE WEEKS ahead. We may have a baby on my birthday (which, just as a reminder, is the 9th of October.) The three of us are so ready to meet him. He got another sweet gift this week. Wes's best friend Jennifer of "Jennifer and Alex" was in Birmingham, and came by to see WEs. She really came by to see the three of us, but I suck, and Grace and I went to C-town this weekend. She got Baby Farmer the cutest little shirts that say "Single", and "Ladies Man." He's going to be precious in them. WE love you JENN! I am so sorry that we missed you this weekend. Hopefully we will make it to Oxford before the baby gets here, if not soon after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley got to spend some quality time with my dad last week at SEC Media Days. He went on the day that Richt (spelling?), Nutt, Satan....oh, excuse me, Saban, and FULMER were there! You think he was a little excited?!?!?  I mean, Grace and I went the day before, and the only person we saw was Tim Tebow. Just kidding. No Tebow for me. Dad said you would have thought Elvis had entered the building. Wes had a great time, and a much deserved day off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just working, and freaking out. I've signed up for a bit of overtime once school starts. I've got to have something to occupy my time. May as well get paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Meagan's ENGAGED!!!! Jonathan has now gotten orders from me to move closer. I can't have my baby Jake acrosss the country from me. Speaking of Jake, which I like to do, he's so handsome. I haven't seen him in what seems like fo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SI85sV8OFeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tt-3V9MZ8JM/s1600-h/hilarious%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SI85sV8OFeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tt-3V9MZ8JM/s400/hilarious%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228461126367188450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rever, but I saw some pictures, and he's starting to look like a big boy now. So sad. But, we will be having a wedding some time next summer, so everyone get ready. Grace says she will only be in it if it is outside, so Dad , you better get to working. Speaking of dad and his garden. Those of you who have seen his garden know how beautiful it is. He puts alot of work into it. But, I must say, it is the prettiest I have EVER seen it this summer. I'm not kidding. And, he doesn't read this, so I'm not sucking up. It's truly georgous! If you're in the New Hope area, you should stop by and see it. You would enjoy it, my dad would LOVE you for it, and he would probably send you home with a vase of flowers, some homemade pepper sauce, some tomatoes, and a cantelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.....I need to get productive. Hope all is well with everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH---one more exciting thing! Sarah is an aunt!! I mean, she's been an "aunt" for nearly six years, but her sister gave birth to a beautiful baby boy last week, so she is an official aunt now! Congrats Sarah!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SI86Ek8hDUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l3uOP0Zxdig/s1600-h/oneweek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SI86Ek8hDUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/l3uOP0Zxdig/s400/oneweek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228461542711823682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Grace at one week old, hard to believe she will be in "big School" next week!" I love you Grace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2933846782531234393?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2933846782531234393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2933846782531234393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2933846782531234393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2933846782531234393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-am-freaking-out.html' title='So, I am FREAKING OUT!!!!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SI85sV8OFeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tt-3V9MZ8JM/s72-c/hilarious%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2915794838116036602</id><published>2008-07-22T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:35:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form method="post" style="margin:0;" action="http://www.acepolls.com/vote/What-name-do-you-like/690826/"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width:1px; border-color:#0; border-style:solid; width:250; background-color:#4C4C4C; color:#FF6FCF !important; background-image:url(http://www.acepolls.com/pollimages/bg/1.gif);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold; color:#FF6FCF !important;"&gt;What name do you like??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="choice" value="0"&gt;Jack Ellis Farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="choice" value="1"&gt;Jack Clayton Farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="choice" value="2"&gt;Jack Light Farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="choice" value="3"&gt;Jack Wesley Farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="choice" value="4"&gt;Jack Allen Farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="choice" value="5"&gt;Jack Brassfield Farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value=" Vote! "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acepolls.com/vote/What-name-do-you-like/690826/" style="color:#FFFFFF !important;"&gt;(View Results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acepolls.com/create/" style="color:#FFFFFF !important;"&gt;Create a Poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2915794838116036602?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2915794838116036602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2915794838116036602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2915794838116036602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2915794838116036602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-name-do-you-like-jack-ellis-farmer.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1808743109434880649</id><published>2008-07-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:32:08.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately........</title><content type='html'>Life at our house has been rather low key the past week or so, and boy, have we enjoyed it. I worked all weekend, and it was rather stressful, so it has been nice to have things calm at the house. My mom, sister, and Jake came Sunday night, and it was so nice to have them. Jake is so much fun. He has got a ton of personality. And, he loves his Farmer family. Meagan and Jake flew to Oklahoma Monday morning, Grace convinced KK to stay all day Monday and play with her. They had a blast, and they cooked us dinner. We are so spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.....thanks guys for all the sweet estimates for how big you think baby Farmer will be. Just remember, some of you will have kids one day. And believe me, I will be wishing ten pound babies on you too!!!! I go back to the doctor next week, so we'll see what she has to say.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my camera is STILL broken...it stinks. I have got to have it fixed soon....first day of school is coming quickly! Hope everything is going well for everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1808743109434880649?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1808743109434880649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1808743109434880649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1808743109434880649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1808743109434880649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/lately.html' title='Lately........'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-7317822269512839037</id><published>2008-07-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:48:56.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see who's really reading........</title><content type='html'>I found a game. It's going to let all my blog followers guess the weight of Baby Boy Farmer. Just a warning.....the doctor told us a couple of weeks ago to prepare for a linebacker. Seriously, she did. I'm not saying that to throw anyone off....it's just the truth. Just follow the link, and it will prompt you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expectnet.com/logingame.php?game_name=BabyBoyFarmer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.expectnet.com/75475/38eb8740/banner1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a glimpse, not a flattering glimpse, of just how huge he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SHJgLwGNH5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pemAgRy8920/s1600-h/jf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SHJgLwGNH5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pemAgRy8920/s320/jf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220340673081581458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not a flattering picture of myself, it is of Jake, and I am standing swaybacked because my nephew weighs a ton! But....it is an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Grace is counting down the days until Kindergarten starts. She is so pumped! One month from today! Mom's going to come over soon, and we're all going to go back to school shopping. How fun! Grace is all ready a bit of a pain to shop with, so it will be nice to have my mom there for reinforcement. We will find out who her teacher is in a couple of weeks, I am so excited! And nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes is working, and keeping busy with all of the projects I have for him. We painted the baby room. I took pictures, but my camera is currently being sent for repairs. It is so cute though....blue with stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home last weekend for Jake's first birthday....enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SHJi_AOZ9wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4w2TXXsz7-w/s1600-h/s26510138_33512795_3090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SHJi_AOZ9wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4w2TXXsz7-w/s400/s26510138_33512795_3090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220343752607528706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                  In the water!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SHJjMs5rR3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/WefshQ86U40/s1600-h/s26510138_33512814_9734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SHJjMs5rR3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/WefshQ86U40/s400/s26510138_33512814_9734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220343987938477938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                Cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-7317822269512839037?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/7317822269512839037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=7317822269512839037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/7317822269512839037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/7317822269512839037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-see-whos-really-reading.html' title='Let&apos;s see who&apos;s really reading........'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SHJgLwGNH5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pemAgRy8920/s72-c/jf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-5816440454478739880</id><published>2008-06-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:48:57.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day.....etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SF61PflsNAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/20rx5Y9KUm4/s1600-h/762106-R1-037-17_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SF61PflsNAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/20rx5Y9KUm4/s400/762106-R1-037-17_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214804696323863554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy belated Father's Day! (I'm only a week late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you all might enjoy the card that Grace made for Wes. I wish I had a scanner so I could upload it...but for now, i will just share what was written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10 Things I Love about Wesley"&lt;br /&gt;10: The way he eats his cereal&lt;br /&gt;9: He plays&lt;br /&gt;8: He takes me to school&lt;br /&gt;7: The way he walks, sometimes like a dog&lt;br /&gt;6: Does tricks: like flipping&lt;br /&gt;5: Sleeping with his arm over his eyes&lt;br /&gt;4: His kisses&lt;br /&gt;3: When he throws me up in the air&lt;br /&gt;2: He loves my mommy&lt;br /&gt;1: He loves me and I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sweet , huh? Father's Day was actually pretty uneventful. I ended up having to work, so Grace and Wes had it to themselves. I got to talk to my dad that evening. We celebrated at work though. My favorite doctor was on, and we did a breakfast for him. He was quite flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: Grace loves camp, we cannot keep her entertained on the weekends. And you should see her when she gets home. She is a mess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy Watkins came and saw us this week. Unfortunately we did not get to stay at our house because we had no air conditioner. But, we had a great time. It was so good to have a girlfriend in town just to chat and catch up with. I miss her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to sweet packages in the mail yesterday! Zach made us a sweet card congratulating us on our new addition, it was very sweet, and he makes the cutest cards. Seriously, he could put Hallmark out of business. Also, Joe and Paula sent Baby Boy Farmer his first clothes!!!!! So sweet! We are so lucky to have such wonderful people in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-5816440454478739880?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5816440454478739880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=5816440454478739880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/5816440454478739880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/5816440454478739880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-dayetc.html' title='Father&apos;s Day.....etc.'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SF61PflsNAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/20rx5Y9KUm4/s72-c/762106-R1-037-17_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-9147315129140193742</id><published>2008-06-11T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:22:17.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...........To me!!!!!!!!! (only about a week and a half late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have officially survived a year together, no casualties. It's been an exciting year, we moved to Birmingham, got new jobs, bought a house, were parents to the best soccer player Birmingham has ever seen, got pregnant. That's a lot to live up to this next year! It has all been so much fun, and we have learned so much about each other and from each other. i like to think that we have grown so much as a couple, as a family, and as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days after our anniversary, two of our patients passed away, and my co-workers and I had a very interesting conversation.....&lt;br /&gt;We  (as in my co-workers and I) have all been blessed to work in an environment that helps us to remember to be thankful for the small things. Life is such a gift, and love a treasure. One of the patients was a middle age man who had never been married, another a young guy who had been married just under a year.Not long before those two losses we lost a patient who had been married for 30 some odd years. Someone asked the question, "Do you think it's harder to lose your significant other early in your marriage, or after you've been married forever?" We decided there is no way one is easier. Living together for as long as you can remember, and not knowing how to function without your other half, or losing someone you are still learning about, still figuring our how you will spend the rest of your lives.  Either way, it made me cherish Wesley even more. It was sucha sad week, but such an awesome lesson for me, especially on my anniversary. My work is a blessing to me. I adore my patient's and there is so much to learn from them. And, no, not everyone dies. We celebrate life and living alot on our floor.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that was so scattered, it's hard to organize my thoughts sometime, especially when it's something that means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes, I love you, and I am thankful for every moment that I have with you. I am thankful for the family that we have made together. To a million more years together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-9147315129140193742?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9147315129140193742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=9147315129140193742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/9147315129140193742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/9147315129140193742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary.........'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-3973059576853884550</id><published>2008-06-04T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:48:58.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Men......</title><content type='html'>I really did not think that anyone ever read this, but my husband, brother, and best-friend all filled me in. I was wrong. I have 3 readers. And two of them want to know why I don't write more about them. So, here you go....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SEcF3bQq-cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x1ENA2pwNk4/s1600-h/dad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208137943845894594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SEcF3bQq-cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x1ENA2pwNk4/s320/dad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SEcFupD0X7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NgR5rmnxQ1w/s1600-h/dad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 5 (soon to be 6) special men in my life, my husband, my father, my brother, my Zach, and my nephew----Jake. They all mean the world to me, and ooutside of my mother, I turn to them for nearly everything. I pray that my son acquires traits from all of them. No, not just their dashing good looks or their large personalities.....but a couple of other things as well.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208138066985068386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SEcF-l_Vp2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1phDyK7sMtg/s320/wes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, the one thing all of these men has in common is their love for their family. My dad has ALWAYS put mom and the three of us first. After us comes the rest of his family, and even our friends (they are his and my mom's other children.) Dad always says that he doesn't have any friends because he has all he needs in us. Wes also has an amazing amount of love for his family. I don't alwyas think that they deserve to be treated so well by him, but he will never turn his back on them. I know, and my family can sleep well at night knowing, that Grace, the baby and I will always be first in Wes's life. I tease my brother about not being as important to him as his friends, but I hope he knows that I am only joking. For a 21 year old, his dedication to his family is unbelievable. He tells mom that he's going to live with her forever. Zach may not technically be family, but he is my other brother. He is like the fourth child in our family. He has a great relationship with his family as well, but...we will claim him as our own. Sometimes I think he is my mother's favorite child. I know that no matter how far apart we live, he will always be my very best friend. I can count on him no matter what. And Jake, sweet Jake......he loves his Aunt Kerry. He loves the rest of them too....but we really love each other. There is something special about that little man. He has the ability to make everyone feel like we are the most loved by him. I hope our baby "loves" like these men do. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208138237759630946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SEcGIiLKrmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MOsxE4wsQzU/s320/ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another trait I love, and love to hate about these 5 is their passion. They are so passionate about everything they do. Outside of family...which they are all passionate about, they have there own individual passions. If you've ever been to my parent's house, you know my dad is passionate about his garden. and thank goodness too....I had the most beautiful wedding EVER (sorry, no one is ever going to top me there.) Everyone knows Wes is passionate about Tennessee sports. At first I just thought it was football, I've since learned. While sometimes this can make me slightly crazy, it is fun. It's fun to get in to it with him. I really do enjoy football season with him. Ben is passioate about many things, but I think the one that stands out the most to me is babseball. That is who he is. Even though he doesn't play anymore, it still defines him. And there are going to be many lucky parents and kids one day when he starts coaching. Not only does he know what he's talking about, but he loves it. Zach is passionate about traveling and new experiences. I sometimes get jealous because he's not afraid to go anywhere or try anything. One day we're going to Africa. Maybe some kind of missions trip.....I know it would be amazing with him. Jake is passionate about one thing that I am too........food. He loves it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208138501906115474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SEcGX6MmK5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KSOB0zGkJOk/s320/zach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my favorite thing about all of them...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY LOVE GRACE!!!!! They actually all love her more than they love me, butI am completely ok with that. They all make her feel as though she is their number one (and she probably is.) She adores each of them as much as I do!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208138722226787042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SEcGku9I0uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/10NT-sL_tq8/s320/jake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on, and probably will some day. But I love these 5. They are my number one men. I can't wait to make it 6! I am very blessed to have each and every one of them . I learn from them, and grow in there experiences. I could not have been born into a more perfect family, or married such an amazing man. I love you all! (Now you all have to leave me comments on here!)&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/4616044389144422663-3973059576853884550?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3973059576853884550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=3973059576853884550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3973059576853884550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3973059576853884550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-men.html' title='My Men......'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SEcF3bQq-cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x1ENA2pwNk4/s72-c/dad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-9086368854339790682</id><published>2008-05-28T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:16:07.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A ..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby BOY will be here at the end of October!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctor today.....and found out. Everyone in our house is VERY excited! More to come later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-9086368854339790682?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/9086368854339790682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=9086368854339790682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/9086368854339790682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/9086368854339790682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/05/its.html' title='IT&apos;S A ..................'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1756447634055660618</id><published>2008-05-15T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:48:58.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that this picture was taken over  FIVE years ago. Precious baby Grace.  She was born with a love of talking!  It is overwhelming to think that this baby will start "big school" in 3 months.  I've all ready taken off work  for her first day  of school. I will probably just sit around and cry all day, but I want to be there when she leaves, and as soon as she gets out.  Anyone want to come spend that day with me? We got to go tour the school the other day. I must say, it is a very nice school, and everyone was very friendly. There is even a Kindergarten teacher who's first cousin used to cut my hair when we lived in Columbus....so we do have some home ties. Hopefully Grace will end up in her class. Grace was impressed to, if not a bit overwhelmed. She loved getting on the school bus, and eating a snack in the cafeteria. Tuesday is actually her last day in daycare. She's going to do camps through the YMCA this summer, to meet kids that will be at the same school, and to save us some money!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SCxQoGRHVnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iGrkDNIqwRY/s1600-h/MVC-002S.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SCxQoGRHVnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iGrkDNIqwRY/s320/MVC-002S.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200620319513466482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of time flying.....check out this chunk! He's ten months old....hard to believe! He LOVES his Uncle Wes and Aunt Kerry, but he ADORES his cousin Grace. We are thinking about kidnapping him, and keeping him forever! This was taken a couple of weeks ago. Mom and i had a great time taking their pictures. They share a love for the camera! But, wouldn't you if you were that precious!?!?!?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SCxSnGRHVoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ctloYwS79EU/s1600-h/370308-R1-018-7A_007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 509px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SCxSnGRHVoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ctloYwS79EU/s320/370308-R1-018-7A_007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200622501356852866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace finishes up soccer this weekend. We are all pretty sad. But, coach pitch starts next week, so at least we won't have 50,000 things going on at once. She's going to spend a week at a soccer camp at Mississippi State. She cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, baby Farmer is doing well. Only 2 more weeks until we find out its sex! And then before you know it, I'll be posting about he/she starting Kindergarten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-1756447634055660618?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1756447634055660618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1756447634055660618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1756447634055660618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1756447634055660618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-flies.html' title='Time flies!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SCxQoGRHVnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iGrkDNIqwRY/s72-c/MVC-002S.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2150889964414944152</id><published>2008-03-28T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:00.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since last time........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, the tooth did come out. We realized that the "big girl tooth" had all ready grown halfway in, so we encouraged her to wiggle it a bit more.  Needless to say, Grace has a youth filled with braces to look forward to. She's so cute, and so proud of her new smile.&lt;br /&gt;We got to spend last weekend in Louisiana for Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and Paula's wedding. We had such a good time. We left T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1ZuLMZVUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ge64WEFScwo/s1600-h/762106-R1-051-24_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1ZuLMZVUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ge64WEFScwo/s200/762106-R1-051-24_024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182897395986945346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hursday after work, and got there in time to spend time with the "boys" in New Orleans. I was going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; go out with the girls on Bourbon Street, but decided that might not be a good idea. (I'll get to that in a minute.) Grace  (and Wes &amp;amp; I) really enjoyed seeing Uncle Joe and Uncle Richard. We haven't seen them since OUR wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we got up and went to Cafe du Monde. Grace thought that was the best thing EVER. She was COVERED in powdered sugar by the time we left. Za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1bMbMZVaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K56RJ2q29LM/s1600-h/762106-R1-037-17_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1bMbMZVaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/K56RJ2q29LM/s200/762106-R1-037-17_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182899015189616034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ch came and met up with us and we shopped a while and just enjoyed the atmosphere in NOLA.  Then we headed to Mandeville for the rehea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rsal di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nner. We had a blast. We ate at a seafood restaurant, which was fabulou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s. And, with the exception of the bride, groom, and Richard, we had the most wonderful people at our table. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was filled with wedding activities. The wedding was beautiful. I love weddings. I managed not to cry at my o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wn, but I can't seem to make it through anyone elses. Paula was such a beautiful bride. Her bridesmaids were breath taking, and of course all the men looked stunning. The reception was fun. Grace danced the night away. Thank you to Ben, Roy, Joe, and Richard who did not mind ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1bMLMZVZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/smC8I1CqOpQ/s1600-h/762106-R1-023-10_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1bMLMZVZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/smC8I1CqOpQ/s200/762106-R1-023-10_010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182899010894648722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ving a 5 year old dance partner most of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1Zu7MZVWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8LxKicH6FbA/s1600-h/762106-R1-017-7_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1Zu7MZVWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/8LxKicH6FbA/s200/762106-R1-017-7_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182897408871847266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wes said at the reception that we were surrounded by more good people in that one room, than we might encounter in any given month. So very true.&lt;br /&gt;We love you Joe and Paula! We wish you the most happiness. Thank you so much for allowing us to be a part of your special weekend!&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, WE'RE HAVING A BABY! Yes, that's right! I'm 10 weeks now. So excited! I will most certainly be posting more later!&lt;br /&gt;Oh--I have to leave on a sad note. My dad called me last night to tell me that Ron Polk (MSU's baseball coach) is retiring at the end of the season. Broke my heart. He is an amazing coach and a wonderful man. State will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2150889964414944152?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2150889964414944152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2150889964414944152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2150889964414944152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2150889964414944152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/03/since-last-time.html' title='Since last time........'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R-1ZuLMZVUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ge64WEFScwo/s72-c/762106-R1-051-24_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-3052909560387658798</id><published>2008-03-13T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:09:12.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE officially have a "big girl" now. Not only is she five. Yes, I said it, she's five. But, a loose tooth on top of that. Are you kidding me? A Loose tooth, honestly? Soon my child will be a snaggletooth. But, she will be adorable. Soccer season started back!!!! I don't know who is more excited. Our first game isn't until the 29th, but practice is in full swing. Watch out Mia Hamm!&lt;br /&gt;We are pretty much settled into our house. My adorable husband is going to by lawn equipment this weekend. For some reason he thinks I am going to keep up the flower beds. Yes, he should be committed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I work and sleep, work and sleep. Very excited about getting out of town next weekend! Grace and I have been shopping for new dresses for our trip to NOLA.  We cannot wait to spend some time with Joe, and Paula, and of course Uncle Richard.&lt;br /&gt;Well....I'm off to the grocery store. Be jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-3052909560387658798?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3052909560387658798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=3052909560387658798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3052909560387658798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3052909560387658798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-girl.html' title='Big Girl'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-8138155544491741652</id><published>2008-02-04T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:06:31.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Blessed</title><content type='html'>We are home from a long, exciting weekend in Columbus. We went home after ice-skating lessons on Saturday, and came back last night after Eli won the Super Bowl. And, no, I'm not going to jump on the Eli bandwagon now. I was very excited for him, but all of these people who have never watched a football game before, but are now the biggest Eli supporters crack me up. Me, I will stay on the Peyton bandwagon, but I am very happy for the Manning family. Their mother must be proud.&lt;br /&gt;This week I had to go to an oncology class for work, and one of the topics covered was Death, and how we, as nurses, are to play a part, and how we are affected. One thing the lady teaching the class said that caught my ear was, "It is an honor and a privilage to be with someone as they are dying." How true is that? As a nurse, I get so much satisfaction when we get to send someone to the house, but it is such an honor to be with someone as they prepare to go Home. I work on a floor where people have come to terms with the fact that they may not go home. i have experienced death a few times prior to becoming a nurse, but never like this before. Yes, it was hard when I lost my grandfather in the 9th grade when he lost his battle to cancer, but I did not understand. And I spent lots of time being angry with God after he took Josh when I was a senior in high school. He was so young. I got  to be by Beebish 's side when we found out that she, as well, would be going Home. I have experienced death in the hospital setting as well. but this week, I understood what a privelage it was. I have a hard time seperating my emotions from my nursing.  Our patients stay a minimum of WEEKs at a time, some more like MONTHS. They become my family. I lost a dear, dear patient this week, and a dear, dear friend. I was lucky enough to be able to go to his visitation on Saturday, and what a blessing it was to me. Yes, it was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I became close to this man, and his family. He had been with us at the hospital since NOVEMBER! But, what an honor it was to be able to know this man is Home now, and no longer suffering. I will miss his smiling face, he never quit smiling. I will miss holding his hand when he was scared of what was going on. I will miss his wife's hugs, I will miss knowing that she is sitting in his room any time I want to go by and chat. I have truly been blessed. To be a part of this man's life.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that when it is my time to go, that I have peace. And that everyone knows  what they mean to me. I have had friendships that have dwindled over the years, and this weekend their importance came rushing back to me. God put all of those people in my life, and I feel such a longing to have them back.  Our lives have taken us all seperate places, but they still have such an important place in my heart.  They know who they are too, some I have talked to about this, others I am not sure how. But, I want o figure out a way. Ok, I have rambled enough, but I wanted to count my blessings today, and everyone to be aware of it. I have a beautiful family, wonderful friends, a God that loves me without end, and a job I adore. What more could I ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-8138155544491741652?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/8138155544491741652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=8138155544491741652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8138155544491741652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/8138155544491741652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-been-blessed.html' title='I Have Been Blessed'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-6713143480567868396</id><published>2008-01-29T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:00.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008!</title><content type='html'>Well, time flies when you're having fun! And we have had a lot of fun this year. We're all moved in, still un-packing some, but we're here. We have the cutest neighbors too. Lots of kids! I've decided to try and blog more, it will keep me from doing housework (like I need an excuse.)  Grace is now in dance, ice-skating school, and about to start soccer. (sorry guys, obnoxious proud parents will return). She's taking dance at school...has a recital in May, Ice skating lessons on Saturdays. I always wanted to be an Olympic figure skater...so I thought I would make Grace one. I'm only kidding, she'd rather play hockey. My prissy little girl.&lt;br /&gt;We're so excited about 2008! Lots of weddings again this year. We'll start it all out in New Orleans on Easter weekend with Paula and Joseph. We're very excited about this one. Wes will get to hang out with his boyfriends Joe and Richard, I will get to hang out with my boyfriends Joe and Richard (and meet the infamous ex-girlfriend---Wes is all ready afraid I will embarass him), and Grace is excited about dancing the night away with Uncle Joe's little brother. Oh-and Paula will be such a beautiful bride. She was the bride at our rehearsal. So, needless to say, we love these two, and cannot wait to see them. Then several more wedding through out the year, and we will finish it off with Sarah and Andrew in December. I CANNOT WAIT!!!! The night she called to tell me they were finally engaged, I could not sleep. I've all ready gotten to go with her to a bridal fair, and I had so much fun. She will truly be the most beautiful bride (and will definately have the hottest bridesmaids ;) I love these two...we're currently trying to talk them in to buying the house down the road from ours. I think I may be getting on Andrew's nerves now, oh-well, not much has changed since &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R5-dMQit3kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pg2ieXsQdeY/s1600-h/349781-R1-16-8A_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R5-dMQit3kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pg2ieXsQdeY/s200/349781-R1-16-8A_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161016531914448450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;I will post the pictures from the snow as soon as I get them developed. We had tons of fun. And--my precious nephew was here to share in all of our fun. I'll leave you with some pictures from Christmas, and of my adorable husband and his birthday cake. I love him!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R5-dnAit3lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-2Xgn0qWobk/s1600-h/349781-R1-10-14A_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R5-dnAit3lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-2Xgn0qWobk/s200/349781-R1-10-14A_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161016991475949138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R5-d6git3mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lqYf0fP7osQ/s1600-h/349781-R1-23-1A_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R5-d6git3mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lqYf0fP7osQ/s200/349781-R1-23-1A_024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161017326483398242" 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/4616044389144422663-6713143480567868396?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/6713143480567868396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=6713143480567868396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/6713143480567868396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/6713143480567868396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/R5-dMQit3kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pg2ieXsQdeY/s72-c/349781-R1-16-8A_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2659735364754123384</id><published>2007-11-06T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:38:40.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right, we bought a nouse, and will be moving in the first of January! We are so excited. It is in Pelham, right next to Hoover, so we won't be much further away from work than we all ready are. We're going to have a garage and a back yard, and lots of room....we are pumped. We're going over there tomight, so I'll try to post some pictures tonight or tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2659735364754123384?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2659735364754123384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2659735364754123384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2659735364754123384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2659735364754123384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-bought-house.html' title='WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!!!'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-1010246609868756291</id><published>2007-10-29T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:01.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best things about my job is only having to work 3 days a week. Of course, i love my job, and I would work more. But it is so nice to be able to spend time with my family, with myself, and still work a full work week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week/weekend I got to go look at houses....yes, we are all most there. We've decided what and where we want, now we just have to make an offer, and it is incredibly stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wes, Grace, and I got to go see some fellow Mississippians that moved to B'ham Friday night. THey have two girls that Grace loves! We got to sit around and visit, and really just enjoyed their company. Grace had another soccer game Saturday, and yes, yet another great one. We are so proud of her! Then we watched State run over Kentucky, and our Vols pulled it out (thank goodness.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wes and I got a date night Saturday night (Thanks to Chris and Tiffany). We went out to eat, and even watched a whole movie without falling asleep. We are so thankful to have friends in B'ham with kids Grace's age. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/RyaiwMz9e1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Sx18EH5Jl28/s1600-h/Picture+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126964174764473170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/RyaiwMz9e1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Sx18EH5Jl28/s200/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was wonderful! Grace and I went to the pumpkin patch with her school,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/Ryahmcz9ezI/AAAAAAAAABU/EicO44-6C5I/s1600-h/Picture+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126962907749120818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/Ryahmcz9ezI/AAAAAAAAABU/EicO44-6C5I/s200/Picture+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then she and Wes carved our pumpkin, I was the photographer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126964810419632994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/RyajVMz9e2I/AAAAAAAAABs/H3E-bhwTxgw/s200/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /&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/4616044389144422663-1010246609868756291?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/1010246609868756291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=1010246609868756291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1010246609868756291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/1010246609868756291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-best-things-about-my-job-is-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/RyaiwMz9e1I/AAAAAAAAABk/Sx18EH5Jl28/s72-c/Picture+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-5391701287954506260</id><published>2007-10-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:05:10.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>So, this was my first weekend to work as a "real nurse", off orientation, on my own. It was incredibly intimidating to walk into work, and know that I was ultimately responsible for three people's health. But, I work with some really amazing nurses, and our doctors are great, so they were really helpful in making sure that I was comfortable. And, it was a great weekend. Well, with the exception of my teams losing! I wore my Tennessee scrubs to work, and sang Rocky Top all day, so you can only imagine how bad I got it from all those darn Alabama fans! Then, my Bulldogs didn't pull it out either. Grace spent the day and thenight with Aunt Dana Saturday night, and allowed Wes to watch the game, and us to have some quiet time Saturday night. So, Sarah came over and watched the Auburn/LSU game. I have to admit, I went to bed at halftime.&lt;br /&gt;Grace had her pictures made at &lt;a href="http://www.fairytalefotography.com/"&gt;www.Fairytalefotography.com&lt;/a&gt; a couple of weeks ago, and the proofs are up now. Marcie did a really awesome job. If you have small kids, you should really check it out. Meanwhile, just check out the pictures of our little diva. She had a blast dressign up and getting her pictures made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-5391701287954506260?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/5391701287954506260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=5391701287954506260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/5391701287954506260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/5391701287954506260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-3886146366231643411</id><published>2007-10-18T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:01.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soccer Star......And the ONLY thing I HATE about Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/Rxd7XnflDDI/AAAAAAAAABM/pVkGtgyzAkQ/s1600-h/877414-R1-029-13_013[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122698746825870386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/Rxd7XnflDDI/AAAAAAAAABM/pVkGtgyzAkQ/s320/877414-R1-029-13_013%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to upload a picture of Grace playing soccer the other day, and of course it didn't work, so here it is! Her team is the Yellow Jackets (and as all of you from Columbus would unerstand, it's really hard to cheer for the Yellow Jackets. Definately not something I thought I would ever cheer for.) But, Grace MUST wear her pink socks and pink headband, it's kind of her trademark I guess. She surprises those little boys, and really upsets their dads when she runs all over them.  I didn't know that grown men could get so bent out of shape just because my Daughter is running all over their Son. It's so much fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get to work ALL weekend long, so I will miss Grace's game on Saturday, I'm not looking forward to that. But, we do get to wear our team T-shirts to work on Friday so I will obnoxiously be wearing my Power T shirt and orange scrub pants. I know, I have always been, and forever will be , a Mississippi State fan, but I did marry a Tennessee fan. And, I HATE Alabama, so it will be fitting. That is one of the only things I hate about Biormingham.....all the super obnoxious Alabama fans. But, I have been know as, and I quote, an "Obnoxious Alabama Hater!" Yes, someone , who was really, really mad at me, and really, really bent out of shape called me that. It offended me at first, but then I enjoyed knowing that there will be know mistaking me for an Alabama fan, I wear maroon, not crimson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, I need to be cleaning my home, My best buddy Zach should be dropping my any time now, and I have got to finish laundry day (or week, as it has turned out to be.) And, I have to make an appetizer for work tomorrow. We're having a bachelor/bachelorette party for two of my co-workers. Should be interesting......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-3886146366231643411?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/3886146366231643411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=3886146366231643411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3886146366231643411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/3886146366231643411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-soccer-starand-only-thing-i-hate.html' title='My Soccer Star......And the ONLY thing I HATE about Birmingham'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/Rxd7XnflDDI/AAAAAAAAABM/pVkGtgyzAkQ/s72-c/877414-R1-029-13_013%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616044389144422663.post-2363863219803273067</id><published>2007-10-16T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:49:01.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/RxV3nnflDBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Q8AaUh7GzJ0/s1600-h/877414-R1-029-13_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried this whole blogging thing once, and it did not quite work out. Now that life has slowed down (somewhat), I thought that I would try again. We're living in the Magic City now, and we love it. I will try harder to keep this thing up to date. Here's a brief summary of where we are now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;GRACE:&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; Grace is in four year old preschool now at the most amazing daycare. Their curriculum is awesome, and Grace has learned so much. They are learning Spanish now! She is also a soccer STAR! She has played 4 games, and scored 35 goals! (The team has only scored 36). Not to brag, but she really is a good little athlete. She started dance back today. She really wants to be my prissy tomboy. She really is alot of fun, but she is definately 4 going on 25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wes is working hard, every single day. He works all day, then has to come home and teach me how to take care of a home. He is much better at cooking and cleaning than I am. Thank goodness I have him, otherwise Grace and I would be in trouble. He is really enjoying watching Grace excel at soccer, and knowing that she is the best one out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I am enjoying this whole wife/mommy thing. I am also LOVING my job. I work in the Bone Marrow Transplant ICU, amd it is so fulfilling. I learn and grow so much every day. I would go to work everyday if I didn't have to get up so early, and didn't feel like I was missing out on time with Wes and Grace. It's such a good feeling to LOVE going to work. Now, I have to learn to work on the cooking and cleaning stuff at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4616044389144422663-2363863219803273067?l=wkgfarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/feeds/2363863219803273067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4616044389144422663&amp;postID=2363863219803273067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2363863219803273067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4616044389144422663/posts/default/2363863219803273067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wkgfarmer.blogspot.com/2007/10/trying-again.html' title='Trying Again'/><author><name>Kerry Farmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11310738116975654659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QYfnYRTQRYw/SP4I26uQIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/0A0Ah1GIInU/S220/bowling+021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
