tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17563465105255450122024-02-07T10:52:55.543-06:00Life in this Zoo"All good things are wild, and free."
-Henry David ThoreauLeah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-90696041476446514322011-04-22T12:24:00.003-05:002011-04-22T12:29:27.870-05:00Isaac's 5th birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Isaac is now <b>FIVE </b>years old!</div>
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He had a huge party (15 guests) squeezed into the little block of time between the morning and afternoon sessions of conference. It was absolute <b>Chaos</b>! At least that was the opinions of every adult, especially Daddy... but the important opinion belonged to Isaac who thought it was the coolest party ever! Isaac even thanked Heavenly Father, that night in his prayers, for blessing him with such a cool party. I was so glad that he was happy, because he had been talking about his party since December, so I was concerned that he was going to build it all up in his mind and then it wouldn't live up to all of his expectations... apparently a 5 year olds expectations are not as extreme as I had assumed... thank goodness.</div>
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Isaac wanted to have a pajama, monster party so he could wear his monster pajamas...lol</div>
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He picked the decorations from a company, we found online, called shindigs. Like I said before he has been planning this party since December, that was when he picked the decorations out, and just about every day after that he would confirm with me that I understood what he wanted... he is so headstrong and determined. </div>
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I was very brave and let everyone eat their cakes on the floor since we didn't have 15 chairs at the table! Happily they didn't make any mess that wasn't easily vacuumed up later.</div>
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What do monsters eat? Mice of course. Isaac helped me make these peach mice, they turned out really cute. I remembered my mom making peach spiders and pear mice when I was a kid, so Isaac decided to try it out. It was a big hit, the majority of the kids loved it. I think Eden ate 4 of them herself.</div>
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We bought Isaac a big kid bike with training wheels, unfortunately he has only had 2 days since his birthday to ride on it. Spring has forgotten that it is supposed to be here, so Winter is still going strong, We hope it will change soon! We want to go on a bike ride!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Happy Birthday Isaac</b></span></div>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-8333425414398146792011-02-22T22:22:00.000-06:002011-02-22T22:22:26.789-06:00snowmanwhile getting together the pictures for the blizzard post, I came across these from a short lived snow fall back in December. The kids helped me make this snowman. It was kind of small but lots of fun. It was gone by the next morning... <sigh></sigh><br />
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So we had a blizzard in Illinois. Apparently it was the worst one in 25 years. Everyone was all freaked out about it, but I must say that is was rather nostalgic for me, reminded me of winters in Idaho, only those were "winters" not just solitary storms. Winter here tends to be icy rains, freezing winds, snow sometimes, but after 2-3 days the snow is washed away by rain or just melts, while the freeze remains...really nasty. I will take a true Idaho winter any day. Give me a blizzard, a fireplace and a good book, that's how I loved winter as a teenager.</div>
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Anyway, after this blizzard, I took the kids outside early and let them play on the drifts outside our house, while I shoveled our driveway. Of course the plow came through and left one little path through the cul de sac, but that path was so far away from our drive that I had to shovel twice the normal length of the drive to reach it. I shoveled our drive, then helped some of the neighbors with theirs, then I had to dig out my van from the parking in the center of the cul de sac. I spent a total of 5 hours shoveling, it was good, hard work, that felt totally awesome while I was doing it and nearly crippled me for a couple of hours afterwards. ;)</div>
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You can see from the pictures how high the drifts were. One of the neighbors had her entire drive way and front yard drifted right up to the roof, she spent 4 hours just getting out of her front door, then all the neighbors got together after shoveling their own drives and cleared hers in about 30 minutes. I wish I had gotten a picture of it, but my camera was already inside by then. It's funny how no one on one side of the cul de sac knows anyone on the other, most barely even know there next door neighbors here, but during a situation like this, no one even hesitated to pitch in and help a neighbor/stranger.<br />
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"I'm the king of Bunkers Hill!"</div>
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This car belonged to another neighbor, he walks to work, so he didn't bother shoveling it out for a couple of days...<br />
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Isaac kept finding snowballs almost a big as himself, then would carry them up to the top of the drift "mountain" and throw them at someone, usually me.</div>
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It was a beautiful morning, very crisp and clean, everyone ended up outside... most of my neighbors I had never even seen before, so it was nice to be able to talk to them and laugh about the blizzard, and see so many people at one time, at least 15 households were out at once, and everyone was cheerful and friendly and helpful. I actually wish it would happen more often... a blizzard, followed by neighborliness, I mean. That would be a good winter. The only thing that would top that would be some "black-ops cookie deliveries" conducted the night after a blizzard! Good times, good times.Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-80806710544351674052011-01-25T09:45:00.000-06:002011-01-25T09:45:10.161-06:00late night snowball fightA few nights ago, James actually got home early from work. By early, I mean 8:30pm. The kids were supposed to be in bed at 7:30, but as luck, and a serious of catastrophes, would have it, all 3 kids were still up. <br />
So let me set the scene: I had just finished cleaning up an overflowing toilet, and a mess consisting of every toy in the house being dumped out, by Eden, in the living room, when the doorbell rings. I'm thinking to myself, "What now?!" <br />
I open the door, and there's no one there! It's very dark, and snow is falling in huge clumps. It's a beautiful, crisp night, but I'm irritated that some kid is playing tricks...<br />
Suddenly, a giant snowball comes flying right at my face! <br />
I manage to get the screen door closed just in time... and there is James-big, guilty grin.<br />
He says, "Where are the kids?" So I call them and say, "Hurry, get your boots and coats on!"<br />
We must have played for 30 minutes or more, the kids would have kept on playing if we'd let them. Of course we had to come in and get hot cocoa, and we still had to brush teeth, but now we had to change into dry pajamas too. So it wasn't until about 10pm that they finally got to bed. Yes, and it was a school night too. Oh, well, these kind of experiences are priceless, especially when the kids' time spent with Daddy usually consists of him sleeping in their room at night. <br />
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I was very glad that I had the camera charged and out on the counter, instead of put away in some inaccessible place...Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-619182973031886812011-01-16T22:41:00.016-06:002011-01-22T10:17:33.595-06:00Happy 3rd Birthday Eden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On January 15th 2011, Eden Caroline Bangert became 3 years old. Our little princess had received a little, pink, china tea cup set from a Sister at church around Christmas time, and James thought that it would be fun for her to have a tea party for her birthday. </span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As Eden's knowledge of what a princess is happens to be limited to the fact that it's what she, as a girl, is; and she does not know who any of the Disney Princesses are - </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">we don't have any of the movies, Jeremiah and Isaac have seen them from when we lived near Aunt Holly and Uncle Jon, but Eden somehow never has - this being the case she wasn't interested in a "Princess Party" in the everyone-dress-up-as-a-princess-and-everything-decorated-in-Disney Princesses style, like you might expect of girls her age. Instead she wanted a butterfly tea party. So I got her this cute little tiara to make her the hostess and sent out some cute little invitations: </span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>She also took it upon herself to be too big for diapers, and quit using them cold turkey. She has been officially diaper free for 2 weeks now, even at night. </i></span></span></div>
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It's that time of year again, everything is white and cold with snow outside, and the Christmas tree brightens everything up inside. <br />
The Bangert family has had a good year. Not too boring and not too exciting, just the right blend to leave us laughing and happy and expectant for the new year. <br />
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In January, Eden had her 2nd birthday. Isaac turned 4 in April. And in May, Jeremiah turned 6. <br />
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Now Jeremiah is in 1st grade at Forrestal Elementary. His teacher this year is Mrs. Sabor.<br />
He is doing a great job in math and science, but his best subject is reading. He's in the yellow group, which is reading chapter books! At home he loves to read all kinds of books to his brother and sister, as well as reading the Book of Mormon for family scripture study. He loves getting up in Fast and Testimony Meeting to share his testimony and does so almost every month. He also enjoys superheroes, action and comedy movies, gymnastics, Wii sports and Lego games, and anything he can do with his dad. Jeremiah also lost his first 2 teeth this year! He is a great helper, he keeps the toys picked up and does the vacuuming as his regular responsibilities, and loves to find other ways to help his family. His mom doesn't know what she would do without him.<br />
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She has been learning everything she can from her brothers and considers herself fully capable of anything anyone else in the family can do. She loves counting, and can count to 10 with or without her fingers. She loves coloring. She doesn't like to be helped with anything, I even caught her pouring her own milk (thank goodness the jug was almost empty!) And she is an expert covert operative, she can sneak off with anything as stealthily as a pickpocket, she always remembers what she has hidden where, and she can stay hidden in the simplest of places for up to 20 minutes without being found. But mostly she loves her brothers, they are her best friends.<br />
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As a family we have had fun this year. Grandpa Bob came to live with us, in July. He has had quite the adjustment coming to Illinois from Monterey California's climate. (He got to throw his <i><b>first</b></i> snowball a few days ago.)<br />
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As a family, we have been on outings to the Children's Museum at Navy Pier, in Chicago;<br />
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the Cottonwood Farm, in Crest Hill, Illinois;<br />
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as well as the Dinosaur Museum and Kenosha Public Museum, in Kenosha, Wisconsin.<br />
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The kids had fun riding their tricycle and big wheel when the weather was warm. <br />
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James has been very busy as a Recruit Division Commander at the Navy's Recruit Training Command (Bootcamp). He is pushing his last division now, and looks forward to serving with Fleet Quality Assurance for the next year, beginning at the end of February 2011. He looks forward to seeing more of his kids and getting a lot more sleep. James has also been busy as the Elders Quorum President in our ward, and has been blessed in abundance by the Lord ever since receiving this calling, for which we are very thankful.<br />
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Leah has been busy keeping the family sane, fed, clothed, and relatively happy. Leah is also pleased to report that she has lost 10 pounds this year. It has been hard work and challenging, but definitely worth while. Leah has also been accepted into a Master of Science program in Forensic Psychology, at Waldon University. It is an online program and hopefully will take no more then 1 1/2 years to complete. And at church she is enjoying her calling as a Relief Society teacher.<br />
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So now at the end of 2010 and the beginning of 2011 we would like to wish all of our family and friends a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year</i></span></span>.<br />
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<br />Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-26761024545550460862010-05-17T20:29:00.000-05:002010-05-17T20:29:14.413-05:00Isaac's 4th birthday<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoL-pQw7MGBAEvtEN2j9y9duoYjaBpx_ImzGnYGohY7iC5EuamccMy-1kSefQQT1KAxkCnKd2pjKtOcLSDO7GRyMbc1ZPlNL4vxpZqAitatcMQxU87C92LYiuEYFW8LHgIHilzmms5E6L/s1600/IMG_0656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoL-pQw7MGBAEvtEN2j9y9duoYjaBpx_ImzGnYGohY7iC5EuamccMy-1kSefQQT1KAxkCnKd2pjKtOcLSDO7GRyMbc1ZPlNL4vxpZqAitatcMQxU87C92LYiuEYFW8LHgIHilzmms5E6L/s320/IMG_0656.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">It was so much fun to celebrate Isaac's birthday with him on 3 April 2010. He turned 4 years old, and I am amazed that my little baby is that big and that old. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">He didn't make a very big fuss about having a birthday, he just sort of took it as kind of inevitable and natural. I didn't get much input from him on what he wanted for a gift or what he wanted to do for a celebration. If I made a suggestion he would agree or disagree. He was pretty happy about it all though, just kind of quietly. He is so funny.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">So the day before his birthday, a Friday, we went as a family to Chuck-e Cheese's and had pizza and fun. And James took Isaac and Jeremiah to see the movie How To Train A Dragon, which they totally loved. As his gift from his family Isaac received a Radio Flyer big wheel. And from Grandma and Grandpa Bryson he got some money, which he took to Toys-R-Us and independently, and thoughtfully (which has always been his way) ended up buying 3 different Play-Doh sets and didn't go over his budget by even a cent! I was very pleased with him.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">We made great invitations, we had so much fun making them and all the kids and their parents loved them too.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">They played a pass-the-Kryptonite game using a green glow stick. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Isaac makes an extremely handsome Batman and he was very excited to be defusing those bombs...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Isaac did a great job blowing out his candle...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">Then it was present time. They sat in a circle and then one of the little heroes took charge and selected a gift for Isaac to open, I expected him to excitedly bring the one he had himself brought, but he was just so excited about the whole thing it turned out he didn't care which gift it was as long as Isaac was opening something. It was very cute.</span></span><br />
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Back in March, when Jeremiah had his 100th day of school, he had a project to make a poster of a collection of a 100 things of his choosing... so he decided to use the foreign money collection that James and I have built up over the years. It includes money from Ireland, England, Australia, Japan, Hong Kong, Singapore, Thailand, United Arab Emirates, Bahrain, Iraq, The Seychelles, Canada, Mexico, Portugal, Germany and maybe a few other places. Jeremiah did a great job and had a lot of fun, too.Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-39420105983410048492010-02-16T10:11:00.001-06:002010-02-16T10:39:11.687-06:00Eden's 2nd Birthday<br />
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January 15, 2010. Eden is now 2 years old. We had a very nice little birthday here at home for her, Mommy, Daddy, Jeremiah and Isaac celebrating with her. She got 3 gifts, one from her family and 2 from Grandma, all of which she still loves a month later. At her 2 year check up she measured in at 25 lbs and 33 3/4 inches. If you believe the old rule that a 2 year old has reached half of their adult height, then WOOHOO! that means Eden will be about 5' 6" tall when she grows up! No being 4' 11" like her mother, thank you very much! For her sake hopefully it is true.<br />
The only bad thing in her life right now is that both of her brothers are in school, and she is not... this is a sore spot for her. Everything else is bright and shiny, for her anyway. For her mom and dad... well, she hit her terrible two's on the same day as she had her birthday... ;) She is a beautiful, thoughtful, intelligent, and cuddly little girl. She loves babies, books, and Apple Juice, she can get herself dressed from her socks to her coat and boots, she wants to be potty trained and is working hard at it- it's just so hard to get to that darn toilette in time! She is a wonderful little princess who is loved by everyone who knows her, especially her family. But she is also tough and knows what she wants and wont allow anyone to say otherwise. She has been known to tackle, kick, and punch both of her brothers, especially Isaac, when they get in her way, or take her toys! An angel with her halo askew, and a black eye comes to mind...<br />
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Here is a picture of Jeremiah showing Isaac how to "wear" the polar bear blanket Grandma made for Eden. We love this blanket... it took Eden a little while to realize it wasn't a REAL polar bear, but once she did she wouldn't let anyone else use it but her.<br />
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Grandma also made this "E" barrette ribbon for Eden. She loves it, she loves to have Mommy "Do" her hair, which is long enough and thick enough... finally... for pony tails and barrettes. She loves looking like a princess. She thinks she looks so pretty and she is right.<br />
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The third present Eden got for her birthday was a new Butterfly for her collection. I gave her the frame with the 5 butterflies when she was first born, then she received the Blue Mountain Butterfly, from Australia, for her 1st birthday , and the black and red Scarlet Mormon Butterfly, from the Philippines, for this birthday. Eden loves butterflies. This is a collection that I hope to keep adding to every year until she tells me to stop.<br />
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This was Eden's Tinkerbell cake. Wow, she loved it! She's definitely a girl.<br />
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Here she is happily singing "Happy Birthday" to Everyone in the family. She loves to sing, and will use any excuse for it.<br />
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<br /></div>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-23035583034200737702010-01-01T23:38:00.000-06:002010-01-02T01:10:36.730-06:00Merry Christmas and Happy New YearIt is suddenly 2010.<br />
What happened to 2009? <br />
I certainly didn't keep track of it here in this blog...<br />
One of my new year's resolutions is to do a MUCH better job of keeping up to date with this particular resource.<br />
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And so to begin what I hope not to have become a "January/July Journal" let me update you on the Bangert's 2009.<br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">(This picture was taken at the Harley-Davidson Museum in Milwaukee Wisconsin. It was taken on James cell phone... what a surprise that it would turn out so well. Merry Christmas!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">EDEN</span><br />
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She had a happy year, learning all about being in charge and being her own person.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzn7_xjbSnQpXkLB9dniXw3zTmkvXe0LFJLwhmJbPYn34z6ChJjwptBczGSQZqNvjbO0m4imawkM0Q-BF58XXTo1n7nDjrXU5PgsdzRNnfs3LNSZzToreb-FGFtck1zlfhM4LVFOF_7xUl/s1600-h/IMG_0579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzn7_xjbSnQpXkLB9dniXw3zTmkvXe0LFJLwhmJbPYn34z6ChJjwptBczGSQZqNvjbO0m4imawkM0Q-BF58XXTo1n7nDjrXU5PgsdzRNnfs3LNSZzToreb-FGFtck1zlfhM4LVFOF_7xUl/s200/IMG_0579.jpg" /></a>Eden loves hanging out with her brothers. She loves to play whatever they are playing and challenges herself to keep up with them. She doesn't understand that they are 2 and 4 years older then her, and that that might mean size and skill differences. She is also extremely stubborn and wont allow anyone to help her, she has to dress herself, build her own block creations, dress and take care of her own babies, wash herself in the tub, etc... of course I am also stubborn and insist on "supervising".<br />
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Eden also enjoys helping Mommy in the kitchen. Mommy will sometimes be cooking and so Eden will start to get things out of the cupboards which she believes would be useful for Mommy, like utensils or pans or cans of this or that... sometimes even flour or sugar...<br />
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Eden is so beautiful and smart and independent and fearless and friendly. She is everything wonderful that a little girl should be. She loves going to Nursery at church. She loves "reading" and being read to. She loves singing and dancing and learning new words. She loves being a part of our family and being included in everything we do. She also loves pretending that she is the mommy and that I am her baby, she is a very sweet mommy...<br />
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Happy New Year Eden!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxPaAYizZdKDUr0faeowdl7yxaBXyw45zamP4HdQhpWPjOUjspjG7fDoOrrZyQ2Em8tEhIDJLsixLLpSbu-252W5nG6yYYslSNIu_22OS4_4PXtWh1zlUM2bSYMmekGX53Irswu5-DGvK/s1600-h/100_3648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxPaAYizZdKDUr0faeowdl7yxaBXyw45zamP4HdQhpWPjOUjspjG7fDoOrrZyQ2Em8tEhIDJLsixLLpSbu-252W5nG6yYYslSNIu_22OS4_4PXtWh1zlUM2bSYMmekGX53Irswu5-DGvK/s200/100_3648.jpg" /></a>Last year was his 3rd birthday, in April, and what made it super nice was that Grandma Jane came and spent it with him! Isaac got a lot of Ben Ten Alien Force toys. He is still a huge fan, in fact he rarely will answer to himself being called Isaac without making sure that we understand that he is really "Ben Ten Alien Force." According to him, I am Gwen, James is Kevin or sometimes "Sick Kevin" because he hasn't been feeling well, and Eden is Ship.<br />
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One of the most important changes that happened for Isaac this year was giving up his beloved pacifier. <br />
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Another important change for Isaac was starting Preschool! He is in Miss Haberkamp and Mrs Cress class and he absolutely loves it. He goes to school in the afternoons 5 days a week, for 2 1/2 hours. And because he was in school we had to get his eyes checked... what do you know, he has the same kind of astigmatism that his mommy has so... Isaac got glasses. He was very excited about that and he looks soooo handsome!<br />
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For Halloween Isaac wanted to be a skeleton, and we found him the perfect costume... it was bony enough to really be a skeleton but not so scary as to make him scared to put it on... He was the best skeleton on Halloween this year.<br />
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Isaac is kind of nervous about leaving Nursery and going into Sunbeams in church this year, but I think he will be just fine once he gets used to it.<br />
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Happy New Year Isaac!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Jeremiah </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0T1zaBBHgvGODyqnQFmp9DObwWrpAl4s6hnQ5ME_VhdF_R26NEtEnvcw9-Z7tF-HW9kWHd6H4Nanqjzid8fVNoJkYblohTOr8nI6SyWh0Rr744W0XF63eHRSg_gitJ1_O-lxF8A-ff_sY/s1600-h/IMG_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0T1zaBBHgvGODyqnQFmp9DObwWrpAl4s6hnQ5ME_VhdF_R26NEtEnvcw9-Z7tF-HW9kWHd6H4Nanqjzid8fVNoJkYblohTOr8nI6SyWh0Rr744W0XF63eHRSg_gitJ1_O-lxF8A-ff_sY/s200/IMG_0019.jpg" /></a>During the spring Jeremiah started speech therapy. His speech has improved so much ever since he was 4 but it was nice to get him into a program to start working on it with a teacher. Because he was in this program we had to get his eyes checked and sure enough he also has his mommy's astigmatism (Sorry Eden, the chances are looking pretty slim that you wont need glasses soon too. I got my glasses when I was 5!) Jeremiah looks wonderful in his glasses, and we could tell almost immediately that it made a world of difference for him. His learning curve went right up, his behavior improved, he was happier. And so were we.<br />
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The second big change in Jeremiah's life was starting Kindergarten! What an exciting day that was both for him and me! He is in Ms Criswell's class. She is absolutely the best teacher he could have gotten. She has been teaching Kindergarten for 29 years and has perfected it! She said during parent-teacher conference that Jeremiah is one of her all time favorite students. She said that he loves to learn and is very well behaved, which of course made us into very proud parents. We knew he would love school! He is learning to read, write, and do math as well as learning fun stuff about pilgrims, and farms (they went on a field trip to a farm that James got to chaperone) He has had projects dealing with making a sculpture of something beginning with C out of cans:<br />
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He was able to bring home Traveling Teddy and spend the afternoon and evening doing things with it, then recording in the Traveling Teddy's journal what they had done to share with his class. One of the activities they did was to squeeze oranges and make orange juice. Jeremiah and the Traveling Teddy squeezed 10 oranges, and had a blast. Then Jeremiah had a drink of the juice and left the rest of it for James and I to finish... he is a very picky boy!<br />
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For Halloween this year Jeremiah decided to be a transformer, Optimus Prime to be exact! Yeah... as you can see he didn't exactly stay with that idea. He ended up deciding that a Ninja would be more fun and exciting... so he was a Ninja and a very impressive one too!<br />
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Jeremiah is excited about going into the CTR 6 class at church. He is all about getting bigger and more grown up. What a wonderful attitude he has.<br />
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Happy New Year Jeremiah!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwNLgW43jVyvp3ijPR5JSHaOWXZWPrkJuz6pFYC0zm5K5WML3QeuyJDMErKHSscsJz-Iqb-zcTam6cll0B0ZLisVd9pKjlgilRTdusRu8StNFuA4i9LTYt95XYYk8lO7giSrUAAOw8gCb/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwNLgW43jVyvp3ijPR5JSHaOWXZWPrkJuz6pFYC0zm5K5WML3QeuyJDMErKHSscsJz-Iqb-zcTam6cll0B0ZLisVd9pKjlgilRTdusRu8StNFuA4i9LTYt95XYYk8lO7giSrUAAOw8gCb/s200/IMG_0272.JPG" /></a>James was qualified as a Recruit Division Commander last February, immediately after graduating from that school they assigned him to a division of new recruits at the Navy's Boot Camp here in Great Lakes Illinois. His schedule consisted of waking up at 0400 and working until 2200 7 days a week for 8 weeks. Not very fun for him or for us... but that's what we signed up for with this duty, so we knew it would be rough. But then the Lord surprised us by blessing James to be sent over to the other side of the base to fill in as an instructor at one of the school houses because they were short on instructors... his schedule became up at 0530 and home by 1600-1700 5 days a week, with weekends and holidays off! That was only supposed to be for 3 months but it has been 9 months now! What a blessing... He will be going back to RDC duty at Boot Camp this month, we aren't looking forward to the harder hours, and he certainly isn't looking forward to marching in the cold and snow with the recruits, but it's time for him to get back to work I guess...<br />
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James has been teaching the Valiant boys (9-11 year olds) at church. He has enjoyed it but it can be challenging sometimes. He also has enjoyed having Jeff Zimmer as his Home Teaching companion, they have been burning up the town as far as Home Teaching is concerned, and having a great time doing it. James also has enjoyed having the free time to spend going with the full time Missionaries to teach discussions and assist them in their work. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yaBMQasfSSits-1xfbbPsnTNC2zdGKOxdqKgwit23qWZ7z8w3qlsSQXntxhN04D975zqmAubO6gUEsbZF5kT16Waql6J3GUBQIOb5g3P-b04W6MWWVjrZhQwe8ZzoZs5wW-guIEfQQT0/s1600-h/100_4073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yaBMQasfSSits-1xfbbPsnTNC2zdGKOxdqKgwit23qWZ7z8w3qlsSQXntxhN04D975zqmAubO6gUEsbZF5kT16Waql6J3GUBQIOb5g3P-b04W6MWWVjrZhQwe8ZzoZs5wW-guIEfQQT0/s200/100_4073.JPG" /></a>For Halloween James had a hard time choosing a costume, he really wanted to be a Zombie but didn't know if that would be appropriate for attending the trunk-or-treat at the church, so he settled on going as himself. But he did get dressed up for Christmas which I for one thought was fun... Isaac really wanted James to be Santa Claus on Christmas morning. So he was Santa Daddy in his Navy PT gear.<br />
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And James wish/dream/goal this year is to get himself a Harley. He has fallen in love with this particular beauty...<br />
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Happy New Year James!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Leah</span><br />
As for me... I have had a nice year. I have finally started to get the hang of this Mother thing. Some how having 2 of my kids in school for all and/or part of the day has made a real difference to me. My only explanation is that I don't remember life with my Mom before I was in school myself. She went through it, the all the kids at home all day phase, but I have no memory of it at all. Everything I knew was centered around a school day schedule... for years and years! Now I am finally starting to fall into my niche.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAybWeLev9FIiwm-CEVt6cr8fDfM8IHzvb0yIYRaM4cXekRi6BI5QlQpE_6TBa5iwmHpc5W3wld9v3Ea2dlM3igrEHozi4JVqjh7Xj840OxJ0FAqgWbK1IcF7GNFN5cMZaCgzR-9aLEwp/s1600-h/100_4084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAybWeLev9FIiwm-CEVt6cr8fDfM8IHzvb0yIYRaM4cXekRi6BI5QlQpE_6TBa5iwmHpc5W3wld9v3Ea2dlM3igrEHozi4JVqjh7Xj840OxJ0FAqgWbK1IcF7GNFN5cMZaCgzR-9aLEwp/s200/100_4084.JPG" /></a>My parents came and visited us this summer, and the kids and I went with them to New Jersey for a couple of days to visit my sister Cami and her husband Brian. That was a really fun trip. Then we were doubly blessed to have had the blessing of Cami and Brian come and visit us for Christmas! Twice in one year! <br />
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I was able to invite some friends and their kids over for Thanksgiving Dinner this year. It is my philosophy that you can happily have a quiet Christmas, but Thanksgiving has to be LOUD! And this year it was, with the added bonus that I didn't have to cook everything or clean up all the pans and serving dishes myself this year... but I did get to pull out my Nice plates and my Silver silver wear! I love being able to do that... and I put a tablecloth on the table too...<br />
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I have been enjoying being the Compassionate Service sister in our ward. It is really a wonderful calling, and I think I have benefited more then anyone in our ward has from me being in this calling. I have also really enjoyed having Misty Sessions for my Visiting Teaching companion and will really miss her when she and her family move this year.<br />
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And in 2009 I got a bowflex so of course that is my SUPER HUGE PRIORITY New Years resolution... get my girlish figure back... lol (Faith and Hope, Faith and Hope!!!!!!)<br />
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So that is the Bangert Family recap of 2009. I am looking forward to a wonderful, and eventful, but not too eventful 2010!<br />
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!<br />
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<br />Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-34164367780083652112009-04-20T23:11:00.000-05:002009-05-05T01:24:49.939-05:00Happy Birthday IsaacI have been working on this post for a whole month... for some reason it is proving to be a challenge to me, but I am determined to finish it and get it posted. I want everyone to see My Isaac and share in my joy over him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsUoMBvjke4wK_fkz4vjhG1CA043SNpO7TSUe6JDtDZJ-lpSs8hWoGoo5D5dm7UAsRyPdiGS5CZibjlrUO_w3OnRu-E-KrIShnkRz9ERZ4spI4vI3dI4BY-5vsnSw0ieVuMWd9MjCKeJM/s1600-h/P4020004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965495909918754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsUoMBvjke4wK_fkz4vjhG1CA043SNpO7TSUe6JDtDZJ-lpSs8hWoGoo5D5dm7UAsRyPdiGS5CZibjlrUO_w3OnRu-E-KrIShnkRz9ERZ4spI4vI3dI4BY-5vsnSw0ieVuMWd9MjCKeJM/s320/P4020004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My Isaac! 3 Years Old! I can hardly believe what a big boy he has become.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6X9V-gy032keRCkcO2VUgMLSWBQyaJVYWkLURSjA_7c4pgVB01P8SisG7J2euXX60oAsnMpe7WXymsi3QidRR5mZjB3HeJMv2sydgarIJqUzqOrVh9_99uIPx0p-mFq6bdhsloVeb6RM/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331966123938376226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6X9V-gy032keRCkcO2VUgMLSWBQyaJVYWkLURSjA_7c4pgVB01P8SisG7J2euXX60oAsnMpe7WXymsi3QidRR5mZjB3HeJMv2sydgarIJqUzqOrVh9_99uIPx0p-mFq6bdhsloVeb6RM/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">Isaac's first day 4 April 2006<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmK21EDh38GccbA8B2-C347wnO4p2B6iGEhNhYG5iMIiJJN7Rtka2OnY7EMk9tLuuE5FWb3YKMLi-TbxXEq7MX7DnGK9OC6JfW7gJ9BawidgeV3TEiE7BiMYL49Y1uYdj6-XmE8JArqoNt/s1600-h/1st+birthday.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331966105639331122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmK21EDh38GccbA8B2-C347wnO4p2B6iGEhNhYG5iMIiJJN7Rtka2OnY7EMk9tLuuE5FWb3YKMLi-TbxXEq7MX7DnGK9OC6JfW7gJ9BawidgeV3TEiE7BiMYL49Y1uYdj6-XmE8JArqoNt/s320/1st+birthday.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">Isaac's first birthday 3 April 2007</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rVFxvrXSRhgN7asFzBCeFnrP-1ptS3nvrrbnpkbASKNpHx6XgNRcRCY2ji37KUVHwRMDBSOgv8KvNKZwJpDYcjAxEIfeFmgfY7NkdUFoapd90XL860SxOIAbusnXG9Li9d76AWtEYLVq/s1600-h/P4030017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965493512406898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rVFxvrXSRhgN7asFzBCeFnrP-1ptS3nvrrbnpkbASKNpHx6XgNRcRCY2ji37KUVHwRMDBSOgv8KvNKZwJpDYcjAxEIfeFmgfY7NkdUFoapd90XL860SxOIAbusnXG9Li9d76AWtEYLVq/s320/P4030017.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">Isaac's 3rd birthday 3 April 2009 (Where is 2008? I don't know... I looked and looked and looked!)<br /></span><br />Isaac Lorin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bangert</span> was born on 3 April 2006, (weighing 6 lbs 1 oz, and I think 19 inches long), after 24 hours of the worst labor I have had, followed by an emergency c-section. He had been doing somersaults a couple of days before and gotten himself tangled up in his umbilical cord to the point where he had become unresponsive. The Holy Ghost had told me that something was wrong so I went in to have a non-stress test done and ended up being admitted and induced. My pregnancy itself was pretty simple, I only had morning sickness for the first 4 months, a great improvement over the 9 months of it I had with Jeremiah. The worst thing was the cold I caught during the last trimester, I just couldn't get rid of it and it pretty much made me miserable day and night. Other then that there was the results of that blood test that is supposed to tell if your baby will have a genetic disorder like Downs Syndrome. I tested a high positive, so they monitored Isaac throughout the pregnancy. The plus side to that was that we got to see him more often then usual on the ultrasounds. And although it was heart breaking to think that our beautiful angel might be born with Downs our desire to have another child was way greater then any fear or sadness we experienced, and our faith in the Will of the Lord was pretty strong too. We trusted that Isaac would be exactly as he was meant to be, and he was. As you can see he didn't have Downs Syndrome after all.<br /><br />Now back to the delivery... OK, so he was tangled in his umbilical cord, we were in labor for 24 hours and no progress was being made, my epidural kept failing and either having to be adjusted or redone, they kept pumping me full of fluids to the point that my mom was beginning to do calculations and ask questions like, "don't you think that's a little too much?" When a Nurse with almost 30 years of experience starts asking questions it makes me nervous, besides I was afraid that I was going to pop! Finally, after 24 hours they said "OK any time you need to push call us and we'll get that baby out!" So of course I went into "Yes, it's time to push" mode... they shift changed and the new staff came in and said, "Nope your no where close to ready yet. Looks like we are going to have to restart your epidural and up the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">patosen</span> (spelling?) again." At that point I flipped out and told them what I thought about everything, made them get the doctor in the room and told him that he'd better find another solution... I came in because my baby is in trouble, no one seems to care about that except me, so find another way to get him out because I am not doing this any more!" So he left and when he came back he brought all the staff necessary for prepping for the c-section. I was so relieved. At that point I knew that everything was going to be OK.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLli2dJtKaPzHKT-sjQ78vxFg9CMAV6Epeget0Pa7kCzf22eheZoOk2MPeiL6HkF9nWhbrmEXzqHT51bFSNBkMntGJdWjvgs67atwBv5BEv8Fpc9xI_GDKupV-iSMwv6PCH_ccXvkoQyVq/s1600-h/Isaac.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965511312463522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLli2dJtKaPzHKT-sjQ78vxFg9CMAV6Epeget0Pa7kCzf22eheZoOk2MPeiL6HkF9nWhbrmEXzqHT51bFSNBkMntGJdWjvgs67atwBv5BEv8Fpc9xI_GDKupV-iSMwv6PCH_ccXvkoQyVq/s320/Isaac.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">This picture is pretty self explanatory I think!</span><br /><br />I have no idea how long it took from then until the blue little face was shown to me and I felt that pure burning love that a mother feels for the first time seeing the perfection of her baby and knowing the perfection of Heavenly Father's Creation and Divine Plan. I was finally at peace, the crisis was over, Isaac was safe and born, and I knew that there wouldn't be any complications, I had no fears... but my ordeal wasn't over, I was so bloated with fluids that my IV came out and it took 4 nurses and 20 or so puncture wounds later to get it back in, now I was bloated and black and blue. Then 2 days later when I was being discharged the fluids that were trying to be absorbed into my body somehow got infected and weren't being absorbed like they were supposed to. It felt like a fire under my skin and there was a visible water line that the Dr. was tracking and monitoring for several days to make sure nothing serious was going to have to be done, my poor stomach looked like a water balloon and it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">soooo</span> painful, worse then the c-section itself... But my baby was healthy and in my arms and everything was almost wonderful... you see James, my dear devoted husband who had stayed by my side throughout the entire event and most of the time while we were still in the hospital, he finally brought Isaac and me home, then sat down on the couch to relax and started to cough painfully. So my mom took him to the ER... turned out he was suffering this whole time from bi-lateral <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pneumonia</span>! My mom sure had her hands full taking care of Jeremiah, Isaac, me and James for a few days! Thank you Mom!!!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2LnERLGmZE6coKUuXHxoIub1iGEC3E0YHNBqWX9IWR_KLH8uiEi9IjCOA2Pj-R472dme36n-20p3zUsvkRDBhW3nirqM_OC1xMdcxXbf6vfsWaiZYhSvSQXr5Je9cOSxl-cEA_SFiAd9/s1600-h/Isaac's+smile+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331969154760626882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu2LnERLGmZE6coKUuXHxoIub1iGEC3E0YHNBqWX9IWR_KLH8uiEi9IjCOA2Pj-R472dme36n-20p3zUsvkRDBhW3nirqM_OC1xMdcxXbf6vfsWaiZYhSvSQXr5Je9cOSxl-cEA_SFiAd9/s320/Isaac's+smile+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Isaac looked just like my mom when she was a baby! He even has the Millet ears, which is pretty ironic because we named him after my Grandfather Lorin Elmer Millet, and that is who he resembles, my mom and her dad. My Grandpa could actually wiggle his ears, not up and down like so many people can do, but flapping front to back... I really hope that Isaac will be able to learn to do that too, I think it would be great! I love his ears.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-kR-GRiqGSmB1fiujOsv_m2JEmnbe7e4qKCM7hCS-Alkqkqs9zgJDMBklff4FBNjYu2jvFVFGBlXkTt2NORtZyrNKvjFYt72-hdXaCuguSVL6tolzdMXoooDcbRj8NzK5vxm3z_a0cV3/s1600-h/100_3463.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332214739630683074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-kR-GRiqGSmB1fiujOsv_m2JEmnbe7e4qKCM7hCS-Alkqkqs9zgJDMBklff4FBNjYu2jvFVFGBlXkTt2NORtZyrNKvjFYt72-hdXaCuguSVL6tolzdMXoooDcbRj8NzK5vxm3z_a0cV3/s320/100_3463.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y80K_H_NlcJSE4EmxdBfNyTD025Wem4YtpkGxP5l7BdtGPifkTJYV69QF78oo48cC7NjLaqJElFN58EqVnNPdMJUZj7UPMDrcA89Nb_QF-sAWhwA1xg4JWwhnadoI-azI1OGOFe62mCt/s1600-h/100_3529.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332214733725477698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y80K_H_NlcJSE4EmxdBfNyTD025Wem4YtpkGxP5l7BdtGPifkTJYV69QF78oo48cC7NjLaqJElFN58EqVnNPdMJUZj7UPMDrcA89Nb_QF-sAWhwA1xg4JWwhnadoI-azI1OGOFe62mCt/s320/100_3529.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />My absolute favorite things about this little boy are his Huge eyes and Brilliant smile. When he laughs or smiles the sun shines out of those eyes and that smile fills his whole face with light. And then you add his funny vampire teeth, he calls them Dinosaur teeth to it and you just have to laugh and you want to cry because there isn't anything in the world better at that perfect moment... unfortunately when I am trying to discipline him it works against me every time, I sure hope it will be a long, long time before he figures that out and starts to flash that smile to get his way, so far it is pure innocence and guilelessness. Isaac means "He laughs," James was totally inspired when he picked that name!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYspD-ktOeYeeWwKHPaOErjSl0Q5GjLHtWH3DmVL3tN1FOY54VznJKQRgQxNR5e7ZExcahDfD2QD_dGpOS9I_MbDqIGcMHAEb7tVBE1iiW9t8W6wgTwNXpI3M_gZT_5u9YK5cSDt_TNaP/s1600-h/worried+look.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331969159336813474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYspD-ktOeYeeWwKHPaOErjSl0Q5GjLHtWH3DmVL3tN1FOY54VznJKQRgQxNR5e7ZExcahDfD2QD_dGpOS9I_MbDqIGcMHAEb7tVBE1iiW9t8W6wgTwNXpI3M_gZT_5u9YK5cSDt_TNaP/s320/worried+look.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">I<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">saac</span> often has this look on his face! I wish I knew what he was thinking!<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82DuyaKoAjD02sJE1jT6CJOdz61W7MZo44bPfHIc_jtlDuSZ3PkZyLtSGPjMcTxoKvkcAlOErz3M3R1GG5ddXLWHFcxT_KwM_C7onFuGWricF0Q34qUgJGrRYwhO2SLGpFyJjp0ZrSnnj/s1600-h/100_3508.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332214727730609458" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82DuyaKoAjD02sJE1jT6CJOdz61W7MZo44bPfHIc_jtlDuSZ3PkZyLtSGPjMcTxoKvkcAlOErz3M3R1GG5ddXLWHFcxT_KwM_C7onFuGWricF0Q34qUgJGrRYwhO2SLGpFyJjp0ZrSnnj/s320/100_3508.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">Have you ever seen Batman look so good?</span><br /><br /><br />Isaac has always been the quiet child, he talks very softly if he talks at all. He is just as happy going off on his own to play as he is to be playing with his dad or brother, and often seems to prefer being alone. He only recently, really, has begun voicing his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">opinions</span> about anything... like which superhero he will play. Before he would always play what his brother said he should, but about a month before his birthday he started to say, "No, I'm Ben Ten." And this month he has added <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Scooby</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">doo</span> and Batman to that list of superheros. He also started voicing his opinion about whether he wants Ranch or Ketchup to dip his food in, what cup he wants to drink out of and what park he wants to go play at. It is so nice to be able to start seeing more clearly how his brain works and what he likes and dislikes, since for the last 3years I have been guessing and totally mystified when it came to just about everything dealing with this boy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjL4iFKq5nEYx4wJgvsWNqqvCten4ADevwrmD6bsk_YhJghozeIbqYrDCoCZeEcUjKGiNcLOXmHdVJvJHJjgvIYFEuTlaPCrFGatq4obU1KzAU-o6Gd9N6hwopbpzGxEQhA1zRT_G7tZK/s1600-h/first+steps.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331966114242489410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjL4iFKq5nEYx4wJgvsWNqqvCten4ADevwrmD6bsk_YhJghozeIbqYrDCoCZeEcUjKGiNcLOXmHdVJvJHJjgvIYFEuTlaPCrFGatq4obU1KzAU-o6Gd9N6hwopbpzGxEQhA1zRT_G7tZK/s320/first+steps.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">This was Isaac's first walk! Those little legs are so adorable.<br /></span><br />There were always some things though that were never a mystery. He hated breast milk from the start. He has always loved Chocolate Milk. He has always disliked food, although that is finally, slowly starting to change (I can finally get him to eat a peanut butter sandwich! Hurrah) He hates waking up in the morning, especially if the lights in the house are on. He loves his daddy, Eden, Jeremiah and me. And of course his first and greatest love is his Grandma <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Bryson</span>. He was so thrilled that she was able to come and spend his birthday with him this year, and every day he tells me that he misses her and loves her. She was the first person that he smiled for as a baby and I think she was the first he laughed for too. No matter how long he goes between seeing her, no one has ever taken that spot in his heart that is reserved for her.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxpPQQ58ZI8S7q0lZ_N4GLzm4LwjIW60AaMKL9vzGQkT5gJKfZvavEiupgxDf8HjPPs2ee96km-E97D_pd14hnKpUyzVX4RoNs5sznoes1s6WrWtpIxSsGdJDAQFFScSRbDyPlleOURAZ/s1600-h/P4030013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965503871442146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxpPQQ58ZI8S7q0lZ_N4GLzm4LwjIW60AaMKL9vzGQkT5gJKfZvavEiupgxDf8HjPPs2ee96km-E97D_pd14hnKpUyzVX4RoNs5sznoes1s6WrWtpIxSsGdJDAQFFScSRbDyPlleOURAZ/s320/P4030013.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">We gave him <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Humongousaur</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Swampfire</span> for his birthday in honor of his love for Ben Ten (see the birthday cake above...)</span><br /><br />Isaac is the one in our family who really thinks about what he wants, at the toy store he might change his mind 2 or 3 times making sure that what he gets is what he really wants, then he will actually be committed to that toy for months and even years. I haven't yet figured out exactly how he chooses his toys, he likes cars and firetrucks, dinosaurs and animals, trains and superheros, but not consistently. It's more like he chooses a toy based on quality of material and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">craftsmanship</span> rather then category or type. He will pass over one firetruck and love another when to me there is very little difference. I have a feeling that these are really good qualities that will be beneficial to him in the future. He really thinks things through and rarely ever ends up regretting his choices.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV90ZL36CvMypS7qbu_yqVA-miQzBw8mSzrZ8z7dxunDrZCS5k1r85JVVTrR6uoRlZzSnEorTkkgMSbG-3XsSVG12lbmIKkw723HtD5seJzdgPbVpKiE4fYp_ZLDCouxF9p7uvJ49tRmSR/s1600-h/100_3487.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332214724814562050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV90ZL36CvMypS7qbu_yqVA-miQzBw8mSzrZ8z7dxunDrZCS5k1r85JVVTrR6uoRlZzSnEorTkkgMSbG-3XsSVG12lbmIKkw723HtD5seJzdgPbVpKiE4fYp_ZLDCouxF9p7uvJ49tRmSR/s320/100_3487.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Isaac is also the protector in our family. Last November when we went to take pictures at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">JCPenneys</span>, as we were waiting in the lounge, another boy walked up and pushed Jeremiah, totally unprovoked, I was shocked but didn't know how to react, the boy's mother wasn't paying attention, and I think only James and I saw what happened. Well, Isaac didn't have any reservations, he instantly came from the other side of the room, arm pulled back, fist ready and hit that boy with a real solid punch, saying, "Don't push Jeremiah!" Of course James grabbed Isaac, thanked him for having his brother's back and tried to impress upon him that we don't punch or fight other kids. Then of course James turned to me, when Isaac was off playing again, and told me how proud he was of Isaac for doing what he did, protecting his brother like that. A couple of days ago at a playground I found Isaac protecting Eden from another baby. The little girl was maybe 3 or 4 months older then Eden and was kind of crowding her, trying to play, but being pushy. Isaac saw Eden get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">irritated</span> so he rushed over and placed himself between the baby and Eden, with his arms out like a wall around Eden and his back to the girl. But Eden wanted to play and the little girl kept following her, so Isaac just kept rushing over and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">positioning</span> himself protectively between them. Again I was very proud of him for looking out for one of his siblings. We just hope that he wont get into a lot of fights in school and get expelled and get broken noses and things like that. Hopefully we will be able to help him find a happy medium between protecting and fighting.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmOnU4hZX09wO7DLejal9hD531JXH68uDZbyi7F3Bzz3EZN3Y3WOOAPnO-89r94TxG9nlbYLDTxoUNQO3dg5apG8BCmmWM3Z-QXLykMP5Za1HSebxYKwhNSh5od6adbftBzUiYOcPxn0x/s1600-h/Isaac's+blessing.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331966119476107682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmOnU4hZX09wO7DLejal9hD531JXH68uDZbyi7F3Bzz3EZN3Y3WOOAPnO-89r94TxG9nlbYLDTxoUNQO3dg5apG8BCmmWM3Z-QXLykMP5Za1HSebxYKwhNSh5od6adbftBzUiYOcPxn0x/s320/Isaac's+blessing.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">This was Isaac's Blessing day.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9JAGN9Pj83K9k55Np9yi5IUNP6-_MFqFnYUnD_R5UF0apCHSiIxzlDlxiPNfx5kg4KTN69IYf6Ouu8ZVWTuAKRDCXKFxnaeXYZ_nYvWG0Gg19gVMR_YH2n9ZPCeRD36kXRjHoGgprXvn/s1600-h/1st+haircut.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331966111794112738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9JAGN9Pj83K9k55Np9yi5IUNP6-_MFqFnYUnD_R5UF0apCHSiIxzlDlxiPNfx5kg4KTN69IYf6Ouu8ZVWTuAKRDCXKFxnaeXYZ_nYvWG0Gg19gVMR_YH2n9ZPCeRD36kXRjHoGgprXvn/s320/1st+haircut.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">This was Isaac's first hair cut!</span><br /><br />Now, Isaac is looking forward to starting preschool next fall. He loves learning, and I think it will be a very good experience for him. He also has started potty training too, and so far we have had a lot of success, I think we are on day 3 now.<br /><br />I love you, My Isaac! I am so grateful Heavenly Father sent you to be with us! Happy Birthday!Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-55260047261510201162009-02-28T01:17:00.001-06:002009-02-28T01:25:11.320-06:00Jeremiah's new glasses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqdOn4ardKhfk62UR3QVKYheGq5HTD92Nq1uZMbaJrnKXYvs00i8H-pRlRhZgbrONymglSD4Lki4zqPO6aO7cbL3Vodbxx6rSIzRTC7blYQrbNlFzLxxOwlcT6CByTaUqmgbEGvofl1dx/s1600-h/img_0021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307744253291528114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqdOn4ardKhfk62UR3QVKYheGq5HTD92Nq1uZMbaJrnKXYvs00i8H-pRlRhZgbrONymglSD4Lki4zqPO6aO7cbL3Vodbxx6rSIzRTC7blYQrbNlFzLxxOwlcT6CByTaUqmgbEGvofl1dx/s320/img_0021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In December, Jeremiah, who is 4 1/2, had an assessment for a preschool program, during which he was given a simple eye exam.... which he failed with flying colors. So we made an appointment with an eye doctor to get a more detailed exam and a prescription if necessary. Sure enough, it was necessary. Jeremiah, just like his mommy who got her first pair of glasses at 5 years of age, has an astigmatism. Unlike his mommy though, Jeremiah looks Awesome in his glasses which he picked out himself to look like his daddy's. He is pretty happy to have his glasses, he thinks he looks great, and better yet, he really enjoys not being blind.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6zCXegkSB3v4Ive34pXQLWyFFsQpdvKagVQk-gGUolRxmCaknUs7lX6zX-LDwtfD-Thyn10spFM01sMRwu-MoKVuBY6B_ptIH7g-cZvWtn6gHJPi1Osw9TRt8PIYenwxA47Gz2rBET-R/s1600-h/img_0019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307744246501838882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6zCXegkSB3v4Ive34pXQLWyFFsQpdvKagVQk-gGUolRxmCaknUs7lX6zX-LDwtfD-Thyn10spFM01sMRwu-MoKVuBY6B_ptIH7g-cZvWtn6gHJPi1Osw9TRt8PIYenwxA47Gz2rBET-R/s320/img_0019.jpg" border="0" /></a>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-480538199921738882009-02-28T00:53:00.000-06:002009-02-28T01:16:42.945-06:00Mischief<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UfLoW3TKlmygk1exB5Gik0wkdVOSrwqA-2K_2Oh0ABG1SCxrg3eMbH1Oj8cMvNkXMCHNdST7-roqb6X_oF6viD4cnklumrzn4bUP3ij5XVm0bUpWctXg4fMJeubdonEQaLoX_gG7cXGT/s1600-h/img_0031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307740039688946306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UfLoW3TKlmygk1exB5Gik0wkdVOSrwqA-2K_2Oh0ABG1SCxrg3eMbH1Oj8cMvNkXMCHNdST7-roqb6X_oF6viD4cnklumrzn4bUP3ij5XVm0bUpWctXg4fMJeubdonEQaLoX_gG7cXGT/s320/img_0031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The other day, after lunch, I had taken the juice cups from the table and put them on the counter next to the sink in preparation for washing the dishes. For one reason or another I had had to leave the room, and when I came back, this is what I found. Eden, who is now 13 months old, had discovered that if she opened the bottom drawer she could use it as a stool and reach the coveted juice cups! Unfortunately, that drawer is broken off its rollers now, so I am going to have to call maintenance to come put it right again.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ecE30PZY50tqA7Vr2NZnR57jgipOeZ3s8PAA4jXGbuELThV8nv6jm0JNUku51jxtRU3PyHglwEK9Ua3JpJ3Wc_5HON5lg8D0T2qagauJMseUlXs_wDK0UvGLlnWMzreJb8tJcDD5EP8W/s1600-h/img_0026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307740040889248354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ecE30PZY50tqA7Vr2NZnR57jgipOeZ3s8PAA4jXGbuELThV8nv6jm0JNUku51jxtRU3PyHglwEK9Ua3JpJ3Wc_5HON5lg8D0T2qagauJMseUlXs_wDK0UvGLlnWMzreJb8tJcDD5EP8W/s320/img_0026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We went to the Kohl's Children's Museum in Glenview, Illinois, last Saturday. It is a wonderful interactive museum designed to teach kids about pretty much everything in their world. This picture is from the child care exhibit. Eden saw the "Babies" laying in their little bassinets and immediately claimed one to "Mother". She sat and rocked the baby for maybe 5 minutes, until her brothers got bored and wanted to see something else. Eden is a natural Mother-er, she loves to help her brothers get their shoes and coats on and off, or "help" give her brothers medicine or blow their noses, or change diapers (what she Thinks is help of course ISN'T). She is such a sweetheart.Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-31604583845981090022009-01-29T21:51:00.001-06:002009-01-29T23:45:25.254-06:00Happy Birthday Eden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZqAIFWv8YVm334HpVVTkZhAOuOYEsIygjHitKO579HDAYEkWE_FeDw_ALN1wog6RyEdo0zLfeQ0ONpteD9LzuEs1OQqQkUtsfAlm_gO_Rqtnhh2D-tqfUoPbNPGxguyrHIe1zShzpGeZ/s1600-h/100_3551.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296947805739909906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkZqAIFWv8YVm334HpVVTkZhAOuOYEsIygjHitKO579HDAYEkWE_FeDw_ALN1wog6RyEdo0zLfeQ0ONpteD9LzuEs1OQqQkUtsfAlm_gO_Rqtnhh2D-tqfUoPbNPGxguyrHIe1zShzpGeZ/s320/100_3551.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It is so amazing and wonderful how a Little Bundle Of Joy can suddenly become such a Big Little Bundle Of Joy! She was just born wasn't she? And now all of a sudden she has had a birthday! I find myself wondering sometimes where she went and where she is going?</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBY0D1tzDVvLR1QD8v3AOnjrNssI20MrBYT3p2ZbU8i79bSHcl8RksxZj1l6Pbn5dBXJ53xv8sxzvLPjG2o5Y5Pu38vCT1RLWFxlpuWxLhwRnwdXIAt59FhM5S5lbYCDdg1TweAyhpU-NT/s1600-h/DSC04359.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296947802595331010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBY0D1tzDVvLR1QD8v3AOnjrNssI20MrBYT3p2ZbU8i79bSHcl8RksxZj1l6Pbn5dBXJ53xv8sxzvLPjG2o5Y5Pu38vCT1RLWFxlpuWxLhwRnwdXIAt59FhM5S5lbYCDdg1TweAyhpU-NT/s320/DSC04359.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="color:#003333;">(This is Eden on her birthday 15 Jan 2008)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Eden Caroline Bangert, was born January 15, 2008. She weight a whopping 7 lbs and was 21 inches long. She was definitely my biggest baby, and the only one to actually have rolly-polly, dimply wrists, elbows and knees, hands and feet, and even cheeks that you just have to kiss and pinch all the time. She wasn't born with a lot of hair though and even 1 year later she only has some very fine wisps of hair too short and thin to even think about being able to do anything with... at least she has a very feminine face that leaves no room for wondering "is it a boy or a girl?"<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFMJbvlLsofvT5wzfN4t1O53PJFmvnr6HEA2yhOB0g9fAwyDgBMr1YyS-xq6CqWBUyR8WGTFDb5uuy-PPKkeQJ6nBCjTf1gN5BFfwQ8ulaN8SqG5TBos_Y4wBLScbLFchi1hKfhOnjIF9/s1600-h/100_3624.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296949580831891858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFMJbvlLsofvT5wzfN4t1O53PJFmvnr6HEA2yhOB0g9fAwyDgBMr1YyS-xq6CqWBUyR8WGTFDb5uuy-PPKkeQJ6nBCjTf1gN5BFfwQ8ulaN8SqG5TBos_Y4wBLScbLFchi1hKfhOnjIF9/s320/100_3624.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#003333;">(This is Eden on her birthday 15 Jan 2009)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Eden's birth was actually the most pleasant of the three we have been through. It was a scheduled C-section, the only complication was that my spine just wasn't designed for epidurals and it took what seemed like forever for the anesthesiologist to get it in. But once it was in... WOW, I was cold but euphoric! I actually told the surgical team and whoever else was in the room that I loved and appreciated them and how pleasant they and their work was, and that I was so grateful that they were there... who knows what else I must have said but I probably proposed to all of them my undying affections. And then in a blink of an eye, relatively speaking (Isaac took over 24 hours of labor and C-section) there was Eden! She was so beautiful! I would have known she was a girl just by looking at her lips and eyes and cheeks even if they hadn't already announced her. Her daddy looked so pleased and scared and tired and in love with me and our baby girl. And I was overwhelmed with love and gratitude.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwU50XODfp-xhfe9V5GaT3mzIHbPMLWXaxQv8NWk4vXRbCexvcdB5JmGcnejj13cZjcMoy-3a4AeR2gp5J-Z8XVgkwEH3o15iHaDpxApQSL-XBBJSB44WXt6QCLhyU7BRO6UbF8o7ZTgn/s1600-h/DSC04377.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296947807573354434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwU50XODfp-xhfe9V5GaT3mzIHbPMLWXaxQv8NWk4vXRbCexvcdB5JmGcnejj13cZjcMoy-3a4AeR2gp5J-Z8XVgkwEH3o15iHaDpxApQSL-XBBJSB44WXt6QCLhyU7BRO6UbF8o7ZTgn/s320/DSC04377.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Of course, as with all my kids and myself, she was jaundiced... she had to go spend a night in the pediatric ward under the billy lights. And for a month or 2 she had a tinkling heart murmur which my mom said sounded like a little bell. Happily she out grew both those conditions. Now she is a happy healthy little angel some days, and a happy healthy bully other days. She loves being sweet and flirty, and the little Princess in our house, but she likes equally well to start fights, push buttons, wrestle with Daddy and her big brothers, and run around screaming at the top of her lungs. We have actually seen her push and punch Isaac just to egg him on. And she loves to turn off the TV and run whenever anyone is watching it.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Wiq2tcKrKV3kpwO9qqjywHF0bu8ZCj9Nd_CO5CkYS67bDcfnGIK_WVx5JAJ4BLea1anhRdcUiGFDWQDCicrmufC1iIFRmYj47LJti_fA1ttx7M5lEbhYaYOxDnpIttQG1Tecjf8p4yje/s1600-h/100_3573.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296947812935281922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Wiq2tcKrKV3kpwO9qqjywHF0bu8ZCj9Nd_CO5CkYS67bDcfnGIK_WVx5JAJ4BLea1anhRdcUiGFDWQDCicrmufC1iIFRmYj47LJti_fA1ttx7M5lEbhYaYOxDnpIttQG1Tecjf8p4yje/s320/100_3573.jpg" border="0" /></a><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1cexU-dgZZ4eUZvwl9vSIJQOtyZdab_8GMuFNO51SxOWNwTNtVGIV1yM1h_z3niF06ucOeOe9fJGVl51rPQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="color:#003333;">(Here Eden is "Holding down the fort" with her brothers' pop-guns. She'd been walking for only 1 month at this point and did a great job with such awkward guns in her hands. She is showing one of her "tough" sides.)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Another thing she loves in FOOD! Yippee! I finally have a child who loves food. Of course now that she is a whole year old she is starting to express preferences, and generally if it is food she will eat it, and if it is food and you are not sharing it she will eat YOU alive!<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0ZjYSIg53VJNlAf8nbDx3Ca6uMIBmNPAJuYz5U_18zhlo4SKAfykqY9zQpr9uUDLMqWJW1vZLjgf-ZyTCahwSuZspz3q_6oioVUpBw0jVAOOiZ9dDkZNzVP5JA-_EUqFykjF6erUzTvQ/s1600-h/100_3625.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296949580874683362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0ZjYSIg53VJNlAf8nbDx3Ca6uMIBmNPAJuYz5U_18zhlo4SKAfykqY9zQpr9uUDLMqWJW1vZLjgf-ZyTCahwSuZspz3q_6oioVUpBw0jVAOOiZ9dDkZNzVP5JA-_EUqFykjF6erUzTvQ/s320/100_3625.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENXWSji5pUGfVcqyFSlD9a3ScOsxg1wEbXDR94XcKfZ-ueeUPXXAhxmAqd67bXDBFjRvFIJIUrZ2vIruoKAnJouaGGKtSm5mgY_MDEaGHGvWaUUNuFM8GmccCfaWTRh3lAo_eq-9XhDCg/s1600-h/100_3630.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296949587042005010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENXWSji5pUGfVcqyFSlD9a3ScOsxg1wEbXDR94XcKfZ-ueeUPXXAhxmAqd67bXDBFjRvFIJIUrZ2vIruoKAnJouaGGKtSm5mgY_MDEaGHGvWaUUNuFM8GmccCfaWTRh3lAo_eq-9XhDCg/s320/100_3630.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#003333;">(This was her birthday cake, yeah I know pretty cheep, but it had been a very busy day... and she loved it... that's what counts, right?)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">On her birthday she weighed in at 20 lbs and 30 inches. Her arms are long like her daddy's and eyes are big like his too, but blue like mine only better! I can't help but wonder how she will grow and develop and next year when she turns 2 who it will be that I describe. I am so grateful for my precious Baby Eden, the Bangert Princess, and my Little Peel. Our lives are definitely better for having her in them.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKkh5C-2BOHrzYuH-QNWczEGNzNL2KdhtqLWZpq3uD8uMRGRyhkbOG0I0Ptmiyp7BBhhZUmSpUbDviYN_msD4WCcghsNARrH9GhUG1HBCZJcQJY0Z3F7PfhcRKgXdQ2C4OZkskLRdvRdd/s1600-h/100_3615.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296947815519076434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYKkh5C-2BOHrzYuH-QNWczEGNzNL2KdhtqLWZpq3uD8uMRGRyhkbOG0I0Ptmiyp7BBhhZUmSpUbDviYN_msD4WCcghsNARrH9GhUG1HBCZJcQJY0Z3F7PfhcRKgXdQ2C4OZkskLRdvRdd/s320/100_3615.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#003333;">(This is Eden's first contact with snow! She actually started to like it after a few minutes, it sure was scary at first though.)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTZacyBKqLZCrAAIpi6j5_IoP4qgPTJZFts-VNKo4_tmwH4zZ27e_RZiThXk8ZQ1iELtbfSRQnsvVY-KlEbV4ksnrwN8bWouct8Cpkp28jgUsAlWXTsn4ZNwhsLLmVAvN-InCykhmK39b/s1600-h/100_3661.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296949592368687730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTZacyBKqLZCrAAIpi6j5_IoP4qgPTJZFts-VNKo4_tmwH4zZ27e_RZiThXk8ZQ1iELtbfSRQnsvVY-KlEbV4ksnrwN8bWouct8Cpkp28jgUsAlWXTsn4ZNwhsLLmVAvN-InCykhmK39b/s320/100_3661.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#003333;">(Eden is actually laughing in this picture... her evil "I am having a blast! Well done, Slave!" laugh. Imagine if she where angry...)</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="color:#333399;"></span></span>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-2844396536851793062008-12-19T22:21:00.000-06:002008-12-20T15:34:08.445-06:00100 things (I have or haven't done)I copied this from my sister Tovi's blog, I thought that it was a very fun thing to do, and I decided to highlight the things that I have done, I have done 55 of the 100. I also decided to add some other things on to the end which I have done that I think are just as cool. Try it yourself and see what you have done, I know that my friends Kriss A and Crystal would have amazing lists of their own (Crystal has lived in Antarctica for starters... how cool is that!), I bet everyone has a cool list of things that they have done.<br /><br /><strong>1. Started your own blog</strong><br /><strong>2. Slept under the stars</strong><br /><strong>3. Played in a band</strong><br /><strong>4. Visited Hawaii</strong><br /><strong>5. Watched a meteor shower</strong><br />6. Given more than you can afford to charity<br />7. Been to Disneyland<br /><strong>8. Climbed a mountain</strong><br /><strong>9. Held a praying mantis</strong><br /><strong>10. Sang a solo</strong><br />11. Bungee jumped<br />12. Visited Paris<br /><strong>13. Watched a lightning storm at sea</strong><br /><strong>14. Taught yourself an art from scratch</strong><br />15. Adopted a child<br /><strong>16. Had food poisoning</strong><br />17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty<br /><strong>18. Grown your own vegetables</strong><br />19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France<br />20. Slept on an overnight train<br /><strong>21. Had a pillow fight</strong><br /><strong>22. Hitch hiked</strong><br />23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill<br /><strong>24. Built a snow fort</strong><br /><strong>25. Held a lamb</strong><br /><strong>26. Gone skinny dipping</strong><br />27. Run a Marathon<br />28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice<br /><strong>29. Seen a total eclipse</strong><br /><strong>30. Watched a sunrise or sunset</strong><br />31. Hit a home run<br />32. Been on a cruise<br /><strong>33. Seen Niagara Falls in person</strong><br /><strong>34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors</strong><br /><strong>35. Seen an Amish community</strong><br />36. Taught yourself a new language<br />37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied<br />38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person<br /><strong>39. Gone rock climbing</strong><br />40. Seen Michelangelo’s David<br /><strong>41. Sung karaoke</strong><br /><strong>42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt</strong><br />43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant<br />44. Visited Africa <strong>(Do The Seychelles count? Or seeing Somalia and Egypt on radar and through helicopter camera feeds from mere miles away count?)</strong><br /><strong>45. Walked on a beach by moonlight</strong><br /><strong>46. Been transported in an ambulance</strong><br /><strong>47. Had your portrait painted</strong><br />48. Gone deep sea fishing<br />49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person<br />50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris<br /><strong>51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling</strong><br /><strong>52. Kissed in the rain</strong><br /><strong>53. Played in the mud</strong><br /><strong>54. Gone to a drive-in theater</strong><br />55. Been in a movie <strong>(my husband was an extra in Pearl Harbor... but I think his scenes got clipped...) </strong><br />56. Visited the Great Wall of China<br />57. Started a business<br />58. Taken a martial arts class<br />59. Visited Russia<br />60. Served at a soup kitchen<br />61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies<br />62. Gone whale watching <strong>(I saw whales on a radar but never got out on deck in time to see them with my own eyes...)</strong><br /><strong>63. Got flowers for no reason</strong><br />64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma<br />65. Gone sky diving<br />66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp<br /><strong>67. Bounced a check</strong><br />68. Flown in a helicopter <strong>(again my lucky husband got to do this one!)</strong><br /><strong>69. Saved a favorite childhood toy</strong><br /><strong>70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial</strong><br /><strong>71. Eaten Caviar</strong><br /><strong>72. Pieced a quilt</strong><br />73. Stood in Times Square<br />74. Toured the Everglades<br /><strong>75. Been fired from a job</strong><br /><strong>76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London</strong><br />77. Broken a bone<br />78. Been on a speeding motorcycle<br /><strong>79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person</strong><br />80. Published a book<br />81. Visited the Vatican<br /><strong>82. Bought a brand new car</strong><br />83. Walked in Jerusalem<br /><strong>84. Had your picture in the newspaper</strong><br /><strong>85. Read the entire Bible (not all straight through, but here a little there a little and eventually it ended up being the entire Bible)</strong><br />86. Visited the White House<br />87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating<strong> </strong><br /><strong>88. Had chickenpox</strong><br /><strong>89. Saved someone’s life</strong><br />90. Sat on a jury<br /><strong>91. Met someone famous</strong><br />92. Joined a book club<br /><strong>93. Lost a loved one</strong><br /><strong>94. Had a baby</strong><br /><strong>95. Seen the Alamo in person</strong><br /><strong>96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake</strong><br />97. Been involved in a law suit<br /><strong>98. Owned a cell phone</strong><br /><strong>99. Been stung by a bee</strong><br /><strong>100. Totally copied a post from someone else's blog to your own </strong><br />Now these to follow are a list of my own conjuring:<br /><strong>101. Kissed the Blarney Stone</strong><br /><strong>102. Seen a missile launch</strong><br /><strong>103. Snuck into a castle (remember in Cardiff Cami? tee hee)</strong><br /><strong>104. Received a college degree (which I don't use)</strong><br /><strong>105. Been lost in London</strong><br /><strong>106. Been held for questioning by police in Singapore</strong><br /><strong>107. Been hit by a car </strong><br /><strong>108. Been on the road to Hana (very beautiful) </strong><br /><strong>109. Seen a purple cow (true story)</strong><br /><strong>110. Driven past a rainbow (again true story)</strong><br /><strong>111. Eaten snail (tastes like chicken)</strong><br /><strong>112. Seen Loche Ness (but not Nessy... unfortunately)</strong><br /><strong>113. Been cliff diving</strong><br /><strong>114. Climbed the Stairway to Heaven</strong><br /><strong>115. Swam in the middle of the Pacific Ocean</strong><br /><strong>116. Been stung by jelly fish</strong><br /><strong>117. Rebuilt a school in a wartorn country</strong><br /><strong>118. Come in dead last in a race</strong><br /><strong>119. Been through Boot Camp</strong><br /><strong>120. Got a gold tooth </strong><br /><strong>121. Found a four leaf clover</strong><br /><strong>122. Gone swimming in the rain</strong><br /><strong>123. Hiked in a rain forest</strong><br /><strong>124. Been vaccinated for smallpox</strong><br /><strong>125. Fed a giraffe</strong><br /><br />I will probably think of others while lying awake tonight...<br />Tovi could have listed seening the "No Fire Zone" in Korea, and being in Mongolia which I think are also pretty cool. My mom has been to all 50 states which I also think is pretty cool.Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-15047326736848128052008-12-03T20:54:00.000-06:002008-12-03T23:00:03.790-06:00Updating this blog at long lastSo, if anyone was wondering if we dropped off the face of the planet, sorry to disappoint... we were just being lazy and distracted.<br /><br />Here is what will hopefully not be too long of an update... James came home from deployment in September. We were all very happy to have him home. Eden didn't take very long to get used to him, and soon they were both in Love with each other, just like Daddy and Princess ought to be. We had counted 144 days from when he left to when he returned by making a paper chain which we had hanging in the living room of our little apartment:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1x7ssB_c9858bg9tLNgW33tdqRueg9HChIg4rWZ2Oi9Zv1JTJekpDVFeLTVMJl2YYaRYyoV4oLgBc3sOtrUmdQ3hPdToofS12zJUiuXGEQm_7AgwCcsclcCeT5iVrv-Zc6zC-atn2QLs/s1600-h/100_3490.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275767857439508610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1x7ssB_c9858bg9tLNgW33tdqRueg9HChIg4rWZ2Oi9Zv1JTJekpDVFeLTVMJl2YYaRYyoV4oLgBc3sOtrUmdQ3hPdToofS12zJUiuXGEQm_7AgwCcsclcCeT5iVrv-Zc6zC-atn2QLs/s320/100_3490.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcE3Cx5PKPqLDB7ajl0U2NXVT65lbEW6Rqqr_Gpnfcw-EQh_JdVzLGc6EgOAw_JGr3kffj4PUkvi5IjwXKby-LiMzrss93OEneiBe3iNog_bRyGImAp1MqgcMrnG0Z9swDH5iYyT8cvKM/s1600-h/100_3492.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275768034317997330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcE3Cx5PKPqLDB7ajl0U2NXVT65lbEW6Rqqr_Gpnfcw-EQh_JdVzLGc6EgOAw_JGr3kffj4PUkvi5IjwXKby-LiMzrss93OEneiBe3iNog_bRyGImAp1MqgcMrnG0Z9swDH5iYyT8cvKM/s320/100_3492.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMs0iF6EZenGtVmVycCEb5i2NBIh2TBFcYYfkws6yFS8rBk-MKM3zeDS7DxzOgGXcyZ3yfwsq0Dll3fnYfoQMEGcuhIOg5Fl5UMgnoYk6lnzejtJCwIexsCk_9HxT8NYv_fOngEDh7962X/s1600-h/100_3494.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275768222188501138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMs0iF6EZenGtVmVycCEb5i2NBIh2TBFcYYfkws6yFS8rBk-MKM3zeDS7DxzOgGXcyZ3yfwsq0Dll3fnYfoQMEGcuhIOg5Fl5UMgnoYk6lnzejtJCwIexsCk_9HxT8NYv_fOngEDh7962X/s320/100_3494.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In October we moved (7th time in 5 years) to Great Lakes Illlinois. We drove from Logan with our two vehicles and Grandma's wonderful company. We had planned on going to Adam-ondi-ahman, Nauvoo and Carthage on our road trip... but providentially one of our cars broke down in Maryville MO. It could have been a disaster, and we are gratefull the Lord blessed us to breakdown where and how we did, we ended up staying there an extra night waiting for parts and postponed our church history tour for another time, opting instead to take a more direct route to Chicago. In all we spent 4 nights on the road. The kids were wonderful throughout the whole trip, and I attribute that to Grandma's ministrations and to their own wonderful spirits.<br /><br />Here are some pictures of us playing dress up with our old pirate costumes, a couple of days before Halloween. Eden looks beautiful with long hair... I can't wait 'til she actually has some!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwG6Bb8j0-Dt460IS23WMExsOf2IvKmSSOSK6MaDkAxziFdwFMmZogCHCNwqYKMDGYMcA7kc_qZUba2kUe8a2v19eFHAj2pwNbSSSvimyJ_5q73WwWLENJYqYSKcnzuvYaP4y8Bv3SUs-/s1600-h/100_3497.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275771402500795346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwG6Bb8j0-Dt460IS23WMExsOf2IvKmSSOSK6MaDkAxziFdwFMmZogCHCNwqYKMDGYMcA7kc_qZUba2kUe8a2v19eFHAj2pwNbSSSvimyJ_5q73WwWLENJYqYSKcnzuvYaP4y8Bv3SUs-/s320/100_3497.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqHp-Oew3pvC1jaqJXItMq5GjozzhfR8C5bPcdmaKO0Pe3Znq6C_j3gNo8BVEyp343jJTsA6fPpHs09TVniYqZ08QKCAUUwreMnhXM_uK_5Syns5iImoftiAJJkE-48N2Ah3m_Sj4M1GZ/s1600-h/100_3498.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275771413036172098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqHp-Oew3pvC1jaqJXItMq5GjozzhfR8C5bPcdmaKO0Pe3Znq6C_j3gNo8BVEyp343jJTsA6fPpHs09TVniYqZ08QKCAUUwreMnhXM_uK_5Syns5iImoftiAJJkE-48N2Ah3m_Sj4M1GZ/s320/100_3498.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6i6JPeitgadp0KQNHOLj8HSz9D-aBw5Huz7XTBQjLvuC9srA0Guy5n1zl1xgZvLY0c8k8hhmbfuVBl0kOc7tsK5jZ8enPphmDH36Z3MIV3XmDWpikxmiAp8cJiFH-KxSWNQUywYV-xCel/s1600-h/100_3499.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275771418191937314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6i6JPeitgadp0KQNHOLj8HSz9D-aBw5Huz7XTBQjLvuC9srA0Guy5n1zl1xgZvLY0c8k8hhmbfuVBl0kOc7tsK5jZ8enPphmDH36Z3MIV3XmDWpikxmiAp8cJiFH-KxSWNQUywYV-xCel/s320/100_3499.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRORhdqNYTAo4JpW7TFcu6tYfP44BHuiilMzxroiLshoLKRRyUPCV0QzWFOhg9U_sdF1drhF7vSesKlSWnSAnaI9tnZ4Qkh1f8AN2FleLQHqYHKpNFDPGjieKtyFEuEXZBt9PJeVGTB1aT/s1600-h/100_3500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275771429261034610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRORhdqNYTAo4JpW7TFcu6tYfP44BHuiilMzxroiLshoLKRRyUPCV0QzWFOhg9U_sdF1drhF7vSesKlSWnSAnaI9tnZ4Qkh1f8AN2FleLQHqYHKpNFDPGjieKtyFEuEXZBt9PJeVGTB1aT/s320/100_3500.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Next came Halloween itself...<br /><br />Isaac was Batman, very intimidating...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIaWiy1bFP2EJC9reffnU9VtrhWa8SnxykyhabgdUmylkcTawRT80mSeUx2Am1FBK2F8sdZSRSvfgoxuQsmUUBt1KKQr_ZqYPkTVnXBg_txfvTZxBmetsJpaM5hSN2MB9vB5mY3aLJt8QE/s1600-h/100_3508.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275776163914680658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIaWiy1bFP2EJC9reffnU9VtrhWa8SnxykyhabgdUmylkcTawRT80mSeUx2Am1FBK2F8sdZSRSvfgoxuQsmUUBt1KKQr_ZqYPkTVnXBg_txfvTZxBmetsJpaM5hSN2MB9vB5mY3aLJt8QE/s320/100_3508.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Jeremiah was Black Spiderman, he is shooting you with his web...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFgF2aFhDOAlf1JTXq77H1h_feza_gTjUqmIuaabbTM-uAQe7PSL7r_iGd4h-M_CwzP4tnBk84tDgHSawv6CjhAsLUJOPhblASFgdCbDp82XAOCcjJM02gW12udoNNsINSUeIXwtc6Mm0/s1600-h/100_3509.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275777240375399970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzFgF2aFhDOAlf1JTXq77H1h_feza_gTjUqmIuaabbTM-uAQe7PSL7r_iGd4h-M_CwzP4tnBk84tDgHSawv6CjhAsLUJOPhblASFgdCbDp82XAOCcjJM02gW12udoNNsINSUeIXwtc6Mm0/s320/100_3509.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Eden was a pink bunny (and of course, in her mouth is her favorite toy the legs from Zoomorph animals)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lJ-7zoMMBEMYN92P6R6eCRzUthUIZOnTelTkXzJSDa8aKsu5lXfdXbDYVn9LzYF1nNKHeOFsNp-zDrQpxcpD0V_QXp_L1mT1YokaS4WnNjhYSWYGZMsDzpVhilWp0aalybv9XIEYyNiW/s1600-h/100_3517.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275778592741208594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lJ-7zoMMBEMYN92P6R6eCRzUthUIZOnTelTkXzJSDa8aKsu5lXfdXbDYVn9LzYF1nNKHeOFsNp-zDrQpxcpD0V_QXp_L1mT1YokaS4WnNjhYSWYGZMsDzpVhilWp0aalybv9XIEYyNiW/s320/100_3517.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCyGoG6gmrICTdoSG_ICbbLEC5Vfd9_OVO5mkT-c1EzriYyrUGopyvS2hLzcHoCFoWKYsY-6Iom5T4tlPXfqRTIYKZWK0XMFXlRYJ7XN7rcb2dmNwSVs9U-fGAnecnYzWEkoYB0zgxaCmR/s1600-h/100_3511.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275778583051976930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCyGoG6gmrICTdoSG_ICbbLEC5Vfd9_OVO5mkT-c1EzriYyrUGopyvS2hLzcHoCFoWKYsY-6Iom5T4tlPXfqRTIYKZWK0XMFXlRYJ7XN7rcb2dmNwSVs9U-fGAnecnYzWEkoYB0zgxaCmR/s320/100_3511.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Since babies are so adorable and Eden is no exception, here are a couple more cute pictures of her that her daddy took.<br /><br />This one, she is in a jacket and hat that were mine when I was a baby.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyOHHTADH-pvg4fH8hTpdDCs74DLHZ3zqt_hHuJVwpBnQPoDzEK9N-_ly1usnEZwDLDdgQ6L8D7Xcnw-elQ5OkM7O1DxTMeUUJ6DtQJGBkzHTDdfEJuE3C0TfgVf6AmASuDuYxwuxxJWb/s1600-h/100_3527.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275783029933264274" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyOHHTADH-pvg4fH8hTpdDCs74DLHZ3zqt_hHuJVwpBnQPoDzEK9N-_ly1usnEZwDLDdgQ6L8D7Xcnw-elQ5OkM7O1DxTMeUUJ6DtQJGBkzHTDdfEJuE3C0TfgVf6AmASuDuYxwuxxJWb/s320/100_3527.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And here Eden is blowing a kiss to her daddy, in a dress she got from Aunt Tovi (Thank you Tovi, it is so beautiful).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzUCjiKPwZrSfNumLPeJ2BipfrOCBGpDugHpPSN3XDqLSYO6m9p-d4Np7jkxREQ7CT1zOSmb59WkGnxuoRCzMtQi2R5RuoSPTOlErIzW2x0xUItVXXRO34UsyFWdNxLeQd-rC3K_YEuCu/s1600-h/100_3551.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275783560840703714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzUCjiKPwZrSfNumLPeJ2BipfrOCBGpDugHpPSN3XDqLSYO6m9p-d4Np7jkxREQ7CT1zOSmb59WkGnxuoRCzMtQi2R5RuoSPTOlErIzW2x0xUItVXXRO34UsyFWdNxLeQd-rC3K_YEuCu/s320/100_3551.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here is Isaac with his Super powered smile!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEIcsfR6ZkmhhdaWh66HXFRU5SN633e4ujvM9fq-LJu3_8Au5J2EOGR0eEhgsYMwHsrEsxqLtMFB1cN1OGu305QpyppEoyR8vYN0agMiZoYwj1eFijR_Vp6e0wpVvLDqZIjLirQ_nlDHt/s1600-h/100_3529.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275792235136745522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEIcsfR6ZkmhhdaWh66HXFRU5SN633e4ujvM9fq-LJu3_8Au5J2EOGR0eEhgsYMwHsrEsxqLtMFB1cN1OGu305QpyppEoyR8vYN0agMiZoYwj1eFijR_Vp6e0wpVvLDqZIjLirQ_nlDHt/s320/100_3529.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And Jeremiah with his pet black panther<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1SNpGm7ynXnmFlOMpeIJ6uLPtqNH-7ANrljDbhVelrOKIeWP3RwILVSMHbfCq4HlVXU69AiRvSb_yxQKRFcA0M97_tzlRk8OwY8KoU5hl_lNFcDLB1Bn13nltSo4OC9jqMqOdzMhyphenhyphen3_5/s1600-h/100_3562.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275792574538953026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1SNpGm7ynXnmFlOMpeIJ6uLPtqNH-7ANrljDbhVelrOKIeWP3RwILVSMHbfCq4HlVXU69AiRvSb_yxQKRFcA0M97_tzlRk8OwY8KoU5hl_lNFcDLB1Bn13nltSo4OC9jqMqOdzMhyphenhyphen3_5/s320/100_3562.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And here Grandma is a video of Eden and her new found talent of walking, with the bucket hat that she likes to wear and the inevitable Zoomorph legs in her hands. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_DvMn-9SMjiDkDb9lbD4p53rha0_E1-UJTBh2sb691ZoY-9gq9x3Xjkz8WjJpCLRZxKdIH8nuXr8_vresTe3Oh-uchfr6oZ-6Fhnco71pzApd2pTookHArQ4GIsqo9Kjv5wUnrDc6g1J/s1600-h/100_3490.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy5Rwh5GU_XtEuT0p9kzBYuOci130Q_eYiOOWFDEoM3d1OQokjqAUYHHjszkIw6KyQDi6A-x2Nh3bf9j1yAQg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-64006106359155048792008-09-20T12:18:00.000-05:002008-09-20T12:29:29.244-05:00The Revolution: A ManifestoSo as you can see by the little picture of Ron Paul for President that I have attached to my blog, I have been converted to the Ron Paul cause. Now before you Pooh pooh this fact I would strongly and highly recommend anyone and everyone to go ahead and google Dr. Ron Paul and do a little research into the doctrines of government which he espouses. I believe that for anyone who is a student of the Book Of Mormon Another Testiment Of Jesus Christ you will be able to see many parallels between the doctrines of government espoused my Dr. Ron Paul and those of King Mosiah, who I believe to be one of the great politicians of all time. But most importantly I believe that if you are an American Citizen and believe in and personally uphold the Constitution of the United States you should not, in all honesty, go into this upcoming election with out investigation Dr. Ron Paul.<br /><br />With this in mind go to a local library or book store and check out the book The Revolution: A Manifesto by Dr. Ron Paul. It is a very short book, which is very clearly and well written, and even if it doesn't change who you intend to vote for at least it may open your mind to important issues which ought not to be ignored or passed over in conversations if our country is going to avoid the fate of the Nephite Nation, the Roman Empire and so many other great and now extinct governments.Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-39290175886244404262008-09-06T15:26:00.001-05:002008-09-06T16:07:57.124-05:00Moving AGAINSo, although his ship is going to stay on deployment until around Christmas, James has received his orders and will be coming home at the end of September. How excited we are to be reunited with him!!!! On October 13th we will be embarking on our 7th move in 5 years, going from Logan Utah to the Naval Training Center at Great Lakes Illinois. Although we are not looking forward to a Chicago winter we are looking forward to the adventure that is always entaled in a move and change of this type. It will be a challenge, but we are expectant and hopeful. We will hopefully be able to stay put for 3 years, as James will be a division commander at the Navy's Boot Camp. <br /><br />So although we are sad to leave the beautiful and close-to-family Cache Valley (there really isn't anywhere on earth quite like this place... although I detest the sidewalks and traffic lights here) we are glad to be moving so soon. And we would like to extend our invitation to our friends and family...<br />If you ever find yourselves out near Chicago, our latch string is always up for you, and we love nothing better then friendly reunions... so come visit and stay as long as you like.<br /><br />As soon as we get an address we will post it here, but our phone numbers will not be changing.Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-26326838508518622352008-09-06T14:53:00.000-05:002008-09-06T15:20:54.857-05:00Daddy's Reenlistment, Sept 3 2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTntcXEuj2K7IY5LltCQlCZZmzwe4LFQfh85JfR-QZHF2FqoIZvTWDf_b_fp4BIO38ZnD6CbQjMEvP1U3cu0X2nIwiyHMBQGd7wpUHQ93ntJbOooncsxP4Xzbozmiu1vhc5WfiZOs-pNRd/s1600-h/IMG_1010%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242999606792557650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTntcXEuj2K7IY5LltCQlCZZmzwe4LFQfh85JfR-QZHF2FqoIZvTWDf_b_fp4BIO38ZnD6CbQjMEvP1U3cu0X2nIwiyHMBQGd7wpUHQ93ntJbOooncsxP4Xzbozmiu1vhc5WfiZOs-pNRd/s320/IMG_1010%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgjDziGGPvvsK_q91yv9Bk-0zNG6yK__oiEViWDoXxnAL5XnrO6JjKHQ1DzEWHlcG31LMd-ZBz8OdaEFoxGtlwFqLM_CS8YwwGT7yTT_A4CV9-NNwDtEpIVFnR3VQEorhKHUwjQRrTOUh/s1600-h/IMG_1024%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242999610767306098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgjDziGGPvvsK_q91yv9Bk-0zNG6yK__oiEViWDoXxnAL5XnrO6JjKHQ1DzEWHlcG31LMd-ZBz8OdaEFoxGtlwFqLM_CS8YwwGT7yTT_A4CV9-NNwDtEpIVFnR3VQEorhKHUwjQRrTOUh/s320/IMG_1024%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>When James first joined the Navy he was straight out of High School. He dreamed of becoming a Navy Seal, but the Lord had other things in store for him, such as going straight to the fleet and meeting an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LDS</span> family in Australia and subsequently learning about and joining the Church of Jesus Christ Of Latter-day Saints... and of course meeting me.</p><p></p><p>When his obligated service to the Navy was over in 2001, he opted to get out in order to serve a full time mission for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LDS</span> church, wherein he was sent to the wonderful country of Japan to learn the language and share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with our brothers and sisters there. Two weeks after getting home from that mission he and I were married in the Salt Lake Temple, and so began our family. James always insisted that he did not want to return to military service... but sometimes the Lord has other plans for us then we have for our selves, and after lots of prayer and fasting, we finally came to the conclusion that He did indeed need James to go back into the Navy, for reasons yet unknown to us. And so in January 2005 James enlisted in the US Navy for his second time, this time with a wife, a son, and another one on the way. </p><p></p><p>When it became obvious that the time to either get out of the Navy again or reenlist was upon us, James and I did a lot of soul searching, pondering, talking, and of course Praying. We weighed the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pro's</span> and con's... my list had a lot more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pro's</span> then James list had, but I wasn't the one who would be doing the work, which in my mind made his list weightier... Ultimately we decided that nothing we could do or think made any difference if it wasn't what and where the Lord wanted us. So during a trip to the Temple, the Logan Temple this time... we both went in to the session in the Spirit of Humble Prayer and Supplication, and as a result, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">independantly</span> of one another, we left the Temple that day with the clear understanding that the Lord wanted James to reenlist. He again did not reveal to us His reasons, but Hey, He doesn't have to, although we Must exercise Faith in Him continually. </p><p></p><p>And so on September 3 2008, on board the USS Halsey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">DDG</span> 97, James Lawrence <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Bangert</span> reenlisted in US Navy as an act of Faith in his Lord and Redeemer Jesus Christ. As his best friend, wife and companion I have absolute, unwavering, faith in this decision, in fact I have a testimony that the Holy Ghost has directed this decision, I felt it and I know it... I am not unquestioning... certainly I have plenty of questions... but I know that this is where we are needed. And we know He will not lead us astray.</p><p></p><p>We will go and do as the Lord has commanded for we know that Lord <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">giveth</span> no commands unto His children except he prepare a way.</p><p>Choose ye this day whom ye will serve... but as for us and our house we will serve the Lord.</p><p>We will go where you want us to go dear Lord, we will do what you want us to do.</p><p></p><p></p>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-68649837743207985032008-07-18T15:30:00.000-05:002008-07-18T15:41:21.695-05:00Memory Game<blockquote></blockquote><p>I saw this on my sister Tovi's blog and my cousin Elaine's so I decided I had better play along too. Thank Goodness for fun people like you or boring people like me would never have any fun!<br /></p><ol><li>As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! Since this is our family blog, feel free to leave a memory about any of the five of us.<br /><br /></li><li>Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you </li></ol>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-13142820055783572008-07-01T15:05:00.000-05:002008-07-01T16:21:20.451-05:00They growing up so fast<p>Jeremiah and I have been talking a lot about growing up lately. Jeremiah thinks that he will be all grown up when he turns 5, then he will be a man like his Daddy. He says that then they can do things together as "grown up man Banes, and grown up man <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dermiah</span>." (Oh, it is so funny, he says his Daddy's name <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bames</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bamburk</span>, and Mommy is Lela; and of course he has started to call us by these names instead of Mommy and Daddy, as a sign of how grown up he is.) </p><ul><li><br />Jeremiah and I love how grown up Eden is getting. She demonstrates her new maturity by rolling from her back to her tummy and back again, and lately she has been practicing sitting up on her own. She isn't any good at it yet, only staying in a sitting position for 2-10 seconds before <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">toppling</span> over. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Every time</span> she does it though, Jeremiah points it out to me with great pride and says, "Look, Baby Eden is growing up so fast." </li><li><br />Isaac has been making leaps and bounds in his language development. He loves repeating sentences back to me, and his pronunciation is so clear. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Sometimes</span> he uses words that I had absolutely no idea he even knew, let alone would be able to use correctly in a sentence, well a2 year olds equivalent of a sentence. And his imaginative play is so fun to watch, sometimes he and Jeremiah can sit in the toy room playing with their animals and I will just stay out in the hall listening to the conversations their animals have. But any unexplained noise Isaac hears his imagination <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">automatically</span> translates as a T-Rex, which makes it hard for him to sleep at night with neighbors below, above and behind. He wakes up convinced that a T-Rex is trying to break down his wall and eat him, so he usually ends up in my bed with me. </li><li><br />Jeremiah and I have been having lots of fun talking to each other this last month, really since he became 4 he has grown so much. He will often say to me, "I want to talk to you." Then he will ask me questions such as, "If Joseph Smith was a prophet why did those men do mean things to him?" or "Do Heavenly Father and Jesus live far far far far far far away?" or "Does the Holy Ghost live in a haunted house?" or "Why do we read the Book of Mormon?" But his favorite topic is to ask me why this person or that person is a hero, and also to point out to me how some times in movies the "mean man" can "become a hero" and do something good even though they were bad before. I hope that he will be able to retain this ability to see good in people even when the world would say they don't "deserve" it. </li><li><br />And this one is for you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tovi</span>: Yesterday Jeremiah was in the other room when suddenly I heard him say, "Oh my dog!" I called him to me and asked him what he was talking about. He said, "I said, 'Oh my dog!' that's funny isn't it? Like 'Holy Cow!' <em>chuckle chuckle.</em>" I thought it was very funny, but I didn't say so, and of course I sat him down and talked to him about what the phrase 'Oh my dog' actually said and why we, in our family, don't say it. And that anything that we say if it makes us feel bad, like the Holy Ghost isn't making us happy, then we should never say it again, because we always want to feel happy. Then I told him some fun phrases I would allow him to say, that were fun and wouldn't make him feel bad, such as '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">krimanitly</span>' or 'good grief' or 'for goodness sake' or 'what on earth'. </li><li><br />They grow up so quickly, like a flash from a camera, by the time your eyes clear from the glaring light they aren't little babies any more, then flash, and they aren't toddlers any more either.<br /></li><li>Here are some pictures of Eden and her very first attempts at sitting up.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03YB1vv1Yck13a3VyJJcK3Qs8li2-hiH10FYhjo_lQI8B7aYYeRt4iOVNofJ6AZr8xhaMxmHeZvPTCZvY_FQKP8XvDUxC9SMBGdWXVkEGrg_ZGOcpl3zODh0wmVuJjb3U6CxlhvxPLLgm/s1600-h/100_3188.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218151088335807538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03YB1vv1Yck13a3VyJJcK3Qs8li2-hiH10FYhjo_lQI8B7aYYeRt4iOVNofJ6AZr8xhaMxmHeZvPTCZvY_FQKP8XvDUxC9SMBGdWXVkEGrg_ZGOcpl3zODh0wmVuJjb3U6CxlhvxPLLgm/s320/100_3188.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72V3OYXW5IdsJu-fMDKwKwt0lvZueg6Vdrizil9wScAExchIlSFCSxZClySnZ_hdTO88W9jODFVUm3pMBcOCB2Aj9Iw0et9Kw55bgb0TsqvIBLfVWPqflxW02rBNzIKFcigSfbk3yB_DC/s1600-h/100_3189.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218151094329730626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72V3OYXW5IdsJu-fMDKwKwt0lvZueg6Vdrizil9wScAExchIlSFCSxZClySnZ_hdTO88W9jODFVUm3pMBcOCB2Aj9Iw0et9Kw55bgb0TsqvIBLfVWPqflxW02rBNzIKFcigSfbk3yB_DC/s320/100_3189.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz3H3305FEwAoEvnz2Zi1B2sfBbJmJ4WtK0NOK_SibQk3U5GycMwMe3sNaEeGSDbir45JyA2xy1_O_hBQBvDLyJXuZ_CCPSspg_AuqI-WPLOE_-PwuyqiPg4RYzUMFqNG4PU5uR9cNR9m/s1600-h/100_3190.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218151094564534082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz3H3305FEwAoEvnz2Zi1B2sfBbJmJ4WtK0NOK_SibQk3U5GycMwMe3sNaEeGSDbir45JyA2xy1_O_hBQBvDLyJXuZ_CCPSspg_AuqI-WPLOE_-PwuyqiPg4RYzUMFqNG4PU5uR9cNR9m/s320/100_3190.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwrXinw4hM9d-m3rd0mIL-67d7barzgiawpTmWB39Kc27JtR3Akir_qytT6kQqcXZl1jLjUKLLIk6tvlXRsPNaGmZBwI82xcC1DsVvtH0kNCO3Pn5e-UpUt747gFfMxlyzeZ4wX8S0RRl/s1600-h/100_3193.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218151098969057154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwrXinw4hM9d-m3rd0mIL-67d7barzgiawpTmWB39Kc27JtR3Akir_qytT6kQqcXZl1jLjUKLLIk6tvlXRsPNaGmZBwI82xcC1DsVvtH0kNCO3Pn5e-UpUt747gFfMxlyzeZ4wX8S0RRl/s320/100_3193.jpg" border="0" /></a></li></ul>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-68525647613585377462008-06-21T10:42:00.000-05:002008-06-21T14:02:52.178-05:00A departure from my usual posts<span style="font-size:180%;">I </span><span style="font-size:100%;">haven't posted any thing in a while, not because I haven't had things to say, rather because I have been too tired and distracted to figure out how to say the things I have been thinking about.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I </span><span style="font-size:100%;">have been thinking, and feeling, a lot about getting my family prepared, and establishing a food storage and a finacial reserve. The First Presidency of the Church has said, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Our Heavenly Father created this beautiful earth, with all its abundance, for our benefit and use. His purpose is to provide for our needs as we walk in faith and obedience. He has lovingly commanded us to “prepare every needful thing” (see D&C 109:8) so that, should adversity come, we can care for ourselves and our neighbors and support bishops as they care for others.<br />"We encourage members world-wide to prepare for adversity in life by having a basic supply of food and water and some money in savings.<br />"We ask that you be wise as you store food and water and build your savings. Do not go to extremes; it is not prudent, for example, to go into debt to establish your food storage all at once. With careful planning, you can, over time, establish a home storage supply and a financial reserve."—The First Presidency, </span><a class="featureslink" href="http://providentliving.org/content/display/0,11666,7585-1-4081-1,00.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">All Is Safely Gathered In: Family Home Storage,</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Feb. 2007, 1 </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />So with this in mind I have finally started our first "real" food storage. We have "started" out food storage lots of times, but I have now revamped everything, sat down and actually made a plan, it is by no means a finished or perfect plan, but it is a start... I have worked it out in my budget in a way that I can't circumvent, I have designated a place in my house to store it, and I have actually gone on line to LDS.org to the online food storage store and actually ordered something... I have a plan that will give us a complete 3-month supply of food before Christmas. <em>Anyone reading this blog</em>, if you have advise or experiences or tips <strong>please</strong> leave a comment to that end, I would really appreciate it.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span><span style="font-size:100%;">he second thing that I have been thinking a lot about lately is definately political. I apologize if anyone feels their toes getting stepped on, but I just feel that I have to voice my feelings. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span><span style="font-size:100%;">his is a very important year. In November we will be voting, not just for the next President and Vice President, but for National, State, and Local leaders who are supposed to represent our best interests, protect us and protect our Divinely Inspired Constitution. I once swore an oath to protect that Constitution, when I joined the Navy, in 1999. I remember very clearly the powerful feeling that I had as I raised my hand to the square and made that oath. I don't believe anyone who is honest, and has personal integrity can make that oath without feeling it. I am not in the Navy but any more, but I still feel that I am obligated to that oath, and my husband is still in the Navy so through him I also feel that obligation. </span><br />In the Doctrine And Covenants section 101 (which is an amazing section, full of great parables) it says:<br /><br /><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">77 According to the laws and a</span><a title="TG Citizenship; TG Governments." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/dc/101/77a" type="B" mark="a"><span style="font-size:85%;">constitution</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> of the people, which I have suffered to be established, and should be maintained for the b</span><a title="TG Liberty." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/dc/101/77b" type="B" mark="b"><span style="font-size:85%;">rights</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> and protection of all flesh, according to just and holy principles;<br /></span><a name="78"></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">78 That every man may act in doctrine and principle pertaining to futurity, according to the moral a</span><a title="TG Agency." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/dc/101/78a" type="B" mark="a"><span style="font-size:85%;">agency</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> which I have given unto him, that every man may be b</span><a title="TG Accountability; TG Punishment." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/dc/101/78b" type="B" mark="b"><span style="font-size:85%;">accountable</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> for his own sins in the day of c</span><a title="TG Judgment, The Last." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/dc/101/78c" type="B" mark="c"><span style="font-size:85%;">judgment</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">.<br /></span><a name="79"></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">79 Therefore, it is not right that any man should be in a</span><a title="2 Chr. 28: 11; 1 Ne. 17: 25; Mosiah 11: 21; TG Bondage, Physical; TG Slavery." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/dc/101/79a" type="C" mark="a"><span style="font-size:85%;">bondage</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> one to another.<br /></span><a name="80"></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">80 And for this purpose have I established the a</span><a title="2 Ne. 1: 7 (7-9); D&C 98: 5 (5-6)." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/dc/101/80a" type="A" mark="a"><span style="font-size:85%;">Constitution</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> of this land, by the hands of wise men whom I raised up unto this very purpose, and redeemed the land by the b</span><a title="1 Ne. 13: 18 (13-19)." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/dc/101/80b" type="A" mark="b"><span style="font-size:85%;">shedding</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> of blood. </span></div></li></ul><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">N</span>ow, as my Mother could tell you, I have always been kind of a hot head, and I tend to get passionate about what ever I am thinking about currently... I am NOT trying to promote one political party over another, or tell any one who to vote for or how to vote... I just had to be on record as saying, "Find out what is going on, get informed, contact your Representatives and Senators and tell them what you expect of them. Register and make sure you vote." I remember when I was a kid, sometime between 1st and 2nd grade, when Ronald Reagan was first running for President. I was SO MAD that I wasn't allowed to vote, just because I was TOO YOUNG! I really wanted to be involved in that election. The irony is that I am not currently registered... some how it is something that between our last two moves and this one I allowed to slip past me. But I certainly Will Be registered next week, all the things that have been swarming around in my head, keeping me up at night, wont let me procrastinate it any longer.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">F</span>or several months now I have been getting weekly updates emailed to me, to let me see what Congress is voting on, and how I am being represented, (yes, even though I haven't been registered for 2 years.) Here is a resourse that I have found very useful:<br /><a href="http://search.campaign.com/pennfuture/megavote/">http://search.campaign.com/pennfuture/megavote/</a><br /><br />This is some resent activity in the House Of Representatives which I found VERY interesting:<br /><a href="http://www.c-spanarchives.org/congress/?q=node/77531&id=8583196">http://www.c-spanarchives.org/congress/?q=node/77531&id=8583196</a><br />and related information <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3036677/#25085356">http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3036677/#25085356</a>.<br /><br />Also, (thank you Alexis):<a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1656880303867390173&hl=en">http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1656880303867390173&hl=en</a> this is about 2 hours long, but it is also interesting, and thought provoking.<br /><br />I have always been a HUGE fan of Captain Moroni in the Book Of Mormon. I KNOW that he was guided by Inspiration and the Holy Ghost in all of his actions as an elected official in his government. And I guess if he were head of a political party today, that is the party I would affiliate with. As it is I have to feel my way around and pretty much let the Spirit guide me, and hope that I am listening.<br /><br />I wrote this 5 years ago. It isn't really very good, I have never been very good at writting. But it was heartfelt and I thought that I would share it now.<br /><br /><ul><li>The Price of Peace<br /><br />Peace is not a state of being, it is not a liberty or a right, it is a commodity, purchased in international and domestic markets. It must be bought and sold, produced on a demand basis only. It is always custom made. It is never prefabricated. Mass quantities cannot be kept in stock for later shipment. You cannot buy it on the black market, in the flee markets, or on line. Consumer demand and the unpredictable life expectancy of this product ensure that the price will always be too high to be paid lightly. It cannot be bartered or exchanged; it cannot be charged or billed. There is no layaway or installment policy applicable. It must be purchased, full cost, up front before the product can be received. Ownership is temporary and liquid. The manufacturer retains the right to reclaim and redistribute without prior notification and without refund. Renewal of ownership is on a first come-first served basis, but may also go to the highest bidder at the manufacturer’s discretion. Those who are unable or unwilling to pay the price may experience it, but only on a limited, trial basis. Only those who have paid in full can ever understand its value.<br />The price: Human Blood…<br />Dedicated to the defense of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness…<br />For ones own People and for all Humanity.<br />-LeahCim Bryson<br />15 May 2003 </li></ul>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-44066334569799241802008-06-08T00:16:00.000-05:002008-06-08T01:09:18.172-05:00Happy Birthday Jeremiah<p>May 29, 2008 was Jeremiah's 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday. We had a very nice birthday party out at the picnic area of our apartment here in Logan. </p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBdPBTZVi-d5EO-YWt9oIW7uthPk_00lq9oXIq9-mjvP1fKP5H_i0RLm9rQHL2Y7RUbJwrsxVPhZGhyX2K-pRJPWuy3oz3_9NVR5kbQKKSp7j89z2NdtHS-XmsB55q679EoOSgp7CWYHx/s1600-h/100_3113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209377256403644882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBdPBTZVi-d5EO-YWt9oIW7uthPk_00lq9oXIq9-mjvP1fKP5H_i0RLm9rQHL2Y7RUbJwrsxVPhZGhyX2K-pRJPWuy3oz3_9NVR5kbQKKSp7j89z2NdtHS-XmsB55q679EoOSgp7CWYHx/s320/100_3113.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Spiderman</span> birthday cake for Jeremiah, which he loved.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbJGPsMOcl-prCLQ4IyNOhF9xVb2TYrFBtj8TOpSg50lDu_WpyhtlgR0LyTPd9jv6GvEDcyWUzS89vcgnh3OC-sgsjsrcpa4L_qC2NFMMPMSVCequ6UexoJlg93fAwFI6Z_i4WezCV5j8/s1600-h/100_3117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209377274794086178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbJGPsMOcl-prCLQ4IyNOhF9xVb2TYrFBtj8TOpSg50lDu_WpyhtlgR0LyTPd9jv6GvEDcyWUzS89vcgnh3OC-sgsjsrcpa4L_qC2NFMMPMSVCequ6UexoJlg93fAwFI6Z_i4WezCV5j8/s320/100_3117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Isaac spent more time under, on, and every where else except sitting at, the table. But of course he had plenty of fun too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHH8UnybV6GVIzIGPQyQgCGhGdWSGoqTQYS5voo_7RRufzfYfzIZa45felFQ6OgXZ6CaEeb3qc6RZmJSIQKNLT1dvK5CzK-Gz6OQd72wz94urR9oT9ASREy0ZFZFrg_7eVtnkI-Y7K9NY9/s1600-h/100_3133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209377895371326754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHH8UnybV6GVIzIGPQyQgCGhGdWSGoqTQYS5voo_7RRufzfYfzIZa45felFQ6OgXZ6CaEeb3qc6RZmJSIQKNLT1dvK5CzK-Gz6OQd72wz94urR9oT9ASREy0ZFZFrg_7eVtnkI-Y7K9NY9/s320/100_3133.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Jeremiah got some very neat gifts and he loves each and every one of them, even a week later. Afterward, everyone had fun flying two kites Grandma bought for the boys. It was almost too windy for kite flying though, particularly for a 4 year old and a 2 year old, but they did their best and had a great time.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_Jm5FI_pJCgDDbf55-I_0EjGIajajDGCetBRqLCKr6b_6n6g7s4wxpfB5iXuh2N0J5ZS6WPD4zTc1kKP3jejp98r4oZD9c34S2rjGGG4WG0BQn5FFZl4eHMSKPAKR86ioqMzcFIfIrt5/s1600-h/100_3121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209377317185963938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_Jm5FI_pJCgDDbf55-I_0EjGIajajDGCetBRqLCKr6b_6n6g7s4wxpfB5iXuh2N0J5ZS6WPD4zTc1kKP3jejp98r4oZD9c34S2rjGGG4WG0BQn5FFZl4eHMSKPAKR86ioqMzcFIfIrt5/s320/100_3121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>In attendance at the party were Uncle Jon, Aunt Holly, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ady</span>, Uncle Mike, Grandma and Grandpa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bryson</span>, and of course Isaac, Eden and Myself. Thank you everyone for showing Jeremiah how much you love him. He was thrilled that each of you were able to be there. </p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4FLs5H6d3k9Hf4r76fCpqBMzXdmYIKPY8lkdZAdEeA3Yonj80xHVVX1ESqOszp1DDfqRulyjehJ4R6-0bUmzHwvpeulJuKmLq-hY01XOF_AFuciLl7a5Rz2KJfPcUlO8-JJKjA37OqEf/s1600-h/100_3122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209386832783015970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4FLs5H6d3k9Hf4r76fCpqBMzXdmYIKPY8lkdZAdEeA3Yonj80xHVVX1ESqOszp1DDfqRulyjehJ4R6-0bUmzHwvpeulJuKmLq-hY01XOF_AFuciLl7a5Rz2KJfPcUlO8-JJKjA37OqEf/s320/100_3122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKHmCeyEJZSAy8Uz2_gLUjQtbhow1pkeuKYYzz4npJICkGRLiWKrdT289ZuxuwD6uJiLILVJ4WiezdhzLEIu6nALFqULraGYbX8sTHi4yWtKW_Hpu-HKZgYvqf2_4Kh535IqES-4xe9cW/s1600-h/100_3125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209386883736368818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwKHmCeyEJZSAy8Uz2_gLUjQtbhow1pkeuKYYzz4npJICkGRLiWKrdT289ZuxuwD6uJiLILVJ4WiezdhzLEIu6nALFqULraGYbX8sTHi4yWtKW_Hpu-HKZgYvqf2_4Kh535IqES-4xe9cW/s320/100_3125.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmrj2msroNb1_fKyy_xe1ttBSTLHTeUyteOBPXDOeH49ZFA6gK93E6CPJ0OZXOozy65iYk5sqvmHpw_aA-GOet621LUkZD5oLJtgsCobs_T8b7JHNzn6_UrnjZ2dP8yiWV46qzZO2LwY_/s1600-h/100_3123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209386840709754530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmrj2msroNb1_fKyy_xe1ttBSTLHTeUyteOBPXDOeH49ZFA6gK93E6CPJ0OZXOozy65iYk5sqvmHpw_aA-GOet621LUkZD5oLJtgsCobs_T8b7JHNzn6_UrnjZ2dP8yiWV46qzZO2LwY_/s320/100_3123.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoGfnTQ74Le8WZBSEwbW9x5uIajbs9FYzaK4j5bNvgR488lSOV490bmQNL2M_MKogmWNAlCHW76ZV3bO1nh1-uSxz8Fd7ta_-mzdO27hHVMh4CySnVd8yKQ-lMVCZyloB2aWozg0RvfKJ/s1600-h/100_3120.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209377303988148386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLoGfnTQ74Le8WZBSEwbW9x5uIajbs9FYzaK4j5bNvgR488lSOV490bmQNL2M_MKogmWNAlCHW76ZV3bO1nh1-uSxz8Fd7ta_-mzdO27hHVMh4CySnVd8yKQ-lMVCZyloB2aWozg0RvfKJ/s320/100_3120.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p>And he missed everyone who was not present: Daddy; Aunt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tovi</span> and Uncle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Miki</span>, Kylie and Sadie; Aunt Cami and Uncle Brian; Ava; Aunt Tabbie, Brittany and Logan; Meme and Robbie; Aunt Sandy and Sarah; and Grandpa Bob. Jeremiah knows all your names, loves you, and misses you. </p><br /><p></p>Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-86629434701461313922008-05-27T14:52:00.000-05:002008-05-27T15:05:11.909-05:00Cool Cake<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>his is a picture</span> that my friend Crystal emailed me this morning. She is an avid cake decorator, and always produces the most amazing works of sugary-sweet art. I told her that I wished she were here in Utah to decorate Jeremiah's cake for him... oh well. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205149988024503842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8ggsof5krTht1jNm2r4_KuwPGTMLYcXGP24uQbHAi3utR1hAVQzpyFw3yE-NS8q_wA0YIWjiIh2a31oNcX8NSi0ulLLXf1L03zct65FYoKsA1tQ8PSknbcGSSc02UocBeJpeBzD0mZYb/s320/Crystals+alligator_cake%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>his cake was for her friend's son's 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> birthday.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">K</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">eep</span> it up Crystal, you are great!Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1756346510525545012.post-33728012031641504552008-05-19T22:02:00.000-05:002008-05-19T22:21:28.713-05:00Picture from James<span style="font-size:180%;">J</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ames</span> emailed us a picture today. In his email this is what he said about it...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202292462011109634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNG0j003z6Gl8nE2w6YHszWXVSXypP9Mwp6tLrwbogViDNEAs76pcCh2l2grGt5yfI22C1ABOthw9OwQ0GmLVDeN2083HFQ-6kEkU5O8bZPHaXYUdMZ1eC8-uv2waTJ4hh6cUH7QWNkPR0/s320/IMGP1590%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Today was a busy day. We had a gun shoot and I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. At least that is what one person told me I looked like. But other then that things went well. I had a fun time and I even got the chance to shoot."</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">James is in a supervising and instructing position for most of what he does now, so he doesn't get to do the fun stuff very often any more, since he usually has to make sure that other people are doing the fun stuff safely and correctly.</span><br /><br /><br /><br />We are glad that you had fun Daddy, stay happy, and stay safe... Love your Offical Fan Club.Leah and James Bangert Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12570651554024080082noreply@blogger.com3