tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76757388819104859312024-03-13T07:22:01.254-07:00Sarah KempfChristian, mom, wife, business owner, volunteer, ready for anything.Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-84267056989180202682009-12-02T07:28:00.000-08:002009-12-02T08:00:24.848-08:00Thanksgiving at Siesta Key Beach<div align="left"> This year we spent Thanksgiving week at my favorite spot: Siesta Key Beach. We stayed at a condo that was only a short walk to the beach. Check out their webcam: <a href="http://www.sarasotasurf.com/accommodations/webcam.cfm">http://www.sarasotasurf.com/accommodations/webcam.cfm</a>.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">We had a great week with 4 out of 6 days of great weather (one day of rain and one day a little chilly bit sunny). Thanksgiving day was spent walking the beach then dinner at Grandpa's with Grandpa, Margaret, one of Margaret's children and her husband and my mother in law, who came with us for the week.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Here are a few of my favorite pics of the week:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410668160539450066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEKlu9CJO0Fb2tRM5kMLcOnpGkMmqFDjrZN0C6XWlghLh4Uv_HPuJ_PT21lsZCQ9jb3zRZagy-ytuBMnYQ6_QedJ-1sKnfx6BD6tqlZ5RzxAJ9Pf1_Ig097Cb25ZE_nvn5c4RPYc_V8TT/s320/Florida+2009+069.jpg" border="0" />Marissa and Mason in front of the condo.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410663518958571522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczhg9oBFCyeMp-WlIM5Rezzz-sfXgeTztCWeJJyp5i6WQz-cT93qYBMtZdCb8GNAprYyrEgUNTMgRPZlHf5LY4WIPyzN9dsB0fI1oGSqDd-G2eR1nMes0R3sLCG7enTZOdSn1rczudgvK/s320/Florida+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> Marissa and her brother hanging out on the beach. Mason had to stay in his stroller most of the time we were on the beach because when we put him down he tried putting the sand in his mouth.<br /></p><p align="center"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410664162090745714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxHLwLRpXQeZFkVgMXjtdgCUocOWdMuNw_Dk_PO2neo_D2BcZ9xLjfq5oNTS_j-aT8abo-i_55AicpGCZfEa1GEzugqddXXCr0o7_i6Mrzrap2TEbNcX_By4o-oEb4Nq6g6xmPBMrU2Ht/s320/Florida+2009+038.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">The sand castle Marissa and Daddy built. </p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410664605131942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia72GI62ZysWlYUdpUf-H0OCCi_NYxDmUjxInix3ddugg6_1-0WmjqWbURWiSd9Mk4HabCBuG4o6mH-9kAH8aTvTUGVoF31EvWrJTvjVzkvLzzhxzcIpTA1uHjP1JWoYl-uK5jjRM7zIMW/s320/Florida+2009+102.jpg" border="0" />Rough day on the beach for the little guy:)</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410664995120454482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitugxNj5w8yUwwnay23kXmRb6q_GDWejC4CWlXSs-GTGVaWb3hsPDXd706f_k4gCNvK73oZGKaOwRiVmqICKpX-k01AwpO94xokupbWoshRDzOPEaZA66Y2tKykJ8u1k4bC3IKVNW1_L_l/s320/Florida+2009+042.jpg" border="0" />Marissa and Mason outside the condo. They had Christmas decorations everywhere. <div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410666062490341330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBMI9-BpMiiAo_ptneZ8hVJfa0NWNwl_an5XNsgCJgQk1Jq6KrbjVKO73WxXbU265wj31Okqj1VNnsT-849vBJ3Emhv_ysqNHKRllRu_DUZOxkFkMvaZpoa-D-ArUeNFsE7yFt4DCjX7y/s320/Florida+2009+195.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Marissa and Mason with great Grandpa on Thanksgiving day.</div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410666473516441138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUavDJuRKzJbMiZOSagNw_t7lByPFvofSV-69G0ZQ-eg0agstyjynrPX5xqmqhacLljCnicijm35DkX4fMRcJdbrtEGPqFzXwyuPk058sxm54xRZ8TFBmDAyYdS-9E3W-UVRqoQZxlQUO/s320/Florida+2009+118.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center">The family in front of our favorite restaurant in Venice: Sharky's on the Pier. Timmy has been going there since he was a kid. </div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410666956223099842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirf_99arkRVcDDbCflti8poL6VBCoc7feX_myXmTzbVQXxXOObmU99T5_MTAJQ3bE4fbJejjsrxfy8rdpp9nRutQb0aKHUtMATWKKl9uueELJ1Aw7hupWo2Pxe18HhUc57RYOQCxFhwRNq/s320/Florida+2009+228.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">One of my favorite Christmas decorations.</p>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-81779573824115584012009-07-21T11:56:00.000-07:002009-07-21T12:20:44.455-07:00weekend at the lake<div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">We recently went to the Ozarks for the weekend with some of our good friends. There were three families and a total of 6 kids: Mason (2 months), Ayla and Chloe (3 years old), Gavin (4), and Marissa and Loralie (6). So we had 6 kids ages 6 and under. The men got ahold of a fishing boat for the weekend although I don't think they caught many fish. Mr. Mason decided he wasn't going to nap on Saturday so I didn't much chance to get in the lake.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">It was still a great time and I got some good pics of the kiddos.</span></div><span style="color:#009900;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360991185042629282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LAYw2RZa0rSPtQb8-C7M_jwesjNrt26CWHet2ab0CVs_p5OilouQR3_894AdgIsq_1jQ-Lg5q1bPuEF3ScjyUSnv0-m1m6252Gg6fve4OwDhGrJDWhZB-tzZzODRprmHj2lha8v7uy-J/s320/ozarks+020.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="color:#009900;">Miss Ayla enjoying a popsicle</span> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360991800562913186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigsnfzmIpLc-7-JITMl1pZ9xlsEwPTwNv772nOXGuVNImjkOjfsq9Bi2mfVfYEw7iMWe5MmPKVVjNtu85b6ZJAHyQxPat-CEy23q-WN3VbTdXaFq_p0qqhtHimrn1VCl_fDbZe3znttYcx/s320/ozarks+015.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Marissa and her best friend, Loralie. They have known each other since birth. Marissa is only a month older than Loralie even though she stands atleast a head taller.</span><span style="color:#009900;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360992582551349458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtIHCsWRAgIqtYUyaRUJhrklFlQ5F51I5EG5PDFuRIn4Oj3jo3xQLcGRhzatiDC5R3vMZxYLrN-uvjobDidabytEYrQ_-N4VvaJzMceZ48JUjqjEgFh2FBB3qWr0JrPxbgF9__wNgl4Iq7/s320/ozarks+018.jpg" border="0" />The girls partying on the deck </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360993899378735058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-EANzjHnuoRPnZZ5dLTsPWzk94-skRbIh5r_LxZy4H7St0dIWcJWUdO44pOLFKKsYAcm0d2gxjuhN3bL_t7EaqoMrh8aLIdsUyPHjZb-dvxJiL2Qm8zRcQZBeD-QAxorvwR5-ZPvNAjI/s320/ozarks+030.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Mason is already a party animal:)</span></p>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-23926047830901318342009-05-15T11:27:00.000-07:002009-05-15T12:08:24.909-07:00My husband worries me.....My friend Alexis bought Mason a Build a Bear with a Blues Hockey outfit to match his nursery:<br /><div><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336121043137889010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho9a_CE4yvzzU6peI87Cl0dkNQoOaTlzan_TX_jwl0yz64lYPUDslqK6ORL1zV6pix6MQtSI6q_FH66-wVyP2DfgRTXexvOG-I_HNtZPYB7WXyMd70v7B8WGxN1w1W13RiYX8KFyyHYYOm/s320/build+a+bear.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>My husband had a bright idea to take the outfit off of the bear and put it on our son to use for his announcement picture. Yes, he wanted our son to wear an outfit made for a teddy bear. The result didn't actually turn out though because Mason's head is too big for the jersey. The paints worked out but we had to lay the jersey on him. We definitely will not be using this picture for our announcements. Had the jersey fit, I probably wouldn't have minded....</div><div></div></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336121958948839010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJsp_oc0hyphenhyphenZoOAi4tQKIAZWWRG8V0qQP49Wv8x2vz05MV6VpIRz3OBmTEVIhkYt5EBbjRPtbFOqLGvvmmd_hywjh2Z9SwPg_FAj2Fo5jUfEEjWA8FcmMCYwR1pPrZq7x-wexB6vpKN5Su/s320/Mason+%26+Marissa+051409+003.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336122984869530274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7NwDE2hoomnEoe0Bv9OAqJ3OokoZqjFYIZuT5HG4DO4oL9kBNXMm9u2iULMOtiTvuoUJDJshEnHK_m8jwxiauUe9myjLXyzJMieLqD6uXLh6BphZI24KkZh4dXM9aGG9cORCvIfKJjRWO/s320/mason.JPG" border="0" /></p>The poor baby is not even 2 weeks old and he is already being subjected to his father's wonderful ideas. I guess it is better for him to get used to it at an early age so that maybe he thinks our family is normal:)Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-3017687368000428362009-05-04T19:27:00.000-07:002009-05-04T19:29:49.831-07:00Mason Elijah Kempf<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPrN-K1STJKQJASRIH7IMOS65wuF0n_vypgGg4pAIe4v3d9gZwV0LYZ_KwkqIGSMksC87Kb-LXTYtSIOVSBlltOZZDy06AjiV7CYyUlYG75DDVlBEsh8JuTjN6sd_xEdoIziDwnCzgeVS/s1600-h/Mason_Elijah_Kempf_05-01-09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161096270351122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPrN-K1STJKQJASRIH7IMOS65wuF0n_vypgGg4pAIe4v3d9gZwV0LYZ_KwkqIGSMksC87Kb-LXTYtSIOVSBlltOZZDy06AjiV7CYyUlYG75DDVlBEsh8JuTjN6sd_xEdoIziDwnCzgeVS/s320/Mason_Elijah_Kempf_05-01-09.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center">Mason with Marissa</div><div align="center"> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">Mason Elijah Kempf<br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">Born at 3:42 p.m. on May 1st. 8lbs 0 oz. 21 inches</span></div>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-38391805348451596952009-04-24T17:39:00.000-07:002009-04-24T17:44:57.797-07:00The enthgraderThe other night my family was hanging out in the family room when Marissa announced that she knew where the enth grader was. Tim said, "the 8th grader? what are you talking about?" <br />"no Daddy, the enthgrader, you know on a map?"<br />Oh! The equator...............<br />Its so cute when she says things like this but she hasn't been mispronouncing it since we corrected her. When we laughed she thought we were making fun of her but Tim explained that we just think she's too cute!Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-63902448000639391792009-04-20T07:01:00.001-07:002009-04-20T11:21:11.231-07:00Shower for Baby Kempf<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Anyone who reads my blogs knows that my husband and I are Saint Louis Blues fans. I also wrote a blog about our son's Blues themed nursery. Well my friend, Alexis, wanted to throw me a baby shower and called to ask me what our nursery "theme" was so she could plan the </span><span style="color:#333399;">shower to match the nursery. I told her we tried to use a Blues theme but to do whatever she wanted because I didn't want her to have to go through too much trouble. She decided to stick to the Blues theme anyway even though after she starting the planning she realized it would have been much easier if we had been Cardinals or Rams fans (they don't sell alot of Blues items in the stores). I told Tim he had to come and atleast see everything after she had it decorated. Of course he couldn't stay long because he was going to a Blues game that evening!</span></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326777231266377794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXByeoKtVU7bsd3KPvAR6WhGtmuokDa9YJhbMHR-MZOLOlVgbC1ZBmTUa7NANLjfH7tp87691Lz3g2oF9o7JUfknyJ9bCXH4NjtukAJnjEsDmTb-9SXno90-I9B89Jp8QsCdY2jzjxlChL/s320/shower.jpg" border="0" />My friend and her husband made the diaper cake. It took 215 diapers! It is sitting in our nursery because we don't want to undo it yet.<br /></span></div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326778814256636946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu20Xa_btPPzeR-XordofvtrT_YoSKwH6fYGrt0yW7gurYmCPZffGZltVArVp6bMdT_Wdpkz1rjkT1nsMoVbUOnBqByvfE_Ll5_zVfK2W8JVQqZFJmcyQQsQAMB1qa-ScNShoU3Qp-04f3/s320/shower4.jpg" border="0" />Marissa with her "big sister" shirt on.<br /><br /></span></p></div></div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326779286192683106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlunuqNdEOmUEIEbEHpGwhdI9QgsH6lbXoKMggi25nS4-0YzPdNI0ApiVbqIoCLuMpWH2x0H_gXh4PQYPMeADfoQtrrjcmxsBi8W3cNlHSkUHuJZNEDefX5ZAoi97lfCpV_jgWgwn2C2IP/s320/shower7.jpg" border="0" /> mommy and Marissa with the cake</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326834673754240482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXwIcP2Uh8dYv6cYIYtJdFv-yLzyR456QmSvSmHvAYeiBojuaKEn3SmvXnY77jUpQreYnmS9QUTMotOcVPFRepJt3MNgXjeem0ajVWuRJsHQ-Y_OTrhNha5Itn_OaUaD2G6tIZv2Wx8sNI/s320/babyshower+2.jpg" border="0" />Party favor cookies</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333399;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326834611324780386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvK9igyo3YxnC0l4kMDpwlrFtUbYv3WEgQHOVGL2TDq1PFJG0-vVPufITuYYs9YkISw6N5o0rs9YtFHUJt9kHLKHzAfVJqapZSOutXL0zgu3Sz2A8k2zYOSrW3IGwBiapqQgFojOxnMSB/s320/shower6.jpg" border="0" />She even had blue and yellow balloons, plates and napkins.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326834516732480754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqcgKpepOKMvQLUhe9bcLhK9ioRnT3z7cdd5zJs5h4XR2Uk_HC-LU8IDBlYzkV0mhOlDLOJM6rD0SXEbayLgjMTTs0aeK8H1aoDlUpR5RHzGaKFSV7SZlkX_25ZxkluZfYizI_w5wF_2S/s320/baby+shower3.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#333399;">My favorite, the Blues piggy bank. There is also a really cool picture frame that says "future Blues fan" but I need to get a better pic of it.</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#333399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326835942855246978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw7nNAUcD3HvsAkdYGTQMDVgV8jawsvHxn7w4wiztTS2jYtoy5e7dfU3fxwWQHTRsx5koAg8Xl08vK44Dx0e-4z9iI0KNd6u9kphtKvuFKjFi79vYQP6C2TNxDHUBYm-dhj3F9hiXgg92G/s320/shower2.jpg" border="0" />Awesom cake!</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#333399;">Special thanks to Alexis for the shower and thank you to everyone that came! Hopefully we will get to meet the little guy soon. My due date is next Friday! Also, special thanks to my ever patient husband for being so loving and understanding the last 8 months:)</span></p>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-21195058474758338792009-04-02T06:49:00.001-07:002009-04-02T10:44:15.669-07:00Happy Birthday Marissa!<div align="center">My little girl is 6 today. She has been my baby for six years and yes, I still call her the baby. I have been told that she will not be my baby any more when my son arrives but I just tell everyone that I will have two babies. Your kids are always your babies no matter how old they are. They just get to a certain age where you can't say that in front of them.<br />This morning I tried to remember exactly what I was doing at this time 6 years ago. Well, obviously I was having a baby but what where our thoughts and actions at 8am? I had Marissa at 1am (an hour past April Fools Day). I was probably asleep at 8am. If not I was looking at my new daughter wondering what in the world had we gotten ourselves into! Just kidding.... (kinda)<br />Anyway, Happy Birthday to My Marissa! You are a wonderful child and bring way to much joy to my heart and your fathers. We love you!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320111574952990834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggu7j3hGW6K7a1BgrC2IzNxgIeYPecIprYqLSg__F4LtjDRdNDQcBHSk12uKQlUQzpVI4r3lMCldzI4KHa-9Gvs1hzX-Shl9bvGRf_nKQKCrDEXv3LXNheaFTTOxTCg7jYg-rfo49L9L9T/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Marissa's first Halloween. My mother bought this lovely costume.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320112182000753010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVE8olVOiBhvRM-rcDGS86xU5vdV94HDK0nuAGlggkv8ysT4At1PIdmk3uo7fX_-vWEphe6VaeKwBU1zkynHn4obGJaV5vysiiVKs7FHvgyGbM4qialYYfFKufqMixi4YB_AeT4iR0i5w/s320/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" />Fall of 2003</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320113699485325490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDYK32JaOfMLJ1CUfB_sX8XnWdnlj_GMAJcZwTQV_A7ckyian9tYSVqPyc68eX0xo3V5buVSJGjwTMRDXQioGFBUS3BG4HLuQ9BmdKegebHe6xs4WN6YKFPStKiRYIyMoCohAc1Q5PJAIF/s320/Sept+2003+005.jpg" border="0" />I think this was late August of 2003</p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320114333575458066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9SHee7SJbSepsozMQl-vuTws15AZYA8lms573500T4xquJ-ZHgsiq4w6jEcWzEKgCqd-hwzFlbpmDlvYHObiHGFQeLc_x0NO7-BsOeN_Maj2U0ySxebej7DEhN670agId4xwEFlcOYFN/s320/July08-dec08+086.jpg" border="0" />The little monster now</p>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-5551839169566692482009-03-29T20:12:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:25:38.155-07:00The tooth fairy visits the Kempf House<div>If you read any of my earlier blogs you might remember that Marissa had her 1st loose tooth. Well Friday afternoon Tim left the office to pick Marissa up from school and once again they called me on the way back. Marissa wanted to tell me she finally lost her loose tooth. When they got back to the office she showed me her tooth in the treasure box her teacher gave her then she showed me the spot where it had been. She also mentioned that some of the kids in her class got $5 or even $10 for their first tooth!!! I told her that the tooth fairy in our area usually leaves pennies but she just rolled her eyes at me.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318815317805163090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMia8k2g1u81d__5KCCeFM3jFnq_XJKwg-gvL5e81dVQ23vPPkZ6mvgHRjgf1CvZD8_cL-M7JIEn5lZbaS98D35q3UqMxLfDUgIW-T_gdQ-pJdAgs_DNaDpiIU9kF1F4Ac2m_WRO913bhl/s320/03-06-09+006.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>Most of the time I try to stick to my own parenting principles but this time Tim and I gave into the parenting peer pressure. The tooth fairy left Marissa $5! Since my baby shower was the next day Marissa managed to collect another $9 from Grandparents and other realitives when she showed them her missing tooth. All together she got $14 for her 1st lost tooth. I made sure that she understood that was only going to happen with the 1st tooth.</p><p>Wow, a $14 tooth. I think my 1st tooth was worth about $1.</p>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-5547424629538082142009-03-13T06:44:00.000-07:002009-03-13T07:24:48.434-07:00To Gregg and Tim:I have been as nice as I can about the whole Nintendo thing even though I don't understand the obsession. As Gregg mentioned in his blog I even initiated you guys playing online together. But as I mentioned to Dianne (whose side is she on anyway?) the Mario Kart Madness is starting to effect my TV time and my time with my husband. I don't even watch TV that much. In fact, the only show I really want to watch is American Idol and maybe Greta or Bill O'Reilly and of course Blues hockey but that we agree on. Since American Idol is usually on during the Blues game Tuesday I have even given up watching that. Mainly because I can completely understand the Blues obsession (sorry Gregg. I guess that says something about my character, too). But little did I know when I called Gregg to race Tim online what this would lead to. Tim has even gone as far as suggesting other things to occupy me. The other night he said, "why don't you go take a bath, honey?". He was trying to act like a nice husband who wanted his wife to relax but I read right through it. He was really trying to buy more nintendo time! Then there was the night that he said "Just one more game babe and then we can watch a movie together." Well one more game turned into 10 more games and he didn't even realize I had given up and just gone to bed (or he realized it and was secretly pleased). What makes it even worst is that Marissa is into the whole Mario Kart thing. So now its 2 against 1 in our house. On weekends she can stay up as late as she wants and join in on the whole madness.<br />As Tim mentioned, there is a solution to the whole disagreement and that would be to move the Wii downstairs. Of course that only solves one part of the problem which is me being able to watch TV in my living room. It doesn't solve the problem of me not getting to spend time with my husband. I can get over that though. After all, we do work together all day.<br />And for the record, I didn't even buy that darn game. My cousin let him borrow it, along with both remotes. So if I really wanted to solve the problem I could just pack it up and send it back to her. But I am way to nice to do that, right?Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-72658809329754788452009-02-23T17:51:00.000-08:002009-02-23T18:08:51.049-08:00Blues Nursery<div>As soon as my husband found out were we having a boy he was determined that the nursery would be a Saint Louis Blues theme. No teddy bears or cute little animals for our son. Tim was determined it would be hockey from the beginning. Well of course this caused a stir among the other family members. Both of our parents thought it was silly to do a nursery in a hockey theme. They argued, "what if he doesn't even like hockey?." My husbands reply was always, "what if he doesn't like teddy bears?" or any of that other "baby" stuff parents choose as a nursery theme. So any way we were set out to find a way to tactfully do our Blues themed nursery. After looking at different sports stores we determined that it would have been alot easier if we would have been Cardinal fans. We finally decided to just stick with the Blues color scheme and maybe we would be able to find a few Blues items to put in the room along the way. So then we decided we had to paint the walls blue and yellow. Here is the end result, which I am very pleased with:</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306177704541557954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSsHQcwz5Jth9mOXfJz4PjwM_EtAIohHto2SnM-IddDSiz0cOiNe4OtskBjKjdqbzpJ_W0_KG-_tI8cnVjYo2rfnmNxYaEi2du0TE4UI3zUnymK8iR4hHQG1n-A3hpCbRjA1DqdT47kxP/s320/nursery+%26+bathroom+003.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />It took my husband a very long time to paint these stripes. It was even more dfficult due to our textured walls. But I think it turned out great. And our family said it they even liked it. Now we just need some hockey decor to hang on the walls.Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-34104226411185512932009-02-23T10:17:00.000-08:002009-02-23T10:27:38.853-08:00To ankes and beyond!Anyone who has kids has those moments when your kid either sings the words to a song wrong or pronounces a word wrong and the results is something very funny.<br />Yesterday on the way to church Marissa was in the car counting. This is something she has been doing since she started Kindergarden. First she had to learn to count to 100. After she mastered that she realized she could easily figure out how to keep going to 200, 300 etc. It can actually be really annoying unless you can learn to ignore it because she never stops. Well we were almost to church when I realized she was at 190 or something. Thankfully my husband and I had managed to have our own conversation while she was busy counting. We all started talking about really big numbers, like a million and a trillion and a billion, etc. Marissa said, "mommy, I know what the biggest number in the world is."<br />me: "what's that?"<br />Marissa: "ankes!"<br />hmmm, I was quiet for a moment while I tried to figure out what in the world ankes was.<br />me: "oh!!!! You mean INFINITY!" <br />Marissa: "yeah! Thats it!"<br />by then we were laughing so hard that I could barely talk.<br />I explained to her that infinity wasn't really a number (or is it?) it just meant never ending. And the only thing I could think of to describe this to her was Heaven.<br />I am going to try to blog about all these funny mispronunciations so I can remember them myself. It's an easy way to lift your mood. Now that I will have another little one, I'm sure when he starts talking I will have many more to document.Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-28963815180383630382009-01-30T07:20:00.000-08:002009-01-30T07:34:56.907-08:00Dolphin Picture<div>Here is a better copy of my previous dolphin picutre.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297108825868087138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGNyb4JnwgdSK924BoSoq0oS-J2l2PJ_WodrEOj2j7eqKmps7FB7Ry4EcQYzlsRqHmOQO0aTYB9fqk_wHASyn-RnbQj9uaGRilbwcdDX7xtdX0N1IA4pwbIN9zEEk1OOv7SpFglcly4YC/s320/dolphin.bmp" border="0" /></div><br /><p>This was right off the coast and not too far from where we walk out in the ocean. </p><p>I was very excited when I took this picture because while I was trying to take the shot Tim told me to give up, there was no way I could actually get the dolphin in the picture with as slow as our camera is. but I did and here is my best shot.</p>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-34215515859817748042009-01-19T10:37:00.000-08:002009-01-19T10:46:06.550-08:00Marissa's Blonde Moment #2I was getting ready for work today when, "Mommy, could you please come in my room? I need you!"<br />So I stopped ironing my clothes and went in her room. She is sitting on her bed with her VTech, which is a hand held v smile. she says, "I keep turning up the volume but I can't hear anything at all. It's broken."<br />Great. Her favorite Christmas toy is broken. So I grab the head phones that are attached to the VTech and put them in my head.<br />"Marissa the sound is working just fine"<br />"oh, I forgot you had to put the headphones on"<br />She had been turning the volume up and no sound was coming out because she didn't have the head phones on her ears.<br />DUH!<br />I just looked at her funny and we both laughed.<br />Seriously, my child is smart, but her blonde moments are reminding me of myself.Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-42232470198840004772009-01-12T14:25:00.000-08:002009-01-14T07:06:17.731-08:00But I'm not Ready for This!If you read any of my earlier posts you know how hard it was for me to let my baby go to Kindergarten. I just wasn't ready when the time came. I could no longer hold on to the toddler years at that point. When your kid goes to Kindergarten they are no longer a toddler but a regular school aged kid! That was part of what made me want another kid. The other reason it was hard was because for 5 years I had been working part time and hanging out with her the rest of the time. Now I had no excuse not to work because she would be in school all day. Well there are some things I can't control and her going to Kindergarten was one of them.<br /><br />Today I was sitting at work waiting for my husband to pick Marissa up from girl scouts. As soon as he picked her up he called me so she could share some news with me. "Guess what, Mommy! I have a loose tooth!" Well being pregnant and really emotional, tears instantly formed in my eyes. Of course I didn't let her know this. What kind of crazy mom would cry over a loose tooth? me, of course. It was just another reminder of how my child is growing up so quickly. Just like I couldn't control her going to Kindergarten I can't control her loose tooth either. So now my baby is going to be a toothless Kindergartner.<br /><br />What's next?Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-89224988333883428712009-01-06T14:38:00.000-08:002009-01-06T15:20:28.132-08:00Christmas Vacation<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">I haven't blogged much lately due to being gone for a week after Christmas. My family had a great Christmas which consisted of visiting lots of family and Marissa opening lots of presents and of course, celebrating the birth of our Savior. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">The Saturday after Christmas we left for a family vacation. In the last four years all of our vacations have been company promotions. While I am truly grateful for the opportunity, company events mean that I either have to leave my daughter with her grandparents or take one of them with us so Tim and I can go to dinners and misc. functions. This trip was our first totally non-Farmers related trip. 7 days of just the 4 of us. We left Saturday morning and arrived in Atlanta in the evening. This was the first time we didn't drive straight through but my doctor advised me to stop often since I am pregnant so we stopped halfway. The next day we left early to head to Venice, Fl which is where we were staying since Tim's Grandpa lives there. The drive should have taken about 9 hours but we hit really bad traffic and didn't arrive to Grandpa's house till after it was too late to get a glimpse of the beach. So we went to bed eager to wake up and set out for my favorite beach, Siesta Key which is about 20 miles from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Granpa's</span> house. Grandpa only lives about 2 miles away from Venice beach but Siesta Key is my favorite and worth the 20 minute drive. Monday-Thursday we spent four days doing nothing but walking the beach, swimming in the ocean (yes, in December) and site seeing Florida. We also got a chance to see Grandpa and go to dinner with him. Overall the trip was great. Probably the best vacation I have ever had. It is so hard to come back to cold St. Louis (which apparently wasn't that cold while we were gone). </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">Here are a few of my favorite pics. I took mostly pics of the beach because I don't really like my overall appearance at this stage in my pregnancy:) Of course I took lots of Marissa pics too.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288318071763652642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG3zgsHxfRQNVV-UzANxcWyo8HeernreYOD1CT_37mLGxNv5R_FwcrDnyuYf1MQJA39J9pdnMlZ89P10yeYC2ZBZ3UYDFLzC69bI1oKiGo1kp2jY1r6OO48vNHzRs-Ia-v_1zh8Hbcxe5/s320/Dec08+124.jpg" border="0" />Siesta Key Beach and a sailboat out in the ocean. I really like this pic and I am thinking about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">inlarging</span> it and hanging it in my family room.<br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288320799937563234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZ3CoFU9cduJPDrevs125fymbTnZB9udApFzwEjmPkhoR1EIzIueJVUzaDJBgg1MKNfxjNta_voS3C-FBdb8wEZ7XMB9iaV1GWG6b47BwWAK2_vinQCuAWFJcedxNaw2_UYRPXojbLiCK/s320/Dec08+200.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">my 2 favorite people. This is at the end of Siesta Key beach where you can look out and see Long Boat Key.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"></span></div><span style="color:#336666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288322003340330434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTddGXDPoqbSLUZcnlSsMORzqXHWhDmwxWAoZSa44zx3jyQIY1WwTw64ZOMxtcgrI8ml3xVtQgqpsISmCqwOa38uQCi-gSCJqV9CEefMY3ZItDdqBDIxXiOKbU6__cyyvFnKQzkFsR45y/s320/Dec08+212.jpg" border="0" /> </span><p align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">A picture of Long Boat Key from Siesta Key.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#336666;"></span></p><span style="color:#336666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288322435626273794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4TX7qDIpR1m5zYVxfpB7LBOhxsZvBvqcIDIi3o9HiAdXsXN6G38KNKBx5zC7SMQ_O0A3pA1h6uhlBZ4_jemd7Z3r3PCGa1Xkv1wVW4UkKazf6CtAyP1nsh8HDxkCddQ72iGRdF7BJzeV0/s320/Dec08+223.jpg" border="0" /> </span><p align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">Long Boat Key Beach</span></p><span style="color:#336666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288323443441611858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4SrizBHt_LmuPPKr54RjEgYOl0TFLHRKBRBtf0BEPPdj9aejelFNztJxpAxuv2xc4BYzdrfaZhcuqmYpYSDKVbwynANa4lFjADjUGESqO0SKHL7j_DupxqGVhRyMXMXB3afQ9hmx-GsK/s320/dolphin.JPG" border="0" /> </span><p align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">See the Dolphin in the distance. This is actually not very far off the shore. I am going to try to zoom in and edit the photo.</span></p>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-62809930433717488702008-12-22T12:35:00.000-08:002008-12-22T12:44:50.369-08:00Marissa's blonde momentMarissa would be very upset with me for posting this but since she can't read much yet she'll never know:) Saturday morning Tim and I cleaned the house and threw away some of our junk. I got done mopping the floors and cleaning the bathroom late afternoon and had to get dressed for our date to the Blues game. Marissa was going to Grandma Patty's for the evening. Marissa was all dressed and waiting for me to finish getting ready when I heard her call out from the bathroom, "uh oh Mommy, Come help!" Geez the kid is 5 years old. She shouldn't need help going to the bathroom. I was praying she wasn't sick. I ran into the bathroom to find her standing in a puddle of pee with pee all over her pants, underwear and snow boots she had just put on. She had run upstairs from the basement to go pee and sat on the toilet without looking and peed with the LID CLOSED! Yes, she peed with the lid completely closed, which caused the pee to overflow onto the floor and her pants and underwear. I stood in the doorway laughing and called Tim in to come see the mess. I knew I would have to reclean the toilet and the floors I had just cleaned AND change her clothes that she had just put on but it was too funny to be upset about. We didn't have time to give her another bath so I told her to tell Grandma to. Tim's bright idea was to rub hand sanitizer all over her legs (which he did). <br />So that was Marissa's blonde moment over the weekend. She had done that one other time but she was half asleep that time. This time she was fully awake!Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-88803402115628529532008-12-18T09:19:00.000-08:002008-12-18T09:31:38.551-08:00Christmas Picture<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Here is the picture I took for our Christmas pic this year. It is just Marissa. We haven't done a family one the past two years but probably will with the new baby next year. Marissa is all dressed up and ready to go to her school concert, which was last Friday. I just ordered these pics on Sunday and I am hoping they will come in before Christmas so I can put them in our cards. Obviously I will not be mailing these cards due to time. I just stick the picture in the card and hand them out to family on Christmas day. I will hand them out to church friends Sunday if they are here on time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281182162497434370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOgmqhUN0PNODOVgA0A3apNpcyLVX3R0kqkWksVrb1baZIuvUr9bZ4a1XW4UL8Tt_2GBszvgsHJf8-X7A-1IDvHq2T6x2QgXasujp-flfMrzMP2U6NCdZxJZeui84Odd-Xivm0ttQZFzX/s320/Christmas+08+013.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">This is the one we printed for the family to put in our cards.</div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281182929606394578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpKmsoG0sJU9tF3rr_EAyPciFINip0gfpOognusRRH8SYX6m_VnW7w5fOPxWS5yZLc70XnJD1h4Z2WseAFCINZOprqZ-2mk0-DinsCBTBVPtcgU_-Boz1bhduWWEeVeS35IARlDh2rk2a/s320/Christmas+08+002.jpg" border="0" />Here is one of Marissa posing. She always wants to do really weird poses and I keep telling her to just stand "normal"</p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281183467312716370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5V_qPVRngqcqP0Ej6xHXkW4okhqpoREz3zWFN_Y4lh2fN-jTB61J_AQlNK8lk6ieOn5a1eU-TVibeeTfqgObHy41Lxex7d5ogWQdeVUnY0lNXJ2rI8zwMqAnHclBGBkvRaYEXd3JMhgU/s320/Christmas+08+009.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Another Marissa pose.</p>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-76312218392895674822008-12-18T08:52:00.000-08:002008-12-18T09:01:40.922-08:00Who is the parent anyway?The other night I was a little crabby. Tim was going to another hockey game and I really didn't want to be home by myself. Well I wouldn't be home by myself, Marissa would be with me. But I really didn't want to stay home and do all the dirty work myself (cleaning the kitchen, laundry, bath time, etc). So I was basically throwing a fit. Truthfully, I don't mind if Tim goes to the games. Everyone deserves time of their own. Especially him because he doesn't ask for much for himself. I was just in one of my pregnancy moods (I will post on that later). <br />Marissa is rarely ever crabby. She never has been. She is basically ALWAYS in a good mood. She hardly ever throws fits. She has been like this since she was little. So the other night she could tell I was in a bad mood as I stomped around the kitchen doing the dishes. "Mommy, let's play a game." I told her I had housework to do till midnight (much exaggeration) but I would play a game anyway. We got out the game SORRY to play first. She was winning by alot. It didn't really matter to me. I'm not a sore loser in my old age. But she didn't want to win. She wanted mommy to win so that I would be in a good mood. I explained to her that I was already in a much better mood just from playing the game with her and it didn't matter to me who won. I was still having fun, thanks to my five year old who was much better spirited than me.Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-18997357972197275442008-12-12T11:29:00.001-08:002008-12-12T11:33:16.501-08:00Timmy's pumpkin<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-H3_T01PR96pTpohF2-RPavMlMUrNzNEo9BEOg9OvQjkZ8_sKjvWOoC2vBG1zoXczA1gtv3lFAhclaOlaZFrtACdl0aCFs1Z63G7vKwO8aTkjOKQ8f4_ka_NOLTUGlo9ip0OMxYC-dma/s1600-h/July08-dec08+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278988312220502626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-H3_T01PR96pTpohF2-RPavMlMUrNzNEo9BEOg9OvQjkZ8_sKjvWOoC2vBG1zoXczA1gtv3lFAhclaOlaZFrtACdl0aCFs1Z63G7vKwO8aTkjOKQ8f4_ka_NOLTUGlo9ip0OMxYC-dma/s320/July08-dec08+094.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dedicated Blues Fan.</div><div align="center"><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278988830674565426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZZK-juYcqfYye-Y9n9R5A2-hzbGofyQI0gkW9KglKo70VWuKVVMqtHUasQhwoNSHbBiv3fTS-V62lpyqdDXdj7VFv0pLgjUtz8p__rt0LgO7H9BmCFnaz0VAaIp00Fu6Zovu-580Jioo/s320/July08-dec08+092.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-10551666902836402052008-12-12T11:19:00.000-08:002008-12-12T11:29:02.496-08:00pictures of the cold camping trip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDNY5GiDl66FJXjaR8kW8BYTC-BkeHDDqO5qMHGhTz23R8nQpNUw_2z2NBcOZAvim1STgo2hcPLa02YsE6_UUKgDebv3PGxe1ECLLxVuWXjuCpcXm8R4Gm7Tr_up_-fXKgsuW-tgcVgxUr/s1600-h/July08-dec08+081.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBrcANcVR0gPHWeShY39iTpewPbDs2b5PQOUlghWSBMsuL38jY7CEr93egi_ggk70VHpHV2s2Zpmxo6v5rcgGgnKDJSRPapqbsBOgD2FlXaQK9cw5oBK8MaA0mmZ_OZ52ICToM5-kru8FM/s1600-h/July08-dec08+079.jpg"><span style="color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278985690784534850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBrcANcVR0gPHWeShY39iTpewPbDs2b5PQOUlghWSBMsuL38jY7CEr93egi_ggk70VHpHV2s2Zpmxo6v5rcgGgnKDJSRPapqbsBOgD2FlXaQK9cw5oBK8MaA0mmZ_OZ52ICToM5-kru8FM/s320/July08-dec08+079.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#660000;"> Here is a picture of Tim and Marissa outside of the tent. It had rained right before we got there so we had to take our shoes off everytime we got in the tent. Notice the pop-up right behind our tent?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278986490398014050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0B3JkqrXKDx5F4F_hW6eWzATPaib8nHh7Y-9QekC0tU0FsWXW73KLBMc_J71OwFb4h6s5tauen9IW1o_Y82pgwiXIsGzhKYXUzLsepUoEuOyFsRfHzfoJkhLRbjY1JcH6hItLwoUbgIb0/s320/July08-dec08+077.jpg" border="0" />Decorations on the picnic table outside of our campsite.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-4406792059588090292008-12-12T11:14:00.001-08:002008-12-12T11:18:55.269-08:00Who are those hoosiers at Forest Park?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVVEivkiEQoZj8QSX6wcg6Eu8_pA1TpBGRw3oapHTZfAFQJIotLFl2N2H5EZWPyrYe4DVgYTh0oO7qXq5BaIyCajeQLdwb0RUe-JLes8PdoCNW7bsFmndUwUbVPVHP_CEjVA9F10S-6QM/s1600-h/Marissa's+last+day+before+school+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278984617420936178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVVEivkiEQoZj8QSX6wcg6Eu8_pA1TpBGRw3oapHTZfAFQJIotLFl2N2H5EZWPyrYe4DVgYTh0oO7qXq5BaIyCajeQLdwb0RUe-JLes8PdoCNW7bsFmndUwUbVPVHP_CEjVA9F10S-6QM/s320/Marissa's+last+day+before+school+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Most people can figure out that you aren't susposed to let your kid swim in the waterfall at Forest Park. But there's always that one family......</div>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-83282079215016247992008-12-08T07:59:00.000-08:002008-12-08T08:26:35.117-08:00The Santa Clause Conspiracy<span style="color:#006600;">I am not a Scrooge. Christmas is my favorite holiday. BUT there is one thing I don't like about Christmas: Santa Clause!<br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, I know that makes me sound like a bad person but let me explain. Every since Marissa was born our family has wanted to take Marissa to see Santa. Especially her Grandparents. I really don't understand why. Her first Christmas she was only 7 months old. My mom was determined to take her and my nephew to see Santa. No one could believe I wasn't planning to take her myself. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Seriously</span> , do you know any kid under the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">age</span> of 2 who actually likes Santa? You could tell them anyone bought those presents and they don't really care. They don't even understand. So anyway, my mom decided to take Marissa since I wouldn't. Thankfully my husband didn't really care about taking her either. He hates long lines and hates the mall during the holidays. So my mom took her and my nephew. In the pic he is screaming (he was about 14 months old) and Marissa looks terrified. Wow, great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Christmas</span> pic. Couldn't we have just put them in front of the tree and gotten a good picture?<br /></span><span style="color:#006600;">So I decided at that point I just wasn't going to tell Marissa there was a Santa Clause. The following year she was old enough to get excited about Christmas. I explained to her that it was a birthday party for Jesus! She already heard about Jesus from going to church so this made sense to her (as much as it can for a 18 month old). So I was all set. I had dodged the whole Santa thing. But wait, who is the fat man in the red suit that everyone keeps telling my daughter about?<br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">So I couldn't escape the whole Santa thing. This year I even attended a breakfast with Santa! I tried to get out of it but my in laws kidnapped me and made me go (it wasn't so bad).<br />So every year I buy expensive toys for my child and instead of signing them with my name and my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">husband's</span> name I sign the name of someone who doesn't even exist and he gets all the credit. And the really amusing thing to me is that in a couple of years I get to tell her that I lied to her for no reason at all and that there really is no such thing as Santa Clause. Now does any one see my point? Or am I just crazy?<br /></span><span style="color:#006600;">But I still make sure to tell her the real reason behind all those presents. A birthday party for our Savior: Jesus! (I should have stuck with my original plan:)<br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Anyway, Merry Christmas! I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season as much as I am.</span>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-23330847323742952412008-12-02T19:56:00.000-08:002008-12-02T20:06:31.932-08:00And the next Kempf baby is.......................<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;">A BOY!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;">We had our ultrasound today at 11:15 am. Tim picked Marissa up from school so she could go with us. Tim was very happy when we found out the baby is a boy. On the other hand, I could tell Marissa was a little disappointed (I think all little girls want a sister). Marissa said, "I wanted it to be a girl, but I guess I'll love a brother." Well, that's good because she really didn't have a choce! I am happy either way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;">Well the not so good news is that after taking the babie's measurements the ultrasound tech pushed my due date back to May 5th! So I am really only 18 weeks, not 20! Now I feel liked I've gained too much weight to be only 18 weeks and Tim will have to put up with my crabiness 2 weeks longer:) </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;">Everything went great and the baby appears healthy so thats good news! Now we just have to decide if the baby will be a Timothy jr. The Kempf name will officially carry on.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"></span>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-67479765068755592742008-11-27T08:17:00.000-08:002008-11-27T08:27:51.805-08:00Boy or Girl?Tuesday is the day! December 2nd Tim and I find out the sex of our baby. I am very excited. I am not a patient person and it is so hard for me to wait for this. Plus, I would like to get started on the nursery, which will either be a Blues theme (Tim's choice) or something that Marissa and I pick out if it is a girl. What makes it even worse is that I will be 20 weeks by then. You really only have to be 16 weeks (although that is a little soon if you really want to be accurate). There is another agent that works with us and she is due 3 days before me and she has already found out. So, now I only have to be patient for 4 more days!<br />Stay tuned. I will post as soon as I have my ultra sound.<br />I also never realized how many people don't find out the sex till the baby is born. I don't know how they do that! One of my best friends is pregnant with her 3rd. They found out with the first 2 but they are going to wait till the delivery for this one. I also realize that people my parents age didn't really have the option back then. So I guess waiting 20 weeks isn't so bad. After all it's alot less than waiting 40 weeks....<br />Well Marissa is rooting for a girl (of course). My husband would like a boy since we already have a girl and I would like a girl since I always wished I had a sister. Of course we don't really care either way as long as it's healthy but it is fun to discuss. I know all of my in laws want a boy because there are already 3 girl babies (Marissa and my 2 neices) on that side. So all the discussions will be over by Tuesday.Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675738881910485931.post-89220100181217617622008-11-26T09:26:00.000-08:002008-11-27T12:29:17.000-08:00Top 10 things I am Thankful For<span style="color:#666600;">I am aware that this is kind of corny but I have alot to be grateful for. Plus, writing it out makes you more aware of your blessings. The following are the top 10 (not really in order):</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;">1) God</span><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">2) Marissa</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;">3) My husband and are wonderful marriage. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;">4) the baby growing inside me</span><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">5) my church family and bible study group</span><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">6)my neices and nephew </span><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">7) my parents and the rest of my family and Tim's family</span><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">8) our house</span><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">9) our health</span><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">10) our jobs</span><br /><span style="color:#666600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666600;">A few other things I'm thankful for: Family vacations, the beach, a day off with my family, Holidays, float trips, camping (in the summer), my friends, and cold beer on a summer day.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;">Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope you have as much on your list as I do.</span>Sarah Kempfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892577975316750471noreply@blogger.com0