<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:45:09.145-07:00</updated><category term='Silas Crouch'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='ask'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='beach'/><category term='good'/><category term='belly'/><category term='3rd trimester'/><category term='garden'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='pray'/><category term='Baby Crouch'/><category term='goodness'/><category term='job'/><category term='Addie'/><category term='beautiful baby'/><category term='avocado'/><category term='girl'/><category term='contractions'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='kingdom'/><category term='UC Riverside'/><category term='Father'/><category term='trucker stache'/><category term='advice'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='Peter'/><category term='Chronicles'/><category term='kristin'/><category term='fog'/><category term='Abba'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='God'/><category term='California'/><category term='june'/><category term='silas'/><category term='rootbeer float'/><category term='wife'/><category term='sovereign'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='Tempe'/><category term='onion'/><category term='ASU'/><category term='hike'/><category term='Isaiah Daniel Crouch'/><category term='due date'/><category term='week 10'/><category term='praise'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Psalm'/><category term='Solomon'/><category term='bucket head silas crouch'/><category term='faithful brother'/><category term='love'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='little girl'/><title type='text'>Baby Crouch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5697483903148760457</id><published>2011-04-26T14:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:35:19.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah Daniel Crouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silas Crouch'/><title type='text'>Growing Growing Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFxKEpffk5c/Tbc5XwT6AdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Vy27cf37SUk/s1600/IMG_6016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFxKEpffk5c/Tbc5XwT6AdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Vy27cf37SUk/s320/IMG_6016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600007741926670802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-vNQ9P1P2k/Tbc5XpbrUoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DJqPblbT5L4/s1600/IMG_5961.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-vNQ9P1P2k/Tbc5XpbrUoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DJqPblbT5L4/s320/IMG_5961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600007740080214658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUHHYifA98Q/Tbc5XDLoJSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Tx0Am8C1WQA/s1600/IMG_5954.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUHHYifA98Q/Tbc5XDLoJSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Tx0Am8C1WQA/s320/IMG_5954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600007729812350242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little boys are getting bigger and bigger by the day.  Isaiah is now on the move... he crawls and walks behind anything he can push.  And yes he can push many things as he is still bigger than over 95 % of the kids his age.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristin and I are loving our two energetic boys.  They wake us up early and keep us on our toes all day long.  They are so sweet and so much fun and every once in a while they get into trouble.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5697483903148760457?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5697483903148760457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5697483903148760457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5697483903148760457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5697483903148760457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2011/04/growing-growing-growing.html' title='Growing Growing Growing'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFxKEpffk5c/Tbc5XwT6AdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Vy27cf37SUk/s72-c/IMG_6016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6432486012613081399</id><published>2011-01-25T22:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:08:54.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TT-6QDFsYNI/AAAAAAAAAis/SgRtvM-XgeI/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566372449323081938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TT-6QDFsYNI/AAAAAAAAAis/SgRtvM-XgeI/s320/077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TT-54gTCdUI/AAAAAAAAAik/MGSBRE1q7yE/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566372044846822722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TT-54gTCdUI/AAAAAAAAAik/MGSBRE1q7yE/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TT-5idrv-_I/AAAAAAAAAic/q2BkknfB9ZM/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566371666188041202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TT-5idrv-_I/AAAAAAAAAic/q2BkknfB9ZM/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...Isaiah is almost 7 months and we haven't posted anything since his birth. That means that probably no one is going to see this with the exception for a few that still check babycrouch out of habit. For our own pleasure and delight, we're going to actually try to update you few faithful a bit with some recent pictures. Hope you enjoy! Isaiah is a SMILEY baby. And so much fun. He has one tooth on the bottom and has started sitting up and rolling around everywhere. He can move! He loves watching his big bro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of Silas... he is a fun fun active 2 year old with a thousand words. He loves his mommy and daddy to watch him do everything. And he is a passionate soul of popcorn. He still loves cars. We gave him a shovel for Christmas. That's right...just a shovel. He's used it to dig in our backyard but it's also doubled as a pretend chainsaw, fishing pole and who knows what else. He's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6432486012613081399?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6432486012613081399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6432486012613081399' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6432486012613081399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6432486012613081399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TT-6QDFsYNI/AAAAAAAAAis/SgRtvM-XgeI/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-391694772296684523</id><published>2010-07-06T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:54:59.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah Daniel Crouch'/><title type='text'>Isaiah Daniel Crouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHSZMo1GI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0qDNnmc-fFg/s1600/656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHSZMo1GI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0qDNnmc-fFg/s320/656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491021858254410850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHRwhSSqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zO5wDsEmflI/s1600/531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHRwhSSqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zO5wDsEmflI/s320/531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491021847335160482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHRYeuc2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/QGLGiNMrGAk/s1600/566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHRYeuc2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/QGLGiNMrGAk/s320/566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491021840881972066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHQysroPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GbL2mzDoqbI/s1600/596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHQysroPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GbL2mzDoqbI/s320/596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491021830739960050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On July 3rd, 2010 Isaiah Daniel Crouch joined our family.  He weighed in at 8 pounds 15 ounces and 21.5 inches long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-391694772296684523?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/391694772296684523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=391694772296684523' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/391694772296684523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/391694772296684523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2010/07/isaiah-daniel-crouch.html' title='Isaiah Daniel Crouch'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/TDQHSZMo1GI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0qDNnmc-fFg/s72-c/656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-8588158048223771899</id><published>2010-06-06T21:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:22:42.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket head silas crouch'/><title type='text'>Crazy Bucket Head</title><content type='html'>The other evening we were hanging out in our kitchen/dining room and apperently Silas thought things were a little boring.  So his solution was to put a bucket on his head and walk around until he ran into something.  He did this for quite a while and somewhere along the way decided to use the bucket (on his head) as a drum.  I only got the very last of this strange episode on film.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygh99HYvnEU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygh99HYvnEU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-8588158048223771899?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/8588158048223771899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=8588158048223771899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8588158048223771899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8588158048223771899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-bucket-head.html' title='Crazy Bucket Head'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7212726253370215893</id><published>2010-05-27T13:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:45:42.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silas at 1 1/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QMzQHise94&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QMzQHise94&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7212726253370215893?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7212726253370215893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7212726253370215893' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7212726253370215893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7212726253370215893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2010/05/silas-at-1-12.html' title='Silas at 1 1/2'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7618634196632596926</id><published>2010-05-13T22:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:25:40.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S-zcYo95F3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/eCVVOv4pH_8/s1600/029-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S-zcYo95F3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/eCVVOv4pH_8/s320/029-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470989963220293490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S-zcYKHB1mI/AAAAAAAAAgY/8VUo8RgrRTU/s1600/020-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S-zcYKHB1mI/AAAAAAAAAgY/8VUo8RgrRTU/s320/020-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470989954937116258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S-zcXnep77I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/i9l-llXUA50/s1600/003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S-zcXnep77I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/i9l-llXUA50/s320/003-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470989945640972210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas will be 19 months tomorrow! and I am 33 weeks in this pregnancy. I am feeling well, just very pregnant. We're excited to welcome this new little guy into our family.  However, we don't think Silas has any idea what's coming our way.  He has been extremely love-y toward his stuffed animals lately.  He hugs and kisses his giraffe, puppy and froggy.  He also wants to feed them and he puts them down to take naps.  It's really sweet and gives me hope for his future-relating to his baby brother.  I'll write again soon (promise) but have to go to bed now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7618634196632596926?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7618634196632596926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7618634196632596926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7618634196632596926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7618634196632596926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2010/05/silas-will-be-19-months-tomorrow-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S-zcYo95F3I/AAAAAAAAAgg/eCVVOv4pH_8/s72-c/029-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-204429221456185141</id><published>2010-03-12T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:16:48.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xzc7BdmrQ7k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xzc7BdmrQ7k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-204429221456185141?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/204429221456185141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=204429221456185141' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/204429221456185141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/204429221456185141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6207598244820148729</id><published>2010-02-28T22:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:08:43.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZjOvWZBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XzkHBPR3lyU/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543036394365970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZjOvWZBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XzkHBPR3lyU/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZiW_4czI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/a4HEcrgoU2M/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543021431321394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZiW_4czI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/a4HEcrgoU2M/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZhykxoTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KdWvaBhk3Fo/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543011653951794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZhykxoTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/KdWvaBhk3Fo/s320/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZhdTNjvI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Lva6evmS5N8/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543005943140082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZhdTNjvI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Lva6evmS5N8/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443542995469254770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZg2SCwHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/dBDgUe4cdfc/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a family trip to Long Beach this week and went to the Aquarium of the Pacific. Silas didn't know so much fun could be had in one short day. It was a lot of fun and a day of many funny Silas faces. After the aquarium, we went to an Italian restaurant and got delicious lunch and finished off the day with a short visit to the beach. I told Brandon that taking me to an aquarium with Silas makes me a much better companion because I'm more entertained by Silas than fish. But I have to say that I was impressed with the fish, too. I also had a really good laugh when a lorikeet bird pooped on Brandon's shoulder. I've got the best family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6207598244820148729?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6207598244820148729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6207598244820148729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6207598244820148729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6207598244820148729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-outing.html' title='Family Outing'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S4tZjOvWZBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/XzkHBPR3lyU/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-475212549891327449</id><published>2010-02-18T11:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:27:31.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 weeks - baby boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32DwBQ9icI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9bl-z9YPm_4/s1600-h/2-18-10+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648785929963970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32DwBQ9icI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9bl-z9YPm_4/s320/2-18-10+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32DvRBwSDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/tWCcKTKzA4E/s1600-h/2-18-10+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648772981278770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32DvRBwSDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/tWCcKTKzA4E/s320/2-18-10+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32Du9Z4q6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/ySaPVCt-cfw/s1600-h/2-18-10+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648767713782690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32Du9Z4q6I/AAAAAAAAAeY/ySaPVCt-cfw/s320/2-18-10+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32DuVP9tyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xWPslI9mjZk/s1600-h/2-18-10+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439648756934752034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32DuVP9tyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xWPslI9mjZk/s320/2-18-10+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been very busy for us lately which is why it took a little while for us to get around to a blog update.  I would imagine that the reason that most of you are here is to find out if we are having a boy or girl.  Well, the title kinda spoiled it didn't it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are excited to have another little boy in our house and for Silas to have a little brother.  I am sure Silas will love him, care for him, bother him, and get him into trouble.  That is what big brothers do, right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see from the pictures, Silas is definitely a little California boy.  He LOVES going to pick lemons and oranges.  Kristin and I stepped outside for a minute and before we knew it, he was off for the tree with his basket.  It is pretty fun having a little guy around who watches so closely and "helps" in so many ways.  He likes to try to water the plants, pull weeds, juice oranges, and most other things he sees us doing.  We look forward to what life will be like with 2 boys running around.  It will be fun for us to see how they are alike and how they are diferent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-475212549891327449?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/475212549891327449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=475212549891327449' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/475212549891327449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/475212549891327449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2010/02/21-weeks-baby-boy.html' title='21 weeks - baby boy!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S32DwBQ9icI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9bl-z9YPm_4/s72-c/2-18-10+096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7816928368761633489</id><published>2010-01-15T22:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:40:40.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S1FO5qh3kpI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SJxQVUZq5OQ/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427205778534011538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S1FO5qh3kpI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SJxQVUZq5OQ/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S1FO5DGDKSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fvUb0qiaOQU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427205767948347682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S1FO5DGDKSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fvUb0qiaOQU/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a little while since I've posted... first steps and first 4 teeth have happened since the last post.  He started walking at 13 months but now in the last 2 weeks has he started preferring to walk.  And he wants to walk everywhere!  We've had a lot of fun the last few days in our yard and neighborhood.  The pictures below were taken in Kansas (where it was pretty cold).  We've been hanging out in 70+ degrees in our balmy CA winter.  He loves to wander and explore, inspect plants and pick up random leaves, rocks and sticks.  He also loves to pick lemons off our meyer lemon tree.  I wish I could spell out how he says lemon... but I'd have to type a key that means: "stick our your tongue while saying it."  It's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S1FO4iQe9XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0oKFQQJFauU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427205759133742450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S1FO4iQe9XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/0oKFQQJFauU/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7816928368761633489?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7816928368761633489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7816928368761633489' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7816928368761633489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7816928368761633489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2010/01/15-months.html' title='15 months'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/S1FO5qh3kpI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SJxQVUZq5OQ/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6869986410233548050</id><published>2009-10-26T20:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:24:21.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon's such a good daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm-PATZXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DQvpWk_B9Ow/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397114422815843698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm-PATZXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DQvpWk_B9Ow/s200/silas+10-18-09+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                silas is a little cheeseball sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm9lGrzhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HAOVCW0oZZE/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397114411568320018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm9lGrzhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/HAOVCW0oZZE/s200/silas+10-18-09+084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       mmm... good cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm9QLBsAI/AAAAAAAAAco/GLk4gcCZc-I/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397114405949386754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm9QLBsAI/AAAAAAAAAco/GLk4gcCZc-I/s200/silas+10-18-09+112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                Silas's known love of phones scored him 3 play phones for his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm8qPVZoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/uRBQrokKwOY/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397114395766908546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm8qPVZoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/uRBQrokKwOY/s200/silas+10-18-09+139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    just silas &amp;amp; his dad hanging out &amp;amp; looking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6869986410233548050?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6869986410233548050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6869986410233548050' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6869986410233548050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6869986410233548050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/10/brandons-such-good-daddy.html' title='Brandon&apos;s such a good daddy'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SuZm-PATZXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DQvpWk_B9Ow/s72-c/silas+10-18-09+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5039897240207194660</id><published>2009-10-19T21:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:25:40.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07kOdk4fI/AAAAAAAAAcY/H2FQHxDhP6w/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394533422203199986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07kOdk4fI/AAAAAAAAAcY/H2FQHxDhP6w/s200/silas+10-18-09+132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07jkacqUI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/iwd0azPk_eA/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394533410915789122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07jkacqUI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/iwd0azPk_eA/s200/silas+10-18-09+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07irovfoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NhK_Nrf-9Xc/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394533395674922626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07irovfoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/NhK_Nrf-9Xc/s200/silas+10-18-09+071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07iPjHNfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fVyraTLjzgs/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394533388135118322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07iPjHNfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/fVyraTLjzgs/s200/silas+10-18-09+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07hksXK1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/mAH7XjrV7Wk/s1600-h/silas+10-18-09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394533376631188306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07hksXK1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/mAH7XjrV7Wk/s200/silas+10-18-09+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Silas turned 1 year old last week and we celebrated in big style. First off, all his grandparents flew in for the weekend! We had a GOOD time together. We visited a goat farm and the farmer's market. And we got ready for his party! A pound cake made into the shape of a car; homemade ice cream &amp;amp; fresh CA strawberries. Friends and a pinata in the shape of "1" taller than him. Gifts and finally, a visit to a pumpkin patch. whew. It was a full and fun weekend. We showered him with attention and love and hugs. He enjoyed it all. He's so much fun. He enjoys giving "zerberts" (is that what you call them?) on bellies, arms &amp;amp; necks. And he's obsessed with cars. He could just hang out in a car for quite a while. He also is extremely talkative and seems quite motivated to communicate. I wish I could understand more but there are quite a few things I do get. Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5039897240207194660?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5039897240207194660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5039897240207194660' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5039897240207194660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5039897240207194660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-birthday.html' title='First birthday!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/St07kOdk4fI/AAAAAAAAAcY/H2FQHxDhP6w/s72-c/silas+10-18-09+132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3563993795679001311</id><published>2009-10-04T20:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:24:24.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 1/2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sslv_XYuIpI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vixPZKBG5VI/s1600-h/silas+9-21-09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388961563525653138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sslv_XYuIpI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vixPZKBG5VI/s200/silas+9-21-09+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SslvdvwMJEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TxorJeNbJP8/s1600-h/silas+9-21-09+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388960985950987330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SslvdvwMJEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TxorJeNbJP8/s200/silas+9-21-09+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388960976966760930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SslvdOSLueI/AAAAAAAAAbg/y32SrBx4_Ms/s200/silas+9-21-09+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SslvcIpXmMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DRV8OUjs1f4/s1600-h/summer+09+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388960958273525954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SslvcIpXmMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DRV8OUjs1f4/s200/summer+09+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silas is a crazy little almost 1 yr old! We can't believe that his birthday is less than 2 weeks away. We think he is the best little guy in the whole world but I have to admit that he also has quite a large fan club.  Here's a bit more about his recent "doings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is OBSESSED with cars.  It's "ckaa" this and that. and sometimes, it's just plain "ckaa, ckaa, ckaa" (kind of like we say "blah blah blah").  When a car drives by our house, he points to the window and tells us that he noticed with a big fat "CKAA".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves dogs and birds and any other animal (we had a lot of fun at the LA County Fair when the sheep liked licking his toes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He signs "all done" when he's finished eating and applies the principle to other situations.  His "all done" sign also looks a lot like his wave good-bye and his waving at the fireplace or stereo (things he's not supposed to touch).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is learning the art of entertaining guests.  When he notices that people are laughing at him, he smiles and also starts laughing loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He isn't walking yet but madly, fastly crawling everywhere.  We try to get him to free-stand but he's a little cautious about that, too. This surprises us since he seemed so interested and intent on walking a couple months ago.  We'll see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gives us the best hugs!  Brandon started a long time ago giving him big bear hugs and making a squeezing noise when he's doing it.  Silas has started squeezing us and his stuffed animals the same way.  It's really cute.  He also still tackles his stuffed animals.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next pictures - birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3563993795679001311?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3563993795679001311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3563993795679001311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3563993795679001311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3563993795679001311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/10/11-12-months.html' title='11 1/2 months'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sslv_XYuIpI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vixPZKBG5VI/s72-c/silas+9-21-09+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-8791712470978605760</id><published>2009-08-04T21:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:41:10.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 1/2 months already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLlWbwtaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XZ1u6dO55sA/s1600-h/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333167293740450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLlWbwtaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XZ1u6dO55sA/s200/IMG_1106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLky_70gI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MuN8QEZHVBs/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333157781787138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLky_70gI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MuN8QEZHVBs/s200/IMG_1111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLkbn6_8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/NyhvI9DBnaY/s1600-h/IMG_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333151507054530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLkbn6_8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/NyhvI9DBnaY/s200/IMG_1094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLj4ajY4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/PsRY1b5fOvo/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333142055740290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLj4ajY4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/PsRY1b5fOvo/s200/IMG_1093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLjS4owAI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z0yXVx-bxVE/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333131981373442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLjS4owAI/AAAAAAAAAao/Z0yXVx-bxVE/s200/IMG_1091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time flies! Our little man is getting so big and grown up. And he's so much fun. We laugh at him many times each day. One of our favorite activities of his is when he tackles his stuffed animals.  He gets a crawling "run" and just levels them or gently hugs them.  It's really cute.  He's recently been practicing waving and clapping. And he's been working on his sounds - specifically "aduh" and "ufaah" and "abob." He looks so intently sometimes while he's telling us very serious things. He's been eating all sorts of things but enjoying blueberries and cherries and watermelon the most. He still likes avocadoes and also thinks my cooked egg yolk in plain yogurt mix is quite delicious (he doesn't know that most people don't eat egg flavored yogurt!) Here are a few pictures from the last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-8791712470978605760?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/8791712470978605760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=8791712470978605760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8791712470978605760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8791712470978605760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/08/9-12-months-already.html' title='9 1/2 months already?'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SnkLlWbwtaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XZ1u6dO55sA/s72-c/IMG_1106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6071671293685802070</id><published>2009-06-26T20:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:47:09.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie's second birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SkWV9DPReFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rfSb7PBaLHU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351848608273627218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SkWV9DPReFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rfSb7PBaLHU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SkWV8-05c_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/XJdAYr9hJ-0/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351848607089259506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SkWV8-05c_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/XJdAYr9hJ-0/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Addie would have turned 2 years old. I don't really feel up to writing much right now but I wanted to acknowledge her birthday on our blog. Two years ago tonight we were home in our apartment in Riverside without her. Our friends had left after bringing and eating dinner with us. And my parents were on their way to CA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hope was and is in Jesus. He walked with us through each step. Our pain was deep, real, intense, relentless and at an enormous size. But there was and is hope and joy even inside of that pain. Yesterday and today, we are sad. We've cried and probably had much less capacity for the normal stresses of living. We feel heavy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, we went out on a date (sushi) and then got a piece of cake at a Mexican bakery. We went to Starbucks and split the cake and talked. Today, we went to the beach with Silas and had fun. We took pictures, talked, prayed and walked Silas into the waves. We had taken Addie's ashes and scattered them in the ocean 2 years ago so the beach felt like a good place to be today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss our baby girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6071671293685802070?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6071671293685802070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6071671293685802070' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6071671293685802070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6071671293685802070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/06/addies-second-birthday.html' title='Addie&apos;s second birthday'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SkWV9DPReFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rfSb7PBaLHU/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2206917582022338338</id><published>2009-06-08T21:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:24:00.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little farmer @ 7 1/2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3uuTUuWRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/BQU9p2djOsc/s1600-h/IMG_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345190811987237138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3uuTUuWRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/BQU9p2djOsc/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3utywY0_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pcL5bCjM24E/s1600-h/IMG_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345190803244897266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3utywY0_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pcL5bCjM24E/s320/IMG_0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3utqahYiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SOe2kaW4eFg/s1600-h/IMG_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345190801005699618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3utqahYiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/SOe2kaW4eFg/s320/IMG_0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3utca3cpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jhf3tZnxWjI/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345190797249049234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3utca3cpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jhf3tZnxWjI/s320/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3utMFytCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZyWbE0jCFEw/s1600-h/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345190792865690658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3utMFytCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZyWbE0jCFEw/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's some pics of Silas in our backyard last week.  Brandon's extensive garden is busy growing and doing well!  We have already eaten some tomatoes, zucchini, ground cherries, onions and 2 green beans.  Silas has to go outside with us daily to check everything out.  He is SO much fun and ready to go.  Last night when I was getting him ready for bed, he started crawling. He headed out of his room, down the hall, through the dining room and entrance-way and to the front door.  Then, I picked him up to his feet and he walked out the front door and down the driveway.  He was ready to go somewhere!  He loved his aunt &amp;amp; uncle and cousins that visited this past weekend.  I think maybe last night he was going to go find them (they had gone back home to WI). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2206917582022338338?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2206917582022338338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2206917582022338338' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2206917582022338338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2206917582022338338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-little-farmer-7-12-months.html' title='Our little farmer @ 7 1/2 months'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Si3uuTUuWRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/BQU9p2djOsc/s72-c/IMG_0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6915504786614855239</id><published>2009-05-15T22:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:27:55.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months - the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5Ou64Zy6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/dWSLSjkM5MA/s1600-h/from+cork+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336289176467393442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5Ou64Zy6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/dWSLSjkM5MA/s320/from+cork+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5OupsX--I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PFu0h9v26mo/s1600-h/from+cork+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336289171853540322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5OupsX--I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PFu0h9v26mo/s320/from+cork+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5OuqK20nI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6Hk3VTgzGS4/s1600-h/from+cork+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336289171981390450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5OuqK20nI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6Hk3VTgzGS4/s320/from+cork+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5OuY6vnJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/z6erMJx1_Fk/s1600-h/from+cork+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336289167350406290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5OuY6vnJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/z6erMJx1_Fk/s320/from+cork+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5OuK_MkoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y1MThiGlJck/s1600-h/from+cork+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336289163610985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5OuK_MkoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Y1MThiGlJck/s320/from+cork+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6915504786614855239?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6915504786614855239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6915504786614855239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6915504786614855239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6915504786614855239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/05/7-months-beach.html' title='7 months - the beach'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sg5Ou64Zy6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/dWSLSjkM5MA/s72-c/from+cork+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-243940346879438435</id><published>2009-05-10T16:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:51:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sgd2c2YO9aI/AAAAAAAAAXw/30QSfFweZcE/s1600-h/bk44x6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334362521649214882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sgd2c2YO9aI/AAAAAAAAAXw/30QSfFweZcE/s320/bk44x6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sgdq97yQXSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Q7QvXy0nBcE/s1600-h/from+cork+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334349895896685858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sgdq97yQXSI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Q7QvXy0nBcE/s320/from+cork+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two years ago, Brandon &amp;amp; I had just moved to Riverside and I was almost 9 months pregnant on Mother's Day. Brandon took me out for breakfast and we talked about becoming Addie's parents soon. It was a nice morning together at Mr. T's (which isn't your typical Mother's Day brunch spot but we didn't know many places in Riverside yet.) Last year, I was about 5 months pregnant with Silas. We went to this great little French spot for breakfast and also talked about parenthood. Today, I woke up to little sounds from our little man and went to greet and feed Silas on another day. I also held him while he slept in my arms during church and as I sang to him before his naps. He sucked on my knees and spit up banana goo in my hand and pulled my hair and babbled meme and bebe and haa. I am so thankful for him and gave him at least a hundred kisses today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how familiar you are with the stories of Hannah and Mary in the Bible. Both women wrote a prayer or song to God after having their first sons. I respect both of these women in the Bible for their lives of faith in God. One woman anticipated greatly the birth of her baby; the other probably faced motherhood with more trepidation. However both of them honored the Lord by entrusting their own lives and their sons' lives to Him. Both gave God glory and the credit for their sons. I thought after having Silas that I could mimic these women by writing my own prayer to God. My prayer isn't Scripture like theirs; I'm simply copying their acts of thankfulness and praise to God. I wrote this 3 months ago and decided to share it with you today. (If you want to check out their song/prayer, take a look at 1 Samuel 2:1-11 and Luke 1:46-55).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is True and Faithful; Good and Perfect in all His ways. He helps those who are sorrowful and is near the brokenhearted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sees all; knows all; hears the cries of His people and upholds and supplies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand your ways but I choose You. I love and believe in You. You are worth much more than all the world contains. I am grateful for Jesus, who died and justly, perfectly and completely covered my sin with His blood. Jesus, You also died for my sweet Adella and strong little man, Silas. Thank you You that they don't have to work or earn the pleasure of being forever united with You. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have changed me through grief. I am now familiar with suffering and You have formed and are making me into a different woman. I trust and believe that it was for my good and Your glory that You gave and then took our Addie and our unknown and unseen second one. I would never have chosen this road and I still hate the pain. But I look and run to You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In grief, You reminded me to still stand in awe of You, to not forget that You alone are God. Holy. Just. Perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You, God for Your lovingkindness and patience toward me. Thank You for revealing Yourself to me. Thank You for I know that Addie is perfectly content and happy. And as I wait to see her again, You comfort me and are with me. Thank You also for giving me a son to love and hold and raise. I am amazed at his life and breath. Love, Kristin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-243940346879438435?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/243940346879438435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=243940346879438435' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/243940346879438435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/243940346879438435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Sgd2c2YO9aI/AAAAAAAAAXw/30QSfFweZcE/s72-c/bk44x6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4740585732943169124</id><published>2009-04-21T21:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:54:59.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6g70bjJII/AAAAAAAAAXA/TWTYEBkzRF0/s1600-h/silas+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327372358772794498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6g70bjJII/AAAAAAAAAXA/TWTYEBkzRF0/s320/silas+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6glYN96KI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gYdKNhEsKHc/s1600-h/silas+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327371973242513570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6glYN96KI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gYdKNhEsKHc/s320/silas+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6gk13rFII/AAAAAAAAAWw/VTUGoQGEhKY/s1600-h/silas+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327371964022199426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6gk13rFII/AAAAAAAAAWw/VTUGoQGEhKY/s320/silas+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6gkmrHtkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/btKkAz0N0XY/s1600-h/silas+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327371959943018050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6gkmrHtkI/AAAAAAAAAWo/btKkAz0N0XY/s320/silas+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6gkQr8WvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2_wbU0q6mFY/s1600-h/silas+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327371954040888050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6gkQr8WvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2_wbU0q6mFY/s320/silas+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6gkHuDXKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GkChaRoClHQ/s1600-h/silas+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327371951633816738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6gkHuDXKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/GkChaRoClHQ/s320/silas+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silas is now over 6 months old.  It is hard to believe how fast time flies.  Not long ago he would fall asleep in our arms and rest so peacefully.  Now he is a crazy, loud, jumping, banging, little boy who likes to grab, push, and climb upon mom and dad.  He is constantly trying out new sounds and volumes.  We aren't really sure what got into him over the past week, but he has decided that it is time to start moving.  He now rolls over from stomach to back and back to stomach, he gets up on his knees and rocks back and forth trying to figure out how to crawl, he scoots around whether he is on his back or stomach, and he loves to stand and hold on to things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is our little california boy who loves avocados.  I fed him some tonight and he about jumped out of the highchair trying to get it in his mouth faster, faster, faster.  He is a lot of fun and we really enjoy every stage that comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4740585732943169124?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4740585732943169124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4740585732943169124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4740585732943169124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4740585732943169124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Se6g70bjJII/AAAAAAAAAXA/TWTYEBkzRF0/s72-c/silas+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2886096332924660432</id><published>2009-03-25T21:04:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:22:37.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsK9_b53hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tdxUZCOnFdI/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317355845157772818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsK9_b53hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tdxUZCOnFdI/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsK9aEx4vI/AAAAAAAAAWA/07SsVIccFbE/s1600-h/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317355835128668914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsK9aEx4vI/AAAAAAAAAWA/07SsVIccFbE/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsK8nTl19I/AAAAAAAAAV4/-mY0FjcuPZE/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317355821500585938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsK8nTl19I/AAAAAAAAAV4/-mY0FjcuPZE/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsKOkSgFbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/l6CO5yd-W3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317355030416725426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsKOkSgFbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/l6CO5yd-W3Q/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsKOJLo7yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HrM62NFjW6E/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317355023140187938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsKOJLo7yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HrM62NFjW6E/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsKN9-MzGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5qQB0_nwQSI/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317355020131028066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsKN9-MzGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5qQB0_nwQSI/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silas is just getting more fun every day! He loves to jump, watch people, look at books and suck on his toes. Some days he's really quiet and just breathes faster or slower depending on the level of excitement. Others, he screeches so loud and talks nonstop. He also enjoys sitting on the front porch and watching cars drive by. He hears every sound and notices everything! He makes friends easily by giving huge toothless grins. He learned how to turn the pages of books and knows to look at the person in a group who is currently talking. He ate rice cereal yesterday for the first time and seemed to like it! He has slept from 7pm to 7am the last 4 nights. He LOVEs it when his daddy spins him in circles. And he just visited UCR last week for the first time. He only rolls over from his tummy to his back. But lately, his feet have started climbing up things. He stares at cameras and phones and computers. Brandon says that dressing him is like trying to dress a squirrel. He's the spitty-up-ist baby I've ever met but doesn't mind one bit if his neck is constantly wet. He often has 2 fingers in his mouth and drips drool constantly. I sing him a hymn before naptime and he has just started "singing" along with me. He gets called: buddy or little buddy, stinky, mogley, little guy, big boy, stinker, monkey boy, buster and dude. Here are some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2886096332924660432?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2886096332924660432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2886096332924660432' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2886096332924660432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2886096332924660432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-months.html' title='5 months!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ScsK9_b53hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tdxUZCOnFdI/s72-c/IMG_0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3290119407462039439</id><published>2009-02-05T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:16:56.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 1/2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlLAYj01I/AAAAAAAAAUs/DHgVuYwQws8/s1600-h/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299440626287498066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlLAYj01I/AAAAAAAAAUs/DHgVuYwQws8/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlKq7WvQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6AKJU3cthFU/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299440620527860994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlKq7WvQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6AKJU3cthFU/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlJYDmYeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/a3CwFFlRaow/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299440598282297826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlJYDmYeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/a3CwFFlRaow/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlIzW0FeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V1tNGNuHklI/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299440588430775778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlIzW0FeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V1tNGNuHklI/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlI-OIYLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QKC-r-J2yOU/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299440591347146930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlI-OIYLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QKC-r-J2yOU/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3290119407462039439?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3290119407462039439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3290119407462039439' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3290119407462039439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3290119407462039439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-12-months.html' title='3 1/2 months'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SYtlLAYj01I/AAAAAAAAAUs/DHgVuYwQws8/s72-c/IMG_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7686847215282023080</id><published>2009-01-20T21:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:04:19.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SXap-xjLxkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sEHPR02XXkk/s1600-h/silas+and+others+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293605307938489922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SXap-xjLxkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sEHPR02XXkk/s320/silas+and+others+173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little man is 3 months + 1 week old.  He is a busy guy who currently loves to stand up on his feet and be tall.  He is an active little boy and is always wanting to look around and see what is around him.  We're working hard in getting him solid weight gains each week (he's currently under the 5th percentile on the growth charts).  And last week, he gained 8 ounces which is his record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are absolutely loving being his dad and mom.  He definitely is breaking us in as new parents and we're learning a lot every day.  We love to see his new tricks, hear his beautiful voice and watch him get excited about life.  We also enjoy working together at figuring things out as parents.  We don't know what we're doing most of the time but it's good to be clueless together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that I'd love being a mom.  But I never knew that I would get to be Silas's mom.  I also have moments and days when I wonder what I've gotten myself into.  I get frustrated, sad, worried and irrational.  I also am overcome with awe and thankfulness in watching and raising Silas.  Thanks again for your prayers and love.  Silas is a blessed boy to have such a community of people around him who love him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SXap-dOeqII/AAAAAAAAAT4/kHiQPPQlCIM/s1600-h/silas+and+others+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293605302482937986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SXap-dOeqII/AAAAAAAAAT4/kHiQPPQlCIM/s320/silas+and+others+161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SXap92Jp1FI/AAAAAAAAATw/tRUTgbghnSY/s1600-h/silas+and+others+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293605291993715794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SXap92Jp1FI/AAAAAAAAATw/tRUTgbghnSY/s320/silas+and+others+151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7686847215282023080?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7686847215282023080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7686847215282023080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7686847215282023080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7686847215282023080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-months.html' title='3 months!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SXap-xjLxkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/sEHPR02XXkk/s72-c/silas+and+others+173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7796204429657504500</id><published>2009-01-03T16:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:54:17.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silas's first Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7cG0g1BI/AAAAAAAAATo/x6x4erw4DXs/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287220947842028562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7cG0g1BI/AAAAAAAAATo/x6x4erw4DXs/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Christmas in Kansas with Brandon's family. Silas met his uncle, aunt &amp;amp; cousin Ohli (pictured below&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7bqLQ8NI/AAAAAAAAATg/FDbjXWNLfaE/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287220940152828114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7bqLQ8NI/AAAAAAAAATg/FDbjXWNLfaE/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and born just 6 weeks after Silas).  He also met his great-grandparents and some great-uncles and aunts.  He had quite the social life.  We are having a lot of fun watching him grow and change.  We'll post more soon but wanted to get these pictures out.  Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7bLj89lI/AAAAAAAAATY/5-Gu-7Yyu5w/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287220931934877266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7bLj89lI/AAAAAAAAATY/5-Gu-7Yyu5w/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7ajZuOMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/X8XLcDyUhHM/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287220921154549954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7ajZuOMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/X8XLcDyUhHM/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7796204429657504500?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7796204429657504500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7796204429657504500' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7796204429657504500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7796204429657504500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2009/01/silass-first-christmas.html' title='Silas&apos;s first Christmas'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SV_7cG0g1BI/AAAAAAAAATo/x6x4erw4DXs/s72-c/IMG_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6733559506921799495</id><published>2008-12-14T19:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:23:48.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW_c-AZROI/AAAAAAAAATI/N73S1EUCQTg/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279836642563671266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW_c-AZROI/AAAAAAAAATI/N73S1EUCQTg/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW_cr6zxII/AAAAAAAAATA/1CuQAaOTlig/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279836637708403842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW_cr6zxII/AAAAAAAAATA/1CuQAaOTlig/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW9yBGVskI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CJDK4ztWFjo/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW9xkhbRMI/AAAAAAAAASw/LjcWne_BqJk/s1600-h/more+silas+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834797476889794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW9xkhbRMI/AAAAAAAAASw/LjcWne_BqJk/s320/more+silas+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW9wy0CJjI/AAAAAAAAASo/pQnb6-Ol_SU/s1600-h/more+silas+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834784133162546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW9wy0CJjI/AAAAAAAAASo/pQnb6-Ol_SU/s320/more+silas+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW9wO9KviI/AAAAAAAAASg/frCzFw20J78/s1600-h/more+silas+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279834774507798050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW9wO9KviI/AAAAAAAAASg/frCzFw20J78/s320/more+silas+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6733559506921799495?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6733559506921799495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6733559506921799495' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6733559506921799495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6733559506921799495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-months-old.html' title='2 Months Old'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SUW_c-AZROI/AAAAAAAAATI/N73S1EUCQTg/s72-c/IMG_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-8140856757153866725</id><published>2008-11-29T12:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:11:21.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Way From Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgbLXG1FI/AAAAAAAAASY/TdHx8GLA7P0/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgbLXG1FI/AAAAAAAAASY/TdHx8GLA7P0/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274173027394180178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgaoMBq1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/JwEagRJzKog/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgaoMBq1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/JwEagRJzKog/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274173017952463698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and sis came to visit Silas (and us) a few weeks back.  He sure is a loved little guy to have so many people from so far away come to visit him.  There was no shortage of loving, holding, admiring, and more loving.  We enjoyed having them and they were a big help as we adjust to a more full life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgaN5HfPI/AAAAAAAAASI/wxniZAqZqA8/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgaN5HfPI/AAAAAAAAASI/wxniZAqZqA8/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274173010893831410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgZveSxdI/AAAAAAAAASA/YMy0AZj58qE/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgZveSxdI/AAAAAAAAASA/YMy0AZj58qE/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274173002728261074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgZfIopjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EBUa-sZ39Cw/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgZfIopjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EBUa-sZ39Cw/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274172998342452786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-8140856757153866725?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/8140856757153866725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=8140856757153866725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8140856757153866725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8140856757153866725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-way-from-kansas.html' title='All The Way From Kansas'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGgbLXG1FI/AAAAAAAAASY/TdHx8GLA7P0/s72-c/IMG_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-780369525398013800</id><published>2008-11-29T12:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:48:09.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Wisconsin and Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcLgkTeJI/AAAAAAAAARw/WBvu6WoLh-M/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcLgkTeJI/AAAAAAAAARw/WBvu6WoLh-M/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274168360162261138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcLH4I8TI/AAAAAAAAARo/9SQbSbqXiWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcLH4I8TI/AAAAAAAAARo/9SQbSbqXiWQ/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274168353534570802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcKtGcPJI/AAAAAAAAARg/dqRuqHuD32M/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcKtGcPJI/AAAAAAAAARg/dqRuqHuD32M/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274168346346798226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcKBUUqcI/AAAAAAAAARY/ztj2j-rvfzI/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcKBUUqcI/AAAAAAAAARY/ztj2j-rvfzI/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274168334593862082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcJ0epv2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/O9EzzrM60EI/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcJ0epv2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/O9EzzrM60EI/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274168331147525986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did it.  We survived our first major trip with Silas.  We flew to Chicago with a layover in Phoenix and back again.  We prayed that Silas would travel well and the Lord answered our prayer.  We didn't really even hear a peep out of him the entire way there or the entire way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Chicago he got to head deep into the land of cheese, Wisconsin.  He met many of his relatives for the first time and got to stay with Nana and Papa for a week.  While there he learned how to roll from his stomach to his back... got to enjoy his first experience with constipation... developed his lungs as he seems to be able to cry louder now... and practiced his smile a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-780369525398013800?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/780369525398013800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=780369525398013800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/780369525398013800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/780369525398013800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-wisconsin-and-back.html' title='To Wisconsin and Back'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/STGcLgkTeJI/AAAAAAAAARw/WBvu6WoLh-M/s72-c/IMG_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-708207238959691819</id><published>2008-11-01T18:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:44:31.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 1/2 weeks old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0DQQGS3VI/AAAAAAAAARA/AIEabO-7oyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263867117200137554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0DQQGS3VI/AAAAAAAAARA/AIEabO-7oyQ/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0DALSsRjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qbcIk9XoCQE/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866841032050226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0DALSsRjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qbcIk9XoCQE/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello all.  Here are some more pictures of our little mister.  He's doing well and we're learning new things every day as parents.  I haven't written anything here on our blog since the day I delivered Silas.  It's been quite the 2 1/2 weeks.  I am in love with our son.  I am so thankful to God for the gift of his life.  I am overwhelmed sometimes in realizing that I get to be his mommy.  I've also been completely overwhelmed other times with the "what am I doing?" new mommy feelings.  These first days have been intense!  There is much to figure out with sleeping, nursing, weight gain, cries and just other regular mommy concerns. I have been enjoying it all and also dealing with sleep deprivation and hormones...  ahh, the normal-ness of it all.  Thank you so much for praying for us all.  I read this again today and thought how it's true for me as well as for Elizabeth (John's mother whom this verse is written of in Luke 1:58): "Her neighbors and relatives heard that the Lord had shown her great mercy, and they shared her joy."  Thank you for sharing in our joy in receiving Silas into our family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures were all taken within the last week or so.  My parents, Nana and Papa Wichmann visited us and met Silas. They also helped us greatly.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0C_rdbfGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_y9vq3Q5zZY/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866832487152738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0C_rdbfGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_y9vq3Q5zZY/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0C_TST3BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cb7FFIhDkhw/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866825998064658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0C_TST3BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cb7FFIhDkhw/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0C-qsHS6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jRscWNCCda0/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866815100439458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0C-qsHS6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jRscWNCCda0/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0C-NP4tqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yzpIRhmoWHU/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263866807197415074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0C-NP4tqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yzpIRhmoWHU/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0BsNOXlPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K0OKsDqapaE/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263865398441776370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0BsNOXlPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K0OKsDqapaE/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-708207238959691819?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/708207238959691819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=708207238959691819' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/708207238959691819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/708207238959691819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-12-weeks-old.html' title='2 1/2 weeks old'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SQ0DQQGS3VI/AAAAAAAAARA/AIEabO-7oyQ/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2877518488680100652</id><published>2008-10-22T15:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:11:29.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithful brother'/><title type='text'>From Silas's Dad</title><content type='html'>I got to meet my son just over a week ago and I am one proud dad.  I love him so very much and have savored these days.  There is nothing quite like having your own child sleep peacefully on his dad's chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to share some of why we chose the name Silas Michael Crouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First of all, we just like the sound of the name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We chose Michael as a middle name as it was my father's name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silas is a greek name and means "man of the forest."  How cool is that?  He is indeed my little man of the forest.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silas is also a biblical name... he was one of three main men who traveled with Paul on his missionary journies.  Here are a few verses that give insight into who Silas was.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Then the apostles and elders, with the whole church, decided to choose some of their own men and send them to Antioch with Paul and Barnabas.  They chose Judas (called Barsabbas) and Silas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;two men who were leaders among the brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." - Acts 15:22&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So we all agreed to choose some men and send them to you with our dear friends Barnabas and Paul - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;men who have risked their lives for the name of our Lord Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Therefore we are sending Judas and Silas to confirm by word of mouth what we are writing." - Acts 15:25-27&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Judas and Silas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;who themselves were prophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said much to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;strengthen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the brothers." - Acts 15:32&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paul chose Silas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and left, commended by the brothers to the grace of the Lord.  He went through Syria and Cilicia, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;strengthening the churches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." - Acts 15:40-41&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silas also accompanied Paul while in Philippi where they were beaten and thrown into prison for the sake of the gospel.  They were sitting in their cell, bloody from their beatings, praying and singing hymns to god.  It is an amazing story and by the end of the evening the jailor and his entire family were baptized and believed in Christ.  - Acts 16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"With the help of Silas, whom I regard as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;faithful brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i have written to you briefly..." - I Peter 5:12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are all things that I have and will continue to pray for this little man of the forest that God has given us.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2877518488680100652?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2877518488680100652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2877518488680100652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2877518488680100652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2877518488680100652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-silass-dad.html' title='From Silas&apos;s Dad'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4479468545669412566</id><published>2008-10-19T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:28:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaSTjuabI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vyUvKaBD0Vo/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259036997907802546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaSTjuabI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vyUvKaBD0Vo/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaTG907PI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d4-4-3KfPBI/s1600-h/ucr+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259037011707489522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaTG907PI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d4-4-3KfPBI/s320/ucr+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaTttFLLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bRVSqDfj3pI/s1600-h/ucr+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259037022106234034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaTttFLLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bRVSqDfj3pI/s320/ucr+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaUMevtyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AaA5tqmkgec/s1600-h/ucr+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259037030367606562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaUMevtyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AaA5tqmkgec/s320/ucr+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaUg7gv5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ueY40TTyyEM/s1600-h/ucr+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259037035856969618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaUg7gv5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ueY40TTyyEM/s320/ucr+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4479468545669412566?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4479468545669412566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4479468545669412566' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4479468545669412566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4479468545669412566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvaSTjuabI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vyUvKaBD0Vo/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3954865678200538498</id><published>2008-10-19T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:50:40.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silas Crouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Crouch'/><title type='text'>What  A Cute Little Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVhwahmII/AAAAAAAAALY/eQooxauFuEA/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259031765793740930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVhwahmII/AAAAAAAAALY/eQooxauFuEA/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvViT6XwsI/AAAAAAAAALg/DyCdcQkjLKA/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259031775322555074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvViT6XwsI/AAAAAAAAALg/DyCdcQkjLKA/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVjatfuzI/AAAAAAAAALo/Tp7Iq4GpZvg/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259031794327468850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVjatfuzI/AAAAAAAAALo/Tp7Iq4GpZvg/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVkOiZM1I/AAAAAAAAALw/wCERtGUZA7M/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259031808239547218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVkOiZM1I/AAAAAAAAALw/wCERtGUZA7M/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVklGxS7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/k9D7QOSezyM/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259031814297701298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVklGxS7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/k9D7QOSezyM/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3954865678200538498?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3954865678200538498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3954865678200538498' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3954865678200538498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3954865678200538498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-cute-little-man.html' title='What  A Cute Little Man'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPvVhwahmII/AAAAAAAAALY/eQooxauFuEA/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6012086690944721255</id><published>2008-10-18T11:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:50:16.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Long Awaited Son - Silas</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-8831266554498390207&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still amazed as I look at this video.  This was taken probably 20 minutes or so after little Silas was born.  As you can see he is a healthy and alert little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6012086690944721255?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6012086690944721255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6012086690944721255' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6012086690944721255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6012086690944721255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-long-awaited-son-silas.html' title='Our Long Awaited Son - Silas'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1230060161405450965</id><published>2008-10-17T18:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:27:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Silas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5yNKBJaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1SFFJQ4JqTA/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258297574619686306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5yNKBJaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1SFFJQ4JqTA/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He arrived at 2:30pm on October 14th.  This was taken just moments after he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5yqzMk1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Cai86g3A9kQ/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258297582577029970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5yqzMk1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Cai86g3A9kQ/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our good looking little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5y2qOOFI/AAAAAAAAALA/rH8oIrkqD5E/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258297585760614482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5y2qOOFI/AAAAAAAAALA/rH8oIrkqD5E/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Catching some Southern California sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5zd_sv4I/AAAAAAAAALI/SLPtIZy-x8I/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258297596319678338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5zd_sv4I/AAAAAAAAALI/SLPtIZy-x8I/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is hard work being born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5zjqQ5xI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vMbxWt5x0sU/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258297597840385810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5zjqQ5xI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vMbxWt5x0sU/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silas weighed in at 5 lbs 10 oz.  He is 19" long.  As you can see, he kinda got lost in his car seat.  We got home today around 3:00pm and it feels great.  We are so thankful for all the prayers of our friends and family.  God has blessed us with a wonderful little son and we are hoping/praying that he will gain weight quickly and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1230060161405450965?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1230060161405450965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1230060161405450965' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1230060161405450965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1230060161405450965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-silas.html' title='Here&apos;s Silas'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPk5yNKBJaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1SFFJQ4JqTA/s72-c/IMG_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6495106467124006672</id><published>2008-10-16T11:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:42:07.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silas Michael Crouch</title><content type='html'>Silas made his appearance on Tuesday, October 14th at 2:30p.m.  Everything went well; he was born at 5lbs. 10oz. and 19 inches.  We are so thankful to God for him and are having fun!  It's nice to have a baby to hold.  We thought we'd be home from the hospital to put pictures up, but we're staying an extra night or two until he gets his feeding down (and he gets fattened up).  We'll post pictures as soon as we can!  Thank you for all your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6495106467124006672?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6495106467124006672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6495106467124006672' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6495106467124006672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6495106467124006672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/silas-michael-crouch.html' title='Silas Michael Crouch'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3195423785503170257</id><published>2008-10-13T11:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:47:50.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 weeks and induction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPOWmnyOO0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0QxegGWrqwo/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256710780330326850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPOWmnyOO0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0QxegGWrqwo/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be our last pre-baby post... my doctor scheduled me to be induced tomorrow, Tuesday, @ 4am. I'm still hoping that maybe I'll naturally go into labor on my own today but it's more likely that I'll be induced in the morning. The reason that my doctor wants to induce me is that our little guy is measuring a bit on the small side and they think it would be better to get our baby out sooner rather than later. Everything else appears normal and right. We would greatly appreciate your prayers for us today and tomorrow. I feel kind of "beyond" emotions - that I am trying to get through these days and simply don't have much extra capacity to feel everything or process much more than I already have. Please pray for our little guy's safe arrival - that he would be healthy and big enough. Pray for the induction - that it would all go smoothly and without complications. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3195423785503170257?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3195423785503170257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3195423785503170257' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3195423785503170257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3195423785503170257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/39-weeks-and-induction.html' title='39 weeks and induction'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SPOWmnyOO0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/0QxegGWrqwo/s72-c/IMG_0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7545122036921167847</id><published>2008-09-29T17:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:20:38.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost 37 weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SOF89621_RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ktgXGNfxM7s/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251616043703860498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SOF89621_RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ktgXGNfxM7s/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SOF8-Eit3II/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZST_Qs-_cYg/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251616046303796354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SOF8-Eit3II/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZST_Qs-_cYg/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SOF8-iBNpWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/H2vrmitSoKY/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251616054216336738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SOF8-iBNpWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/H2vrmitSoKY/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few more pictures. We painted these stripes in one of the corners of the baby room. They match the curtains and we like them although the project took a ridiculous amount of masking tape! I think our little guy will like gazing at them, too. And the picture of me is this past Friday - almost 37 weeks. I feel really good and am counting down the days. Tomorrow would be fine as long as our little boy is big enough! Yesterday, a few friends threw me a baby shower and I was overwhelmed with love and little tiny clothes. I also received a few fun childrens' books and some cute toys. I am thankful for my friends. Lastly, the little yellow-flowering tree was given to us on Addie's birthday this year. We planted it outside our bedroom and the nursery windows. It is so happy in the Riverside heat (yes, it's still hot here). It has been blooming ever since Brandon planted it. It's so pretty. We'll keep you posted in the upcoming and remainder weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7545122036921167847?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7545122036921167847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7545122036921167847' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7545122036921167847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7545122036921167847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/09/almost-37-weeks.html' title='almost 37 weeks...'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SOF89621_RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ktgXGNfxM7s/s72-c/IMG_0385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4696077500856799207</id><published>2008-09-10T16:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:11:42.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SMhh4nuENrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jVqGIfGxxg4/s1600-h/100_5071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244549391435708082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SMhh4nuENrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jVqGIfGxxg4/s320/100_5071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture we took today in our back yard (by our lemon tree). I continue to feel really good throughout this pregnancy. And finally, I can say and think that we're in the home stretch. I've been doing all the typical getting-ready-for-baby things: washing tiny little clothes, painting the nursery, looking at cribs, as well as trying to finish other projects that I know I won't get to after little mister arrives. But in the last few weeks, I've also felt the charged intensity of pregnancy #2 in the reality of the loss of Adella. I have felt sad, upset, overwhelmed, scared, jealous, paranoid, fatalistic, worn down and just plain emotional. I experienced something traumatic and terrifying when I went through labor and delivered a little girl that didn't have the oxygen she needed. It was a real and difficult experience. But I've realized, too, that many people make drastic and significantly terrible decisions based on difficult experiences. Marriages dissolve, sons/daughters break off relationships with their parents, people end their lives or take others' lives. I can either let my experience rule me and my way of thinking about the future. OR, I can allow the God of all who is kind, true, near and strong lead me and my way of thinking about the future. There is no doubt that Addie has changed me forever. And she definitely influences the way I look at this upcoming labor and birth. But God needs to dictate the reality of my world, not my former experience. I'm not sure that this will all make sense to you. It might sound strange or confusing. Feel free to comment or email me if you like. And also, pray for me, in these final weeks of pregnancy. Pray that I would trust Him, hope IN Him and love Him as I process, grieve, and deal with the range of thoughts and emotions that face me.  By the way, the last couple days have again felt lighter and freer.  I don't know why except that I believe God graciously gives relief and lightens burdens.  Thank you for praying for us and our little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4696077500856799207?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4696077500856799207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4696077500856799207' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4696077500856799207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4696077500856799207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/09/34-weeks.html' title='34 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SMhh4nuENrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jVqGIfGxxg4/s72-c/100_5071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7918756260097948136</id><published>2008-08-11T09:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:29:57.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>30 Weeks and Our Garden</title><content type='html'>I've started this blog entry a few times in my mind but haven't sat down to write anything until now.  I've thought of a few themes to write some creative summary blurb of my current thoughts but nothing has stuck.  So here's a glimpse into my fragmented head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to a gardener.  Brandon didn't really know this about himself until we owned our home in AZ and planted our first garden.  Since then, his love for growing various vegetables, raising fruit trees and creating landscapes has grown.  I've learned a few things about myself as well since then.   Like Brandon, I enjoy planting seeds and plants and watching them grow.  But unlike Brandon, I don't enjoy maintaining and helping, fertilizing and de-pesting plants.  I just want them to grow!  I forget to water things, thinking that they can probably wait another day or two (which doesn't work very well).  And I'm also very skeptical about plants; I'm pessimistic.  When I plant seeds in the soil, I often think: "There's not much of a chance for this.  How can it grow?"  (A side note: Brandon doesn't appreciate this type of "encouraging" conversation while we're gardening together).  But guess what?  God grows small seeds planted in ground whether or not I believe in it.  I've learned a lot the past few years and especially have considered in the last year that life and beauty and goodness is demonstrated in what's grown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has helped me this past year to see my life reflected in what He has made in creation.  I have seen symmetry, seasons, new life and death, beauty, fruit that fills, nourishes and is delicious, the blessing of labor and enjoyment in "working the land."  God has taught me much about faith and waiting through our garden.  As you know, seeds need water, nutrients in soil and sunlight.  With care from an attentive gardener, plants grow to display beauty in flowers and fruit to feed.  I see the patience necessary for the harvest and the joy (and the heartache) of the farmer.  And all these images/ideas are also spoken of by Jesus in the Bible.  The Word of God uses many analogies and pictures and stories of farmers and seeds and trees because we can see and learn from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have needed to look and see God in creation because I needed to see the stability and consistency and wonder of God.  He is somewhat of a mysterious God but He is also God Revealed.  He doesn't change or change His mind.  He is consistent and generous, beautiful and creative.  He allows/brings pain and trials but He also restores and renews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to have many mixed emotions as I continue to miss Addie and anticipate our son's arrival.  Many times, I'm simply tired of talking and thinking and waiting for a child to hold and raise.  But God has taught me much this past year through Brandon, our backyard and garden, and in observing God's huge creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7918756260097948136?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7918756260097948136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7918756260097948136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7918756260097948136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7918756260097948136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/08/30-weeks-and-our-garden.html' title='30 Weeks and Our Garden'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1974426738484521024</id><published>2008-07-16T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:51:28.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-iluj8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/FIlxTbmRmuE/s1600-h/100_4895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223746733140250562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-iluj8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/FIlxTbmRmuE/s200/100_4895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s1600-h/100_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s1600-h/100_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-0VOIZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VHKyAFlUqPo/s1600-h/100_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223746737902854546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-0VOIZI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VHKyAFlUqPo/s200/100_5063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s1600-h/100_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223746731608652338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s200/100_5011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last weekend was our 5th wedding anniversary!  We drove to CO for a friend's wedding and along the way and back, we camped at 2 national parks.  We had a great time.  So this is my official 26 week photo...  I'm still feeling really well throughout this pregnancy and am thankful for that.  My body doesn't seem to mind being pregnant too much!  It's fun to feel our little boy move and kick and turn each day.  He's big enough now that I can sometimes tell what body part is where.  Thanks to you all for your continued prayers and love.  I still feel like I have so much to process and live as loss has become part of my "normal."  We are excited to enter the 3rd trimester and get closer and closer to the day we welcome this little guy. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s1600-h/100_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s1600-h/100_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s1600-h/100_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s1600-h/100_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-c4kOjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/UB68aoOGPh4/s1600-h/100_5011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1974426738484521024?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1974426738484521024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1974426738484521024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1974426738484521024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1974426738484521024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/07/26-weeks.html' title='26 weeks!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SH55-iluj8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/FIlxTbmRmuE/s72-c/100_4895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7171325986272029230</id><published>2008-07-08T16:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:34:37.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July party</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220790641823452130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP5bYSSC-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/C5Qh5_MSLAI/s200/100_4853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP5DuUw1RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sYHd9t1ncsA/s1600-h/100_4853.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220785541754465490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP0yhDFLNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jJGetTx706k/s200/n559420388_3430321_4667.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP0ykM-iJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uKEeyf33jro/s1600-h/n559420388_3430314_5346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220785542601279634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP0ykM-iJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/uKEeyf33jro/s200/n559420388_3430314_5346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP0zadHDsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qWbtZ5BADoo/s1600-h/100_4874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220785557164461762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP0zadHDsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qWbtZ5BADoo/s200/100_4874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP0z02hsyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E50gghYd-cs/s1600-h/100_4870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220785564250387234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP0z02hsyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/E50gghYd-cs/s200/100_4870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I'm not very savvy on this blog thing... I don't know how to get the pictures next to one another... oh well. We had our first 4th of July party and around 40 people came. It was a lot of fun. Last year, the 4th of July was a sad day and I wasn't too eager to re-live it. Brandon's family always had/have a big bash and since we couldn't be in Kansas this year for the 4th, we decided to have our own. The first picture is of our back patio, ready for the crowd. There's also a picture of me and my good friend, Heather, who is pregnant with her 4th and is due just about the same exact time as me (and we're both having boys). The cake was Addie's birthday cake. My good friend, Amy, came over to our house on the 3rd to make it with me. I wanted to make Addie a birthday cake but wasn't sure I wanted to do it alone. Amy and I share a love of good recipes, yummy food and we've both suffered the loss of a baby. So she made what could have been a difficult night a really good time for the 2 of us. (Thanks, Amy). And the cake was DELICIOUS. We served it with homemade ice cream and it was just nice to have something honoring Addie at our party. Lastly, there's a picture of my best friend and the best husband (who looks like he's having a good time at the party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those of you who prayed us through the week with Addie's birthday and anniversary of her death. It was an intense time and I'm glad we've made it through it. We will celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary this weekend. We'll update more soon with a pregnancy picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7171325986272029230?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7171325986272029230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7171325986272029230' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7171325986272029230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7171325986272029230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-party.html' title='4th of July party'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SHP5bYSSC-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/C5Qh5_MSLAI/s72-c/100_4853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1509234660868499510</id><published>2008-06-25T16:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:23:36.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SGLQcRBYRvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GMgZRYyr6-E/s1600-h/100_4850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215960502472558322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SGLQcRBYRvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GMgZRYyr6-E/s320/100_4850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my journal, written this morning... We "should" be celebrating our precious, beautiful, first daughter's first birthday today.  We would have had a cake and let her stick her whole face in it (if she wanted).  We would have sung and maybe danced together and if she was walking, we'd chase her around.  We would have held her and prayed for her - thanking You for her first year and lifting up her second.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we're sitting here, just the two of us.  No Addie, for she's with You.  Yet I feel our son moving and kicking inside me.  God, what a strange life - so different and difficult. Yet You've carried me through faithfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a day I never expected to live.  In some ways, my life is more painful and difficult and scary and sad because of Addie.  And in other ways, my life is richer and deeper and truer and more beautiful because of Addie.  And this is the way it goes from here on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart breaks over and over.  Tears are my companion, always nearby, within a moment's reach.  My arms ache and my mind still wonders and struggles over: "What happened?"  I don't understand.  I miss her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hebrews 12:3,9 - "Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God...  How much more should we submit to the Father of our spirits and live."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above was taken in our back yard this afternoon.  I'm 23 weeks (the start of the 6th month) and feeling our little guy move around quite a bit.  We're standing in front of our garden, which is Brandon's pride and which also is a picture of life and faith to me.  The small yellow flowering tree next to us was a gift given to us by some friends yesterday in memory of Addie and out of love for us.  Thank you again and again to you all who have held us this year, cried with us, believed God alongside us and lifted us up in prayer.  We grieve and rejoice today for our Adella Mae.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1509234660868499510?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1509234660868499510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1509234660868499510' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1509234660868499510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1509234660868499510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/06/addies-first-birthday.html' title='Addie&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SGLQcRBYRvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GMgZRYyr6-E/s72-c/100_4850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7824655712004652410</id><published>2008-06-03T19:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:05:37.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SEYE0DVMIgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7a2XGKho7dQ/s1600-h/100_4846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207855311394447874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SEYE0DVMIgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7a2XGKho7dQ/s320/100_4846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see from the picture, we've entered baby blue land (vs. pink).  We found out yesterday at our 20 week ultrasound that I have a little man growing inside me!  Everything looked good on the ultrasound and we feel thankful to God, happy and relieved.  We're also thankful for all your prayers for us and our little one.  We look forward to meeting him sometime around the 20th of October.  We'll keep you posted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7824655712004652410?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7824655712004652410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7824655712004652410' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7824655712004652410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7824655712004652410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SEYE0DVMIgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7a2XGKho7dQ/s72-c/100_4846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5201070698468958301</id><published>2008-05-30T20:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:58:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 week pictures @ 20 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SEDLwFv652I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lFV5iZyQsIc/s1600-h/100_4806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206385196277622626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SEDLwFv652I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lFV5iZyQsIc/s320/100_4806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SEDLwVv653I/AAAAAAAAAG8/AbhmbZfNvD4/s1600-h/100_4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206385200572589938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SEDLwVv653I/AAAAAAAAAG8/AbhmbZfNvD4/s320/100_4817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello again.  These pictures were taken 2 weeks ago and I'm finally uploading them to show you.  On Monday, we have our ultrasound and we'll post the outcome... boy? or girl?  We're excited to find out.  But I'm afraid to go just because I fear bad news.  But God has been faithful and good.  And I know He will take care of me.  If you think of me on Monday, though, please pray that I would trust Him and not be afraid.  For He is with me!  Psalm 112:7 - "She will have no fear of bad news; her heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD.  Her heart is secure, she will have no fear." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5201070698468958301?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5201070698468958301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5201070698468958301' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5201070698468958301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5201070698468958301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/05/18-week-pictures-20-weeks.html' title='18 week pictures @ 20 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/SEDLwFv652I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lFV5iZyQsIc/s72-c/100_4806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-738495162578255439</id><published>2008-05-10T10:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:31:34.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago</title><content type='html'>One year ago today was our first day in Riverside as residents.  We moved on the 9th with the help of some ASU students.  On May 10th, we woke up to start our new life here.  I was 34 weeks pregnant and we were eagerly anticipating Addie's arrival.  We were excited to discover and explore all of Riverside and UCR.  We looked forward to meeting students, making new friends, finding a church and hopefully buying a great home near campus.  It was a new adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little sad for me to remember moving here.  This morning in bed, we talked about how God's wisdom means that we don't know the future.  We look ahead and we must look to Him.  We didn't know that we would face such deep and life-altering loss in the coming months when we moved.  We are different people now than one year ago.  We are more acquainted with grief.  We are more used to living in this strangeness of God's goodness alongside suffering and sorrow.  Our souls have expanded to be able to encompass more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also look at this last year in amazement and thankfulness.  We drive around Riverside and know (sometimes) where we're going.  We have good friends who even live near us.  We live in a great home that God provided just a half mile from UCR.  We have good connections at UCR and have solid friendships with students there.  God has given us a deep love and burden for this university and city.  We have been cared for by people here in Southern CA during this past year in tangible ways.  We have connected into a wonderful little church in our neighborhood.  People from around the country and even world have continued to love and pray and hold us up.  And we know God in deeper and new ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize that I haven't continued writing on this blog.  I know it connected many of you that are far away to us.  I have continued journalling personally and I should have kept it up here on this blog.  Time passed and I didn't know where to start again.  This grief is so deep and multi-leveled.  Many times, I can express what is going on at the moment.  But I felt as though I had to summarize on the blog and I didn't know how.  So I'm going to restart.  Thank you for your hearts that are for us.  and that have continued to be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how am I?  Hmmm... Well, I sometimes still sob with heartache in missing my little sweet girl.  It's strange to see and experience others around me with their children who are growing - it of course makes me wonder what Addie would be like right now.  And I feel like that ache, in some measure, will always remain.  Even with more children in our home, there will always be an ache inside me for Addie.  But other times, I feel stronger and accepting of what has happened and I feel fairly normal.  I feel like I have experienced and lived through great loss but am okay.  I know I have a very good life and I appreciate things more.  Some days, I am hopeful and look with anticipation for what is to come.  And other days, I feel very pessimistic.  Generally, I feel different. changed. older. "weathered." wiser. deeper. like I understand others' grief more.  more compassionate.  And I can hardly believe that I carried a second little baby for only 6 weeks.  That just feels like a strange and random wrenching dream.  I am also sometimes honestly thankful for this pain.  not that I'd ever choose or wish that Addie had died or for the miscarriage.  But I realize that God has done deeper things within me than I could have believed.  He's also connected me to people in ways that would have only been done through this sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably long enough.  I can write more soon...  But one more thing to tell you all - I'm pregnant.  And as I laid in bed this morning and thought about this day one year ago, it was strange to imagine that I hold a new little one growing inside me.  I'm both excited and sometimes fearful.  I'm 17 weeks along and looking forward to find out if this little bundle is a boy or girl.  Please pray for me, for Brandon and for this one still inside.  Love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-738495162578255439?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/738495162578255439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=738495162578255439' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/738495162578255439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/738495162578255439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4966359447347660131</id><published>2007-10-20T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:47:37.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me again/Resources</title><content type='html'>I (Kristin) haven't written anything here in almost 2 months. And I'm going to try and not feel like I have to summarize 2 months worth of processing and grieving. Thank you to all who are still praying for us these past days, even though it's been almost 4 months since Addie died. What can I say? I miss her so much and I have to fight to remember truth about God more than ever, it feels. Adjusting to life after losing your baby is a little like a battle and a little like a long journey - in both there are stages, small victories/breakthroughs and blows/wrong turns. Each day is different and is affected by what I see, dwell on, and maybe just my emotional state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've had and still have MANY choices to make concerning who I am and will be because of Addie. A couple years ago, I realized that discontentment is a pattern in my life. And I asked God for help b/c I didn't want to be a bitter, joyless, discontent old woman someday. I think God is wanting to have some deeper discussions about who I am right now. And that scares me because I then feel like I have to figure everything out before He would give us more children. But I have to remember that God gives on the basis of grace; His economy is not based on effort. And so I wait and ask and try to listen and lean and let go. Most of the choices right now that I face concern my attitude about my time/responsibilities without Addie. I don't have her to care for and so I can either sit and pout and wish things were different and give in to bitter ways; or I can make the most of every day - spend quality time with God, love Brandon well, pursue college girls at UCR, keep our apartment nice... Contentment doesn't mean that I have to love my loss as a mother; it means that I accept life for what it is, what God has given and still live well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan. It's a Christian classic that is an allegory of a life lived for the King. The main character "Christian" is on a journey to the City of Celestial Lights and he encounters all kinds of people, trials and joys on his way. In the last few pages I read, he and his companion Hopeful go off the main road and end up trespassing on Giant Despair's property. They become his prisoners, are thrown into his dungeon in Doubting Castle and he beats on them day after day. They are downcast, hopeless and near death but Christian remembers (after days and days of hopelessness) that he carries a key called Promise that can unlock every door in Doubting Castle. And they escape with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had many days of feeling like I'm in the Giant Despair's dungeon. But there have been a few. And I am finding out on this road that God and His promises are indeed a key that unlocks each door. I am learning this and still need to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is getting long. Before I go, I've been meaning to write a few resources that have been helpful to us. All of them were gifts from some of you - books, songs and remembrance gifts. Thank you. I just want to write them here so others can be encouraged/helped by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Grace Disguised &lt;/em&gt;by Jerry Sittser - not specific to infant loss but a great book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding On to Hope: A pathway through suffering to the heart of God&lt;/em&gt; - by Nancy Guthrie - a study of Job's life written through the personal suffering of losing 2 babies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe in the Arms of God &lt;/em&gt;by John MacArthur - answers theologically: do babies go to heaven?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Streams in the Desert &lt;/em&gt;- by L.B. Cowman - a Christian classic - another devotional. not specific to miscarriage/infant loss but wonderful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy, Please Don't Cry... There Are No Tears in Heaven&lt;/em&gt; - by Linda DeYmaz - a precious illustrated book - the title explains it sufficiently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Hold You in Heaven&lt;/em&gt; - by Debbie Heydrick &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grieving the Child I Never Knew &lt;/em&gt;- by Kathe Wunnenberg - a devotional book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An infant's funeral meditation by John Piper: &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Sermons/ByDate/2003/1687_Funeral_Meditation_for_Owen_Glenn_Shramek/"&gt;http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Sermons/ByDate/2003/1687_Funeral_Meditation_for_Owen_Glenn_Shramek/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Glory Baby" - a sweet song by Watermark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been listening a lot to the group: &lt;em&gt;Enter the Worship Circle&lt;/em&gt;. their songs have helped me worship God in my grief.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remembrance gifts - jewelry, ornaments, etc. have been precious to us. thanks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4966359447347660131?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4966359447347660131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4966359447347660131' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4966359447347660131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4966359447347660131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-againresources.html' title='Me again/Resources'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-467185675262927491</id><published>2007-10-17T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:19:57.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Decisions</title><content type='html'>God continues to teach me/us on His sovereignty.  He is in full control and has authority over everything in heaven and on earth.  Nothing is outside of His authority.  It would be nice if we could decide to trust in His sovereignty once and be done with it.  But it doesn't work that way.  Kristin and I have had to decide many many times over the past 4 months that God is sovereign.  We had to trust that he was sovereign in the intense moments of Addie's birth and we have also had to trust as we let go of dreams... and in countless other moments we have had to trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that we will have to decide to believe in His sovereignty many more times in our lives and even many more times as we continue to process life without Addie.  But, all that to say, God is sovereign and can be trusted.  We continue to take each step at a time and some are easier than others.  I am thankful to be a child of God and to have a loving Father that I can turn to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-467185675262927491?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/467185675262927491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=467185675262927491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/467185675262927491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/467185675262927491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/10/many-decisions.html' title='Many Decisions'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-272973675050661124</id><published>2007-10-11T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:44:29.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes On</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that 3 1/2 months ago we had a little girl.  So much has happened since then that it seems much more time has passed.  I am still thankful for that one day that Kristin and I got to spend with our precious little gift named Adella Mae.  It has changed us in very deep ways for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the people in my life who have taken the time to show me how to have a deep relationship with the Lord.  If that foundation had not been laid I think that I would have crumbled under the weight of the loss.  All we have known to do is desperately cling to God and that has been enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to face life without my Lord and Savior.  While I am sure I would survive, the quality of life does not compare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-272973675050661124?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/272973675050661124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=272973675050661124' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/272973675050661124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/272973675050661124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-goes-on.html' title='Time Goes On'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5230914602390215174</id><published>2007-10-01T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:59:03.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard News</title><content type='html'>Again I ask that everyone reading this would join me in prayer for my dad.  I just spoke with him this morning and he said that the doctor gave him a 1 in 5 chance of surviving this cancer.  As far as the doctors can tell it is a rare form of melanoma.  This is very hard news to receive and even harder to wrap our minds around.  We know that God is all powerful and that He is the great Healer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this is easier to believe than others, but it is true all the same.  Pray again that my family and I would believe that God is a good God and that He is sovereign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5230914602390215174?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5230914602390215174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5230914602390215174' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5230914602390215174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5230914602390215174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/10/hard-news.html' title='Hard News'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4007249370052707611</id><published>2007-09-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:13:16.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Plead With Me</title><content type='html'>It has been a rough summer for us and it looks like it will continue to be rough for a while.  Kristin and I received news this past Wednesday that my dad has cancer.  We do not know how severe it is but it appears to be fairly concerning.  So, what do I do with such heavy news so soon after the heartache of losing our baby girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in prayer more over the past few days than probably any other time in my life.  I have thought often of the lessons that I have been learning about God through the life and death of Addie.  I know that God is good and that he is sovereign and I know that life belongs to Him.  I have also been thinking about a couple of verses in II Corinthians 12.  Paul was given a "thorn in his flesh" and here is what he had to say about it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three times I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pleaded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the Lord to take it away from me.  But he said to me, "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.&lt;/span&gt;"  Therefore I will boast all the more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gladly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about my weaknesses, to that Christ's power may rest on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that Paul &lt;strong&gt;pleaded&lt;/strong&gt; with the Lord to remove this thing that was so painful.  He was open and honest with His God and asked Him to remove this thorn from his life.  God responded and the thorn was not removed.  Paul heard the Lord and his perspective changed.  He no longer pleaded but boasted &lt;strong&gt;gladly&lt;/strong&gt; of his weakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think it is ok to plead with the Lord.  It is ok to beg for healing or whatever the "thorn in the flesh" may be.  And if the thing we are pleading for does not line up with His will, He will let us know.  He will tell us what we need to hear and it is at that point that our perspective needs to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join with me in pleading with God that He would heal my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4007249370052707611?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4007249370052707611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4007249370052707611' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4007249370052707611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4007249370052707611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/09/plead-with-me.html' title='Plead With Me'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4927391852881419564</id><published>2007-09-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:40:06.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solomon'/><title type='text'>Ask</title><content type='html'>It felt good to be in the word this morning and to spend time with a God I love so much.  I read II Chronicles 1 which is where Solomon steps up as king.  God said to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Ask for whatever you want me to give you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love that God has Solomon ask Him for what he wanted.  He didn't just say "Solomon, you name it and it is yours."  I think God was interested in the relationship that develops in His children asking things of Him.  God reserves the right to give what is requested, withhold, or even give beyond our dreams.  With Solomon He gave what was requested and much more.  Regardless of God's response, we receive blessing in deepening our relationship with Him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years after the reign and death of king Solomon I sit here on the other side of the world typing on a computer.  I believe that God still wants His children to ask of Him and that is what I have done.  I sit as a child on the lap of my Father and ask that He would give us more children.  That we would have the privilege of seeing those children grow up.  That they would be healthy and come to a deep and beautiful walk with the Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4927391852881419564?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4927391852881419564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4927391852881419564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4927391852881419564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4927391852881419564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/09/ask.html' title='Ask'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5635385340472291215</id><published>2007-08-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:57:14.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RtRQyFdVZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jhju4ZoUzBA/s1600-h/Addie3BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103793099106510658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RtRQyFdVZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jhju4ZoUzBA/s320/Addie3BW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103793103401477970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RtRQyVdVZ1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/iDOxa8XBuLA/s320/Addie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's 2 more pictures of our Addie.  They were both taken the last hour of her life, when we were together in our hospital room.  There are waves of reality that wash over me.  Deeper and deeper levels of the reality that she's gone.  Death on this earth is so final.  I won't see her again here.  But praise God, that this life isn't the end.  That there is joy forever with Jesus.  I'm so thankful, too, that although I desire to be a mother to my own children, there is joy and satisfaction in this life with or without marriage, children, possessions, perfect jobs, etc...  I need reminders of that now in these days.  That God didn't take Addie from us to simply injure us.  He hasn't brought us grief as if it pleased Him to do so.  But He has provided eternal life here and forever in Christ.  I have many thoughts/wonderings these days about His glory; about my fear and the future; about hope;...  I will try to keep writing some of these thoughts down in this blog.  It's good for me to write and we hear stories of how God is using this in your lives as well.  And that makes me happy, as a mother, to hear how God is using Addie's short life for His glory.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5635385340472291215?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5635385340472291215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5635385340472291215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5635385340472291215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5635385340472291215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/08/his-glory.html' title='His Glory'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RtRQyFdVZ0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jhju4ZoUzBA/s72-c/Addie3BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5403770659215315987</id><published>2007-08-27T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:22:48.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fog'/><title type='text'>Thick Fog</title><content type='html'>We are finally back in CA after 3 weeks of travel.  It was a long time to be away from home, but we are blessed to be able to spend it with such dear family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think back on the summer it seems surreal.  Many of the memories seem hazy as I think back on them.  It is as if I am looking through a thick fog and can't quite make out all the details.  I see shapes and muted colors, but the sharp and bright colors somehow elude me.  As if it happened to someone else and not me.  It is such a strange thought in my head that we had a daughter and that she died in our arms.  Who ever expects life to hold such a sad memory?  Somewhere in the depths of my mind I think, "did that really happen?  was it all just a bad dream?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are... sitting in our little apartment watching TV as if everything was normal.  The same shows are on and life seems to march on without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;skipping&lt;/span&gt; a beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5403770659215315987?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5403770659215315987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5403770659215315987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5403770659215315987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5403770659215315987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/08/thick-fog.html' title='Thick Fog'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3171557887511643681</id><published>2007-08-18T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:50:25.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lot</title><content type='html'>Here's another picture of our little girl. We think she's pretty adorable. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rscn4ldVZzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J68Sp5bC8JU/s1600-h/Addie1%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100088956101682994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rscn4ldVZzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J68Sp5bC8JU/s320/Addie1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rscn4ldVZzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J68Sp5bC8JU/s1600-h/Addie1%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I still feel like pouting like a 3 year old. And some days losing Addie just feels okay, even though I don't like it at all. And some days I just feel kind of sad. I still feel like there is a long road ahead of me. And I know there will always be a hole in my heart/life as a mother who misses raising her daughter. But I also know that Addie hasn't lost out. In heaven, Addie is "happier than the happiest person on earth," (in John Piper's words).  So as we mourn losing her in this life, it helps me to remember that she hasn't lost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rscn4ldVZzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J68Sp5bC8JU/s1600-h/Addie1%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God's Word is true and full of health to my soul. Psalm 16:5-9 says: "LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the LORD always before me. Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure," Pray that I hold tightly to truth about God and will set Him always before me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3171557887511643681?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3171557887511643681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3171557887511643681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3171557887511643681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3171557887511643681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-lot.html' title='My lot'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rscn4ldVZzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/J68Sp5bC8JU/s72-c/Addie1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-931332643964128498</id><published>2007-08-16T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T08:33:01.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>We have been on the road for about 9 days now.  We have been in Wisconsin up until yesterday when we arrived in Kansas.  It has been a good trip filled with friends who have been praying and hurting with us.  We have gotten to hug many people whom we love and who love us.  We are so blessed to have so many people around us who love us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just wanted to say thank you to eveyone who reads this.  I know we have said this before and we will probably say it again.  Thank you.  Your love and prayers have helped us more than you know.  Please continue to pray for us as the Lord leads.  The grieving process is a long one and we are far from being through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us praise the Lord together today and seek to serve Him.  We have had some rich times with Him and He made us to walk with Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-931332643964128498?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/931332643964128498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=931332643964128498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/931332643964128498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/931332643964128498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/08/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4061089968441488166</id><published>2007-08-05T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:34:14.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks</title><content type='html'>Six weeks ago today I went into labor.  But we don't have a 6 week old baby daughter.  I know no more now about baby sleep cycles, feeding schedules or messy diapers than I knew 6 weeks ago.  I don't write this to make you, the reader, sad or angry.  I only write it because it's the thought that crosses my mind many times each day.  Addie isn't here and I miss her.  I also miss being her mom.  I miss doing all the things that mothers do.  I know that if she was here, I wouldn't be quite as thankful for missed sleep and another diaper to change.  But I can say that I wish I wasn't getting as much sleep.  And I wish I was listening to cries and baby grunts.  And I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite the dramatic piece so far...  But it's true - the reality of her death sweeps over me as I see other children.  There are so many babies and children.  But Addie's with Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do I go?  What do I do?  The sermon in church today was on Jesus' authority.  The pastor's closing question was: Will you admit and submit to His authority in your life?  I kind of feel like I have to submit to His authority with Addie - there's nothing I can do to hold her again in this life.  The question more is what will I do with my today and my future?  Who/what will I worship?  Will I seek first God's Kingdom and His righteousness?  or will I live only for my own dreams?  God gives dreams and longings but they aren't meant to be worshiped as if they are all that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that we will seek God - His Kingdom and righteousness first.  It does not come naturally to us.  You can pray and ask God, too, that He would give us other children to love and raise.  And you can pray that they, too, would seek God first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4061089968441488166?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4061089968441488166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4061089968441488166' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4061089968441488166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4061089968441488166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/08/6-weeks.html' title='6 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5848430440179563851</id><published>2007-08-02T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T13:33:23.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whom Have I In Heaven But You?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I spent some time dwelling on Psalm 73:25.  The verse starts out with the question, "Whom have I in heaven but you?"  What an interesting question to consider after losing a baby daughter.  After all, I imagine heaven being filled with many people I love including Addie.  The Bible makes clear that not everyone will go to heaven and  I would imagine that even some people that I love very dearly will not be there.  However, I know that there will also be many people whom I love in heaven with me.  So, "whom have I in heaven but you" is a very interesting thing to ask.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of Luke 14 where Jesus says boldly that we are to hate our mother, father, sister, and brother.  And Mattew 10 where He says that anyone who loves his mother, father, son, or daughter more than they love Him is not worthy of Him.  Jesus is not teaching that we hate our family.  He is simply saying that our love for Him should be so intense that all other loves pale in comparison... that they even look like hate when we compare them.  With these passages in mind the question "whom have in in heaven but you?" makes perfect sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved our little girl very much and I miss her deeply.  Often, she is the first thing that I think about in the morning when I wake up.  I also think of her often throughout the day.  I think of what she might have been like, I think of the little time we had with her, I think of what she might be experiencing right now in heaven.  I enjoy these thoughts and they are strangely soothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to the question above is that I will have many in heaven whom I love dearly.  Our Adella Mae Crouch will be there and many others.  But, my greatest love will be there too.  His name is Jesus and though I have only seen a small piece of all that He is, I love Him more dearly than any other.  In heaven I will see Him much more clearly and my love for Him will be overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, whom have I in heaven but You Lord?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5848430440179563851?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5848430440179563851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5848430440179563851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5848430440179563851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5848430440179563851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/08/whom-have-i-in-heaven-but-you.html' title='Whom Have I In Heaven But You?'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6596638635272590484</id><published>2007-07-31T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:11:50.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Kindness - God's Healing</title><content type='html'>"It was I who taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the arms; but they did not realize it was I who healed them.  I led them with cords of human kindness, with ties of love; I lifted the yoke from their neck and bent down to feed them."  Hosea 11:3,4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "found" this verse during a study of God's love a few years ago.  I saw how God's love for me is real and true; that He is the one who teaches, feeds, heals and lifts burdens- like a father with his little child.  But this verse also shows that He often shows His love "with cords of human kindness."  He demonstrates His love for me through the people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/we have been so well loved by God through all of you.  It seems that many people who experience losing a baby feel isolated and forgotten.  You - our families and friends - have loved us and taken care of us.  Many of your cards and emails have made me cry - each day it seems like there's at least one that just touches my heart in a new way.  It's not a bad cry - but a healing cry.  Thank you for writing your own stories, words of encouragement, favorite Bible verses and just for remembering us.  Thanks for sending books and flowers.  Your kindness has helped carry our sorrow.  Thank you, too, for praying for us.  We know we walk through this time being lifted up to God in prayer.  His grace is enough for each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are getting easier.  Life, strangely, feels normal and very abnormal.  We miss Addie and miss being her mom and dad.  But we are doing well in living each day for what it is.  Thank you for your works of kindness to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6596638635272590484?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6596638635272590484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6596638635272590484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6596638635272590484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6596638635272590484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/human-kindness-gods-healing.html' title='Human Kindness - God&apos;s Healing'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-303464668407634251</id><published>2007-07-26T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:36:18.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kingdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>But Those Who Hope In The Lord</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful to have a relationship with God through the blood of His Son.  Over the past month I have been especially thankful.  He offers hope to me even in rough times.  He has made clear that I do not need to despair over the lose of my daughter.  I am sad that I do not have her now and I am sad that I will not get to see her grow up.  I am sad that I will not get to know what makes her laugh.  Sad that I will not get to take her camping or fishing.  I am sad for many reasons, but my soul needs not despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in sadness I know my God.  I have walked with Him and I know who He is.  He is a good God who loves His children.  He made Addie and loved her.  He made and loves me and Kristin.  He is a God of wonder.  Who can make things as beautiful as my God?  I have prayed many times that the Lord would use Addie's life to draw people closer to Him.  I know that there are people out there who will hear of her life who do not have this kind of relationship with Him.  I pray that the Lord would use her life to draw those people into His kingdom to live and walk with Him forever.  What more could a daddy want than for his child's life to expand God's great kingdom and bring glory to our great God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound strange, but I am more convinced of God's goodness right now than I was a few months ago.  I cannot imagine trying to walk through something like this without God.  He truly is my strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He gives strength to the weary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and increases the power of the weak.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even youths grow tired and weary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and young men stumble and fall; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but those who hope in the Lord&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will renew their strength.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will run and not grow weary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will walk and not be faint." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;           Isiaih 40:29-31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-303464668407634251?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/303464668407634251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=303464668407634251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/303464668407634251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/303464668407634251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/but-those-who-hope-in-lord.html' title='But Those Who Hope In The Lord'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5074231063262724945</id><published>2007-07-25T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:18:19.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kristin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>4 1/2 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>Four and a half years ago I proposed to Kristin.  It was just after her birthday and she thought that she was I was simply taking her out to celebrate but I had different plans.  I had found a nice little piece of beach that was at the base of some small cliffs.  It would disappear during high tide and was not easily accessible even during low tide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be a very long story, but I will spare you all the details.  Eventually we made it to this secluded little beach and Kristin still had no idea what I had in mind.  After a little time passed, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days ago Kristin and I headed back to that little beach only this time it was under much different circumstances.  This time we carried the ashes of our little girl who had been born exactly 4 weeks earlier.  We prayed on the way there, as we walked down to the beach, and when we finally got there.  It was a sad time for Addie's mom and dad and we know that our Father's heart hurt with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have a wife like Kristin in these times.  Four and a half years ago I had only seen a small piece of who Kristin was.  I had no idea the quality or depth of character.  All I knew was that I liked what I had seen and that I felt God's hand on our relationship.  There is no one else that I would rather be with in these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5074231063262724945?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5074231063262724945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5074231063262724945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5074231063262724945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5074231063262724945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/4-12-years-ago.html' title='4 1/2 Years Ago'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6986680884854588958</id><published>2007-07-19T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:58:29.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Addie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Addie, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried today like I have every day for the past 24 days.  I miss you.  Today, I just cried when I talked to my friend, Amy, and when I wrote in my journal about our last hour together in the hospital.  But today was a good day.  I felt happy, too.  I laughed and even enjoyed washing the kitchen floor.  Yesterday was hard.  I felt like my time carrying you and giving you birth was a dream.  But it wasn't.  It was as real as anything I've lived through.  But I wanted to pretend that your death hadn't happened.  It was hard to face it again, deeper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your daddy and I are doing well.  We're thankful that God has given us a good relationship, in the midst of losing you.  And we feel like He has protected us from lies and division.  We have a lot of fun together - your daddy makes my life fun.  I'm kind of boring sometimes without him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of people have told me that they look forward to seeing you in heaven.  Some have even said that they look forward to dancing with you.  Those words always made me cry with joy but I didn't know exactly how everyone could say that.  Were people just saying nice things for me?  But now, Addie, I have done more reading and thinking and studying and I know why all those people have said that.  And I believe, too, that you are enjoying God's presence and worshiping Him now and forever.  You are safe in the arms of God.  And it makes me so happy, too.  I know that I, too, will one day see God face to face because of Jesus' death and life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I read about Jesus in the book of John.  It says that he laid down his life, of his own accord.  Jesus laid down His life, gave it up, for us.  Imagine choosing to die on a cross. And I definitely don't have the power to come back to life.  But Jesus did that.  It struck me today because I also wouldn't be able to lay down your life - I wouldn't have chosen this path of losing you.  But God has decided in His Sovereign Goodness, to take you.  I couldn't and can't control God.  But Jesus, in His power, gave His own life.  It hit me again today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, Addie.  Sing loud for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6986680884854588958?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6986680884854588958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6986680884854588958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6986680884854588958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6986680884854588958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-addie.html' title='Dear Addie'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5230102083077550647</id><published>2007-07-17T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:48:56.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His grace</title><content type='html'>I used to hold my finger at the place in my textbook to know how many pages I had left to read (while in college). And during an action movie, I often want to check the time to see how much longer until the end, the conclusion. If I'm going on a run in a new area, I quickly lose motivation to keep running when I don't know how much farther I have to go until I'm home. And in the middle of this grieving process of losing Addie, I wish I could know what the future holds for us. I think it's related to my desire to have control. But losing Addie was/is completely out of my control. Her death has felt very humbling. I would like to know the future so I can pace myself now in knowing what amounts of joy and grief I will face in the coming years. But God doesn't allow me to see that. And if He did, I wouldn't need Him. I wouldn't need to trust Him and I wouldn't have a relationship with Him. But He doesn't give us foreknowledge and I do definitely need Him. Also, my desire to know the future and pace myself shows that I would rather depend on myself than on His future kindness and grace toward me. His knowledge and joy in me means that He gives me enough for each day, protecting me and enjoying me. I'm thankful for His wisdom and sovereignty even when I want to fight it. (Kristin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5230102083077550647?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5230102083077550647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5230102083077550647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5230102083077550647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5230102083077550647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/his-grace.html' title='His grace'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1034548016989388636</id><published>2007-07-16T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:08:32.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm'/><title type='text'>The Coffee Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning Kristin and I went over to the coffee shop again for a couple of hours. We usually split an iced Americano with a bit of white chocolate in it... sounds good huh? We have done this many times over the past few weeks and I think it has been very healthy for us... not the Americano, but the time spent processing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually spend some time reading my Bible, praying, memorizing scripture, thinking, and journaling. So far we have written 15 pages each in our journals and I feel like I have many more thoughts in my head that I need to put on paper. These times have helped me process through my thoughts &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; God. The word is so rich and has so much guidance and help to offer. I am thankful that I have had the opportunity to sit before God and soak up His word. I have written down about 10 verses that have been particularly meaningful to me in the past month and I plan on memorizing them over the next month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent some time meditating on Psalm 73:25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whom have I in heaven but you?&lt;br /&gt;And earth has nothing I desire besides&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This does not mean that I am supposed to snuff out all desires in life other than God.  I have plenty of desires and many of them are good.  However, God deserves and is meant to be my number one desire.  He belongs in this spot and I want Him to be there.  It has been good reflecting on this verse in these times.  I can easily let created things become my primary desire above the creator... even good things like having a daughter.  But this is a time of letting that desire rest with God.  I can trust that He is not out to punish me or that He is looking to withhold His goodness from me.  I can trust God even with my desire to have and hold a baby girl of my own.  He has said not yet and I dont' know what the future holds, but I can trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1034548016989388636?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1034548016989388636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1034548016989388636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1034548016989388636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1034548016989388636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/coffee-shop.html' title='The Coffee Shop'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5517684013720065913</id><published>2007-07-13T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:02:18.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>The Lord gives and the Lord Takes Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-6990784750811874124&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5517684013720065913?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5517684013720065913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5517684013720065913' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5517684013720065913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5517684013720065913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-will-priase-god.html' title='The Lord gives and the Lord Takes Away'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7044627822686444638</id><published>2007-07-11T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:30:49.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Being A Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RpUTZG2550I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bod621LHSTc/s1600-h/100_4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085992676243400514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RpUTZG2550I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bod621LHSTc/s320/100_4537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristin and I are doing really well right now. But if you were to ask us again later this afternoon, we may give you a very different answer. The grieving process is not as steady as we might like. One moment we are laughing and joking and the next we are hit with a memory and crying. These ups and downs are slowly becoming less extreme, but I am not sure that they will ever totally level off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best questions that we have been asked is, "what have you learned about God through this?" I say it is one of the best, because it is one of the most important questions we can ask ourselves. I have learned many new things about God and I am still deep in the learning process. Here are a few of the thoughts running through my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I understand more of what it means to be a father. One of God's names is Father or Daddy. My heart and mind changed with the birth of Addie and I became a father. I became a protector. I would have done anything for that little girl. Why? Because I was her daddy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also know what it means to lose my baby. God sent His Son to earth to live and die. He lived a sinless life and was killed by men. He knows my feelings and understands them beyond my comprehention. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is as good today as he was a month ago as he was 1000 years ago. His goodness does not depend on my opinion or the circumstances I find myself in. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is the refuge to which I was meant to run. He is my strength and the rock on which I stand. Without Him there is no hope and life is meaningless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7044627822686444638?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7044627822686444638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7044627822686444638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7044627822686444638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7044627822686444638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/being-father.html' title='Being A Father'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RpUTZG2550I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bod621LHSTc/s72-c/100_4537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1361143540976327019</id><published>2007-07-09T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:43:56.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RpMJ2m255zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oL5j333bmtU/s1600-h/100_4528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085419237979842354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RpMJ2m255zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oL5j333bmtU/s320/100_4528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been 2 weeks since Addie was born.  The past week, Brandon and I have been getting used to life without our baby daughter and without our families here.  It's strange since we have no memories of Addie here in our apartment (except inside me).  But we grieve what we were looking forward to, what we were expecting and awaiting.  Some days have felt harder than others.  We've spent a good amount of time journalling, reading, praying together and talking.  I am so thankful for our marriage, for Brandon.  He is both strong and gentle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also have learned more of how I see God, in positive and negative ways.  I am so thankful that I knew before Addie's death that God is the worthy One to whom I will run.  That He is the Source of what I need. And I have seen that grief is humbling, that I cannot control God or tell Him what to do or explain.  I am so thankful that with Him is hope.  But it is hard to hope in God and not in other things.  It seems to take much diligence and training; and I feel like I am in the midst of it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psalm 23: 4,6 - "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me;... surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1361143540976327019?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1361143540976327019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1361143540976327019' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1361143540976327019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1361143540976327019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RpMJ2m255zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oL5j333bmtU/s72-c/100_4528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7415485179115177287</id><published>2007-07-08T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:25:58.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Where Else Would I Go?</title><content type='html'>It was only two weeks ago that Kristin was experiencing her first real contractions.  It is hard to believe all that has happened since then.  We are different people in many ways.  We have grieved hard and cried many tears, but the days are getting easier.  We have gotten to know each other in new ways and our relationship has never been sweeter.  We have also gotten to know God in deeper and more intimate ways.  He is really the only source of comfort for us.  Even though it is scary to trust Him at times, we would have it no other way.  I think of Peter's response when Jesus asked if he wanted to leave Him too... Peter said "where else would I go?  Who else has the words of life?"  That is my own little paraphrase, but you get the point.  It is difficult to follow and trust God with something as precious as our daughters life... but who else can we trust?  Certainly we cannot even trust ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would still love to wake up in the morning and hear little Addie in the other room.  We would still love to hold her close.  We would still love to get to know all of her little sounds.  There are so many things that we would love if Addie were still around, but God had different plans.  And again we hold to the fact that those plans are good.  We are confused at times and sad at times, but we hold no anger toward our good God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7415485179115177287?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7415485179115177287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7415485179115177287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7415485179115177287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7415485179115177287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-else-would-i-go.html' title='Where Else Would I Go?'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5135655412435835650</id><published>2007-07-05T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:47:23.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Things that we are thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A healthy and easy pregnancy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 beautiful day with Addie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sovereign God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That we were able to hold our little girl close&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our God hears our prayers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our God understands our pain (He lost His Son)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going through labor/delivery as a team&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our relationship with each other has deepened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our amazing family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our wonderful friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the prayers that have been said on our behalf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A beautiful daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A surprisingly fast recovery for Kristin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The time we spent in our room as a family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The word of God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That we had such good times with our family (they love each other!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That we're learning what it means to grieve and be comforted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We belong to Christ and heaven is our home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sweet pictures of Addie to remember&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our times together as husband and wife - in prayer, tears and joys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The wonderful care Addie &amp;amp; Kristin received in the hospital&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who grieve with us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Navigators' love shown toward us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kindness of God through His people - phone calls, hugs, flowers, tears, prayers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We know God in new and deeper ways&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's Presence that never leaves us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Students who love us and came to be with us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hope that is found in Christ alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Addie is with Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5135655412435835650?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5135655412435835650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5135655412435835650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5135655412435835650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5135655412435835650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3616658853481000525</id><published>2007-07-04T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:21:48.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sovereign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addie'/><title type='text'>My Portion Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RovC1G255yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/e-nMkhCGTzI/s1600-h/Courtney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083370822047491874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RovC1G255yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/e-nMkhCGTzI/s320/Courtney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are heavy and the tears still flow.  Life is strange to us right now.  We have become parents, but the people around us can't tell.  We feel that we should have a little one filling our home with sweet noises and little cries.  Instead, it is still just the two of us in a strangely quiet home.  It is filled with some pictures and many flowers, but no Addie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we serve a God that can be trusted.  We serve a God that is infinitely good.  We will praise God in this time of sorrow.  We will praise Him for His goodness and we will not question or curse Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." Psalm 73:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But as for me, it is good to be near God.  I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge; I will tell of all your deeds." Psalm 73:28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3616658853481000525?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3616658853481000525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3616658853481000525' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3616658853481000525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3616658853481000525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-portion-forever.html' title='My Portion Forever'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RovC1G255yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/e-nMkhCGTzI/s72-c/Courtney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-391899053557406376</id><published>2007-07-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:47:20.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor &amp; Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RomZcW255wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/15TtHFfCIVk/s1600-h/100_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082762366915569410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RomZcW255wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/15TtHFfCIVk/s320/100_4500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After having strong contractions for hours, we headed to the birthing center in Redlands at 5am on Monday morning.  I was 5 cm dilated and happy that I was so far along.  My labor was long but normal and without complications.  Addie’s heart rate was always good whenever the midwife would check it.  Brandon was with me the entire time: coaching, cheering, helping, holding me and loving me.  We were both exhausted by the time Addie arrived at 4:50 pm. &lt;br /&gt;I had been waiting and waiting for the moment she would appear and be placed upon my chest - to have my little baby close and near me right away.  But our little Addie was born without the oxygen she needed.  Something had happened in the last minutes of labor that kept her from being born full of life and breath.  She received good care from the minute she arrived and through her entire time at the hospital.  But there was too much damage to her little organs. &lt;br /&gt;We had been able to see and hold and touch and kiss Addie in the NICU but for the last hour of her life, she was brought to our room and we were allowed to be together as a family.  This was &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RomZcm255xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z9r7PJCl0Mw/s1600-h/100_4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082762371210536722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RomZcm255xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z9r7PJCl0Mw/s320/100_4506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a precious gift from God.  I was able to hold her close and we were able to hug and be with her in the way we had been waiting – just our little girl in our arms.  Her daddy committed her to her Heavenly Father and Jesus took her home.  We are so thankful to God for what He did by giving us a beautiful daughter.  Addie’s enjoying His Presence and Glory forever.  He is so good to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to give you a little more of the story.  Thank you all for your deep love and prayers on our behalf.  We feel so upheld, and carried by God.  And we rest not in our strength but in Him, knowing that your prayers for us in the midst of grief have been deeply answered.  We enjoyed a sweet service on Saturday in memory of Addie and in honor of God.  He has been gracious in His provision and love to us.  Tomorrow, all of our family will be back in their respective homes.  But we have great support and friends here in CA that will take over as our family.  God's kindness is indeed shown through His people.  Please pray for us as we face the coming days and weeks without our little girl.  We love you and are so grateful for you.  This last week has been so, so hard and sad but also so deep and such sweet days with each other, our family, friends and others.  We will continue to record some thoughts and more pictures in the coming weeks.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-391899053557406376?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/391899053557406376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=391899053557406376' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/391899053557406376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/391899053557406376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/07/labor-delivery.html' title='Labor &amp; Delivery'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RomZcW255wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/15TtHFfCIVk/s72-c/100_4500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5571195495955297643</id><published>2007-06-28T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:23:12.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adella Mae Crouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RoQYPm255uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9GD7RCBfdAU/s1600-h/100_4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RoQYPm255uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9GD7RCBfdAU/s320/100_4517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081212935988700898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RoQYQG255vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZhsnQx_OB08/s1600-h/100_4521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RoQYQG255vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZhsnQx_OB08/s320/100_4521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081212944578635506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful baby girl was born on June 25, 2007 at 5:00pm.  She weighed 7 lbs. 7 oz. and was 20 inches long.  She was so lovely and precious and we loved her so much.  She lived for just 21 hours and passed away on June 26, 2007.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good and He gave us the most precious gift we could ever ask for.  We will treasure that day with Addie for as long as we live.  We loved her, kissed her, held her, prayed for her, sang to her, talked to her, committed her to Jesus, and she died in the arms of her mommy and daddy.  Now she is with Jesus and, though we are so sad, we praise God for that one day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have a service for family and all of our friends who can make it.  So, if you are able to attend, we would love to see you there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The location is...  &lt;br /&gt;Cortner Chapel&lt;br /&gt;221 Brookside Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Redlands, CA 92373&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schedule is as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, June 30&lt;br /&gt;9:30  - 10:30  family visitation&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 11:30 friends visitation&lt;br /&gt;11:30 - 12:30 service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a very informal gathering.  we will not dress up at all, we just want people to be together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are incredibly blessed to have so many friends who love us and we value all the prayers that have been said on our behalf.  As you grieve with us, we ask that you would also praise God with us.  He is so good and He gave us the most wonderful gift that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose" - Romans 8:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For those who are righteous, the way is not steep and rough; for you are a God who does what is right and you smooth out the path ahead of them." - Isaiah 26:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5571195495955297643?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5571195495955297643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5571195495955297643' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5571195495955297643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5571195495955297643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/adella-mae-crouch.html' title='Adella Mae Crouch'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RoQYPm255uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9GD7RCBfdAU/s72-c/100_4517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2394324951098471709</id><published>2007-06-24T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:43:26.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rootbeer float'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contractions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Contractions</title><content type='html'>The moment we have all been waiting for is upon us.  Kristin started having contractions today (Sunday) at noon.  They were very mild at first, but are becoming more frequent and more intense.  We have had a great day... Kristin took a nap (in preperation for one of the most exhausting things she will ever go through), we took a couple of walks, we played monopoly (I won), we got an A&amp;W rootbeer float, and we have been praying frequently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find that the most common prayer is that we would remember that God is good and that He is sovereign.  No matter what happens or how it happens, God is good and He is sovereign.  We can rest in that.  Please take a brief moment and pray for us right now.  We appreciate you all and the next post on this blog promises to be even more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2394324951098471709?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2394324951098471709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2394324951098471709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2394324951098471709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2394324951098471709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/contractions.html' title='Contractions'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2780578771716117823</id><published>2007-06-23T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T19:33:20.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='due date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Here we are with the due date a mere 29 hours away.  When is our daughter going to show up?  Every morning I am still asking Kristin, "is today the day?" And each day passes with no daughter.  The good news is that the odds go up everyday.  I am bound to hit it sooner or later.  We are trying to be patient and trust God in His timing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a wonderful time together lately.  We have had fun talking, laughing, and praying.  I am blessed to have such a wonderful wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray with us that God would introduce our daughter to the world in His perfect timing.  Also pray that we would be patient in waiting and that we would fully trust in God's sovereignty.  We serve a wonderful God who is good through and through.  We serve a God who is all knowing and all &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://7art-screensavers.com/screenshots/animals/lion-and-the-lamb.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://a70701.stumbleupon.com/tag/lion/&amp;h=600&amp;w=800&amp;sz=50&amp;hl=en&amp;start=4&amp;um=1&amp;tbnid=-ax3RT-lmugopM:&amp;tbnh=107&amp;tbnw=143&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlion%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4DKUS_enUS215US215"&gt;powerful&lt;/a&gt;.  We serve a God who is much more wise than we are.  We serve a God who wants to live life with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2780578771716117823?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2780578771716117823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2780578771716117823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2780578771716117823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2780578771716117823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4035971686005740364</id><published>2007-06-19T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:13:03.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting...</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone - no picture today.  there's not much new here.  we're basically waiting for our little girl's big day.  I'm feeling quite ready, especially since I was kind of planning on her coming early and well, my "official" due date is now only 3 days away (although everyone tells you the due date is only an estimate).  anyway, I've definitely picked up the nap-a-day routine and it's nice.  It's just been the last week or so that I've felt dramatically more tired.  she seems to be sucking my energy which I gather is what she will continue to do after she is born.  but I still am anxiously awaiting her arrival. I can't wait to see her face and touch her skin and hug and kiss her all the time.  We'll keep you posted on any new activity.  love, Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4035971686005740364?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4035971686005740364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4035971686005740364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4035971686005740364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4035971686005740364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting...'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4405713047443001321</id><published>2007-06-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:43:32.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's My King - Dr. Lockridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwFU61WCrFA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwFU61WCrFA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the greatest talks ever given.  It doesn't directly have anything to do with our soon-to-be daughter, but we are praying that one day her heart will cry these words.  Take a look at it... it is AWESOME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4405713047443001321?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4405713047443001321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4405713047443001321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4405713047443001321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4405713047443001321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/thats-my-king-dr-lockridge.html' title='That&apos;s My King - Dr. Lockridge'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-8194887461978567221</id><published>2007-06-11T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:07:55.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse Into Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px;height:326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-7866891139245191487&amp;hl=en" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle"  quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" salign="TL"  FlashVars="playerMode=embedded"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-8194887461978567221?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/8194887461978567221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=8194887461978567221' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8194887461978567221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8194887461978567221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/glimpse-into-our-lives.html' title='A Glimpse Into Our Lives'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4460457260240087214</id><published>2007-06-10T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:58:49.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rmxwr2tHbqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iw9edjyeRrQ/s1600-h/100_4492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074554778861137570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rmxwr2tHbqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iw9edjyeRrQ/s320/100_4492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RmxwsGtHbrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rsh4t3cs5LY/s1600-h/100_4496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074554783156104882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RmxwsGtHbrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rsh4t3cs5LY/s320/100_4496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15 days until the due date!!! It is hard to believe that these 9 months are drawing to a close. We are getting more and more excited every day. Our little daughter seems to be getting more and more anxious to meet us as well. She is constantly moving, and kicking, and turning. We have had a good time playing Name That Body Part. We can feel little parts, bigger parts, and hard parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All in all, I think that Kristin would say that it has been a pretty easy pregnancy. And I have to say that it hasn't been to difficult for me either. We have had a good time these past few weeks as we have been settling in. We are enjoying a slower pace and a resonable amount of sleep. We are fully aware that this will all change soon enough... but it has been fun and memorable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4460457260240087214?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4460457260240087214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4460457260240087214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4460457260240087214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4460457260240087214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/15-days-and-counting.html' title='15 Days and Counting'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rmxwr2tHbqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iw9edjyeRrQ/s72-c/100_4492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1875588889240539460</id><published>2007-06-05T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:55:31.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RmXkVWtHbnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nxQOYQ8gXdo/s1600-h/100_4487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072711610825928306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RmXkVWtHbnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nxQOYQ8gXdo/s320/100_4487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello - here I am in our new Riverside apartment - in our kitchen.  It's pretty nice - with new cabinets, appliances and countertops.  and I'm 37 weeks along which means "full-term" and our little girl is supposedly ready to arrive any day, although it also could be weeks.  I still feel good overall, although I'm still hoping for the earlier than later arrival.  I am definitely excited to meet our daughter and see what she looks like and get to know her better.  She still is the little mover and squirmer although if I feel her little feet or legs and I push on them, she moves right away (which either means to me that she's ticklish or just doesn't like to be messed with).  I'm hoping she's just ticklish.  please pray for us as we wait and get ready for her - that my labor would go smoothly and that there wouldn't be any complications.  we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1875588889240539460?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1875588889240539460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1875588889240539460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1875588889240539460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1875588889240539460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/37-weeks.html' title='37 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RmXkVWtHbnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/nxQOYQ8gXdo/s72-c/100_4487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7832461006133522859</id><published>2007-06-05T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:20:38.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='due date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june'/><title type='text'>Guess the Due Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;June is finally here and the days just keep ticking away. The official due date is June 25th, but my money is on the 20th. Kristin is pulling for the 15th. It is pretty crazy knowing that it could happen at any time. Each day we are one day closer to the arrival of our new baby girl... but that could mean 1 more day or it could mean 30 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyone else out there who wants to get in on the "guess the due date" game, just leave a message with your guess. Just so you know... Kristin might not be as friendly to you if your guess is too far into July. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7832461006133522859?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7832461006133522859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7832461006133522859' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7832461006133522859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7832461006133522859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/06/guess-due.html' title='Guess the Due Date'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5995766685699490562</id><published>2007-05-21T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:03:06.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASU'/><title type='text'>35 Weeks (and our friendly moving crew)</title><content type='html'>This was the crew from ASU that helped us move to Riverside!  They were an amazing help!  We'd still be in AZ without them.  They not only helped us load the truck but they caravanned with us all the way to CA and then helped&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RlJ3qOSmVKI/AAAAAAAAADo/QUjH4P5jBs0/s1600-h/100_4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067244098019546274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RlJ3qOSmVKI/AAAAAAAAADo/QUjH4P5jBs0/s320/100_4470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us unload - once in our apartment and then to our storage unit.  They had great attitudes and made the whole thing fun.  Thanks to everyone!  The other picture is in our new little back patio that Brandon has adorned with all our potted plants from our house.  We even planted a tomato plant and some herbs.  yum.  I'm about a month away from the "due date" and still feeling well.  Sleeping has become not quite as fun with achey hips but I can't complain - this pregnancy has been great.  We are eagerly awaiting this girl's arrival - she weighs over 5 pounds and it's evident as she moves around inside - trying to find a comfortable position.  We'll post some more soon.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RlJ3quSmVLI/AAAAAAAAADw/ifLzaXT88Z0/s1600-h/100_4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067244106609480882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RlJ3quSmVLI/AAAAAAAAADw/ifLzaXT88Z0/s320/100_4469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5995766685699490562?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5995766685699490562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5995766685699490562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5995766685699490562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5995766685699490562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/05/35-weeks-and-our-friendly-moving-crew.html' title='35 Weeks (and our friendly moving crew)'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RlJ3qOSmVKI/AAAAAAAAADo/QUjH4P5jBs0/s72-c/100_4470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7382051361272452363</id><published>2007-05-21T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:20:18.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avocado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hike'/><title type='text'>Settling In</title><content type='html'>We are well on our way to official CA residents. We have been here 12 days and already have California tags on our cars, California drivers license coming in the mail, insurance switched, and mostly unpacked. We have been out exploring and have found a few really good places to eat, a really fun place to hike, and a secret avocado grove. Kristin is looking great and feeling great. Her tummy is slowly growing and we are getting anxious to be parents. Please keep us in your prayers as you think of us... that the baby would be healthy and on time and that God would speak to us as to how we should shape this ministry. Also pray that we would be good parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7382051361272452363?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7382051361272452363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7382051361272452363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7382051361272452363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7382051361272452363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-are-well-on-our-way-to-official-ca.html' title='Settling In'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5733788789968565832</id><published>2007-05-19T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:08:50.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trucker stache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UC Riverside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempe'/><title type='text'>Tempe 2 Riverside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rk8fO-SmVJI/AAAAAAAAADg/X2NyykviNtI/s1600-h/luau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066302447914734738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rk8fO-SmVJI/AAAAAAAAADg/X2NyykviNtI/s320/luau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this isn't my favorite picture but I've been slow at the blog lately...  so we'll take another picture soon (maybe even today!) and post it but I wanted to add something.  this picture is from our ASU end-of-the-year luau.  It's at least a decent pic of Brandon's new facial hair design(aka trucker stache) and a profile of my ever-growing belly.  We love you!  Riverside is great - we already have our new CA license plates and we know where a grocery store, Home Depot, Target and Trader Joe's is located.  We also know how not to get on the 215 North and to avoid Interstate 91 around any sort of traffic times.  The weather is cooler than AZ but we don't know anyone here... yet.  We miss our friends in Tempe and are trying to get ready for our baby's arrival.  I guess this is getting to be random.  I'll tell you more next time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5733788789968565832?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5733788789968565832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5733788789968565832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5733788789968565832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5733788789968565832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/05/tempe-2-riverside.html' title='Tempe 2 Riverside'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rk8fO-SmVJI/AAAAAAAAADg/X2NyykviNtI/s72-c/luau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1078580183850136937</id><published>2007-05-02T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:04:15.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks!</title><content type='html'>Hello again!  My parents came to visit this weekend and we had a great time.  They hadn't seen me pregnant since Thanksgiving so they enjoyed the drastic changes since then.  They were amazing help, too, since we had lots of projects to do (cleaning, packing and going to fun restaurants).  Brandon and I enjoyed every minute of it - we also swam in our pool, took walks and talked about babies.  thanks, Mom &amp; Dad!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rjk0hhTHY-I/AAAAAAAAADY/ufQJfswz6EM/s1600-h/100_4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060133406806336482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rjk0hhTHY-I/AAAAAAAAADY/ufQJfswz6EM/s320/100_4458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1078580183850136937?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1078580183850136937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1078580183850136937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1078580183850136937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1078580183850136937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/05/32-weeks.html' title='32 weeks!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rjk0hhTHY-I/AAAAAAAAADY/ufQJfswz6EM/s72-c/100_4458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3149369739240262320</id><published>2007-04-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:24:15.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RigGol_leZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OeFy6DADA40/s1600-h/100_4352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055297876186724754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RigGol_leZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OeFy6DADA40/s320/100_4352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am - a nice profile shot for you.  I'm definitely sticking out.  I still feel good and happy to be pregnant.  We have been taking a 4-week childbirth prep class and I also just took a breastfeeding class.  we're learning a lot!  Our little girl is still tumbling and moving and kicking and she even had hiccups one night when I was falling asleep.  I thought she was kicking at first but in my half-sleep state, I noticed that her kicks were quite rhythmic and the same each time...  I yelled out: "Hiccups" but I woke Brandon up and then I fell asleep.  oh well.   she also has taken up sticking something up in my rib area which makes it a little harder to bend or breathe.  I just poke her back but it doesn't seem to bother her.  And today, I finally made the trek to Babies 'R Us with a friend who could help counsel me through baby registering.  That place can be slightly overwhelming.  But I made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3149369739240262320?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3149369739240262320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3149369739240262320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3149369739240262320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3149369739240262320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/04/30-weeks.html' title='30 weeks!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RigGol_leZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OeFy6DADA40/s72-c/100_4352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2872086066756338415</id><published>2007-04-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:15:03.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico - 30 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RigFYF_leXI/AAAAAAAAADA/o9MH5aePEe4/s1600-h/100_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055296493207255410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RigFYF_leXI/AAAAAAAAADA/o9MH5aePEe4/s320/100_4359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on our way back from Mexico last weekend.  We had an amazing 4 day weekend (courtesy of my cool brother and sister-in-law) in Puerto Penasco as a pre-baby vacation.  We had a great time relaxing and playing poolside.  The cactus behind us is called an ocotillo and are in bloom this time of year.  they're strange and beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2872086066756338415?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2872086066756338415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2872086066756338415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2872086066756338415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2872086066756338415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/04/mexico-30-weeks.html' title='Mexico - 30 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RigFYF_leXI/AAAAAAAAADA/o9MH5aePEe4/s72-c/100_4359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3326098036576308894</id><published>2007-04-10T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:24:23.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UC Riverside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempe'/><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>Kristin and I are enjoying temperatures in the upper 80's out here in the land of sunshine. We have no big news to report on the pregnancy or the baby. We just took a three day trip out to Riverside to check out houses, the campus, and hospitals. It was a really good trip and very worth while. It is hard to believe that we will no longer have a home in Tempe in one short month. There is much to do between now and then and I think we will be quite busy for the next couple of months. Things should really be ralaxing and slow down once the baby comes (yeah right!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3326098036576308894?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3326098036576308894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3326098036576308894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3326098036576308894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3326098036576308894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/04/kristin-and-i-are-enjoying-temperatures.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-8974235112294399820</id><published>2007-04-01T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:13:23.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd trimester'/><title type='text'>28 week belly shot</title><content type='html'>Well, some of you probably think this is a cool picture and some of you think it's a little odd... either way, here it is.  my belly @ the beginning of the 3rd trimester.  I know that our little girl is going to more than double in size and I can't believe I have that much more room.  Now when she moves around, my whole belly moves and jumps and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RhBzwG9MwvI/AAAAAAAAACo/si0JaP8z6iA/s1600-h/100_4335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048662452620542706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RhBzwG9MwvI/AAAAAAAAACo/si0JaP8z6iA/s320/100_4335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's entertaining to watch from the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-8974235112294399820?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/8974235112294399820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=8974235112294399820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8974235112294399820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/8974235112294399820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/04/28-week-belly-shot.html' title='28 week belly shot'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RhBzwG9MwvI/AAAAAAAAACo/si0JaP8z6iA/s72-c/100_4335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1297470075672420876</id><published>2007-04-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:05:48.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><title type='text'>Our Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048660068913693410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RhBxlW9MwuI/AAAAAAAAACg/MwKVEUUm0WE/s320/100_4348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kristin and I went to get one last ultrasound before we meet our little girl face to face.  We had a good time watching her move around and open her mouth and eyes.  The doctor said that she is doing well and just slightly ahead of schedule in weight gain.  It is obvious to us that she is in the top 1% of beautiful babies.  Maybe even the top .01%.  It is pretty amazing and humbling to think that God would entrust this little girl to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1297470075672420876?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1297470075672420876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1297470075672420876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1297470075672420876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1297470075672420876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-little-girl.html' title='Our Little Girl'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RhBxlW9MwuI/AAAAAAAAACg/MwKVEUUm0WE/s72-c/100_4348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2659881910148158579</id><published>2007-04-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:57:43.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd trimester'/><title type='text'>28 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RhBvX29MwtI/AAAAAAAAACY/106Nhi0hZvc/s1600-h/100_4332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048657637962203858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RhBvX29MwtI/AAAAAAAAACY/106Nhi0hZvc/s320/100_4332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3rd trimester has begun and all is well.  Our baby girl appears healthy and weighs about 2.6 pounds.  We will begin our childbirth preparation classes this Tuesday.  By Wednesday we should have everything figured out.  Ha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are a little sad that we only have 5 weeks left in our house here in Tempe.  We love the pool and the orange tree behind us but God has good things in store for us in California.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2659881910148158579?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2659881910148158579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2659881910148158579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2659881910148158579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2659881910148158579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/04/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RhBvX29MwtI/AAAAAAAAACY/106Nhi0hZvc/s72-c/100_4332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-1606600210975137872</id><published>2007-03-25T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:46:27.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RgamW80OhsI/AAAAAAAAACM/_lvfyqMO0mE/s1600-h/000_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045903345727735490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RgamW80OhsI/AAAAAAAAACM/_lvfyqMO0mE/s320/000_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell0 - this picture is taken in our back covered patio area.  Our news is that our house sold on Friday - so we're really thankful and happy that it sold so quickly as well as sad because now our house won't be ours as of May 11.  I'm feeling well - my belly button is definitely stretched almost completely or maybe it will pop out one of these days...?  I think I prefer stretched.  Our little girl is busy moving almost all the time and I love feeling her from inside and watching my belly do moves I can't control.  Thanks for keeping up with us and for all your prayers for me and our little girl!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-1606600210975137872?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1606600210975137872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=1606600210975137872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1606600210975137872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/1606600210975137872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/03/26-weeks.html' title='26 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RgamW80OhsI/AAAAAAAAACM/_lvfyqMO0mE/s72-c/000_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-7441686453089361283</id><published>2007-03-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:19:17.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more of spring break - 25 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rf2sIEv0U7I/AAAAAAAAABo/jMBli6ImAs0/s1600-h/100_4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043376412438057906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rf2sIEv0U7I/AAAAAAAAABo/jMBli6ImAs0/s320/100_4308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this picture is of all the girls that stayed in one of the condos with me.  we had a sand castle competition on the last day and since we called our condo "the palace," we made a sand castle in the shape of a crown.  isn't it beautiful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-7441686453089361283?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7441686453089361283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=7441686453089361283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7441686453089361283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/7441686453089361283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-of-spring-break-25-weeks.html' title='more of spring break - 25 weeks'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rf2sIEv0U7I/AAAAAAAAABo/jMBli6ImAs0/s72-c/100_4308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2391367652517458614</id><published>2007-03-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:13:20.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 weeks - in Mexico</title><content type='html'>We spent last week in San Felipe, Mexico, with 37 students for spring break.  San Felipe is a great little fishing town on the Sea of Cortez.  This picture is of me and a few freshmen girls on the day we went fishing (we're all wearing our fishing hats).  It was a beautiful day to be on the water, we caught lots of fish and we even spotted 2 whales.  The trip was great and the students had a blast.  We'll post another picture soon.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rf2neEv0U6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fzTTs_OKnyE/s1600-h/100_4254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043371292837041058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rf2neEv0U6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fzTTs_OKnyE/s320/100_4254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2391367652517458614?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2391367652517458614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2391367652517458614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2391367652517458614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2391367652517458614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/03/25-weeks-in-mexico.html' title='25 weeks - in Mexico'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rf2neEv0U6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fzTTs_OKnyE/s72-c/100_4254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2128248210757317396</id><published>2007-03-02T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:17:34.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ReiFr4L83MI/AAAAAAAAABU/u0MPWfinlrQ/s1600-h/100_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037423172077280450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ReiFr4L83MI/AAAAAAAAABU/u0MPWfinlrQ/s320/100_4204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a recent picture of us at the beach in San Diego!  We had a conference with students east of San Diego.  But during our free time, we always hit the road with a few carloads of Arizona students and head to the beach.  It was fun to stick our toes in and look like tourists.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2128248210757317396?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2128248210757317396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2128248210757317396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2128248210757317396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2128248210757317396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-beach.html' title='At the beach'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ReiFr4L83MI/AAAAAAAAABU/u0MPWfinlrQ/s72-c/100_4204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2463742952371799626</id><published>2007-03-02T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:12:59.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ReiFLoL83LI/AAAAAAAAABI/tg_XLMGNhS8/s1600-h/100_4235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037422618026499250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ReiFLoL83LI/AAAAAAAAABI/tg_XLMGNhS8/s320/100_4235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am again... poolside. I've been feeling great! I have been feeling the little girl inside of me kicking and moving for a couple weeks. But lately, I can feel her all throughout the day. It's so fun to be reminded of her presence by all of her squirms and dances. She weighs just over one pound (so the websites tell us) and her bones are definitely formed enough to remind me she's there. Thanks for praying and checking out our path to parenthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2463742952371799626?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2463742952371799626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2463742952371799626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2463742952371799626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2463742952371799626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/03/23-weeks.html' title='23 weeks!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/ReiFLoL83LI/AAAAAAAAABI/tg_XLMGNhS8/s72-c/100_4235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3689863999587011641</id><published>2007-02-12T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:07:24.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Crouch'/><title type='text'>Any Advice?</title><content type='html'>What an awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; it is to be entrusted with a little baby girl.  Kristin and I are so excited to be parents.  I am sure that there will be good times, bad times, hard times, and fun times.  At this point we are still trucking along in our well ordered lives and I have a feeling that our lives will look much much much different in about 4 months.  If any parents out there have any advice that they would like to leave here as "comments" we would love to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3689863999587011641?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3689863999587011641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3689863999587011641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3689863999587011641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3689863999587011641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/02/any-advice.html' title='Any Advice?'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6604067867438270684</id><published>2007-02-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:27:15.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rc6JR9EgzYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eMDfV-Etl2Y/s1600-h/100_4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030108775363693954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rc6JR9EgzYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eMDfV-Etl2Y/s320/100_4187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of me at 21 weeks! I am feeling well and enjoying my growing belly (which is an attention point of many conversations with the ASU college girls). They're really excited and quite interested in our growing baby. They also offer lots of suggested names of our little girl. Lately, I've heard Dottie Periwinkle, Paisley Bubbles and of course, everyone thinks their own name is a splendid idea... Brandon and I have discussed some names but aren't near a decision. And we're also thinking that we're going to keep it a secret until our little girl's debut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6604067867438270684?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6604067867438270684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6604067867438270684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6604067867438270684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6604067867438270684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-heres-picture-of-me-at-21-weeks-i.html' title='21 Weeks!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rc6JR9EgzYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eMDfV-Etl2Y/s72-c/100_4187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-3415249789276304320</id><published>2007-02-10T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:34:59.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rc5_XdEgzXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2rg5Y9ht4us/s1600-h/100_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030097874736696690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rc5_XdEgzXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2rg5Y9ht4us/s320/100_4190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, here's the answer to the last blog's question... it's a girl! We had our ultrasound on Tuesday and it was really fun to see our little girl kick and move. Brandon wrote these two refrigerator magnet-phrases after our appointment. And a picture of the sonogram picture isn't as clear as it is in person, but we're sure you'll recognize her incredible beauty even with a glance. It's pretty amazing to know that God has given us a girl as our first child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-3415249789276304320?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3415249789276304320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=3415249789276304320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3415249789276304320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/3415249789276304320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-heres-answer-to-last-blogs.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/Rc5_XdEgzXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2rg5Y9ht4us/s72-c/100_4190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-5959069744828654097</id><published>2007-02-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:00:36.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy or Girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RcJUxuDST6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YiU2mtPE7sA/s1600-h/100_4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026673347251031970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RcJUxuDST6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YiU2mtPE7sA/s320/100_4184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was recently inspired to try and make little baby booties. I'm a beginner sewer (seamstress?) and that is a favorable way of describing myself. But my friend has a blog which gave me the idea and a link that gave me directions (with step-by-step pictures) on how to sew these little booties. I made one pair for a little boy and one for a little girl. And although they're not perfect, I have to say that I'm pretty proud of them! We have our ultrasound next Tuesday so we'll let you know if our little one will be wearing the blue ones or the pink ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-5959069744828654097?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5959069744828654097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=5959069744828654097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5959069744828654097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/5959069744828654097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/02/boy-or-girl.html' title='Boy or Girl?'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RcJUxuDST6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YiU2mtPE7sA/s72-c/100_4184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-2948321922297627076</id><published>2007-01-25T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:34:46.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 weeks and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RbmEw-DST5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_2cqUdDIWoY/s1600-h/100_4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024192836133867410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RbmEw-DST5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_2cqUdDIWoY/s320/100_4178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word on the streets is that I'm in the middle of the easiest and most fun part of a pregnancy. And I would agree - it has been fun! I feel good and am excited for all that's ahead. Here's a picture of me by our orange tree in our backyard. I think I look pregnant and Brandon notices my belly more while hugging me; but strangers still might not guess that I'm pregnant. I've been doing a lot of reading lately about pregnancy, labor, exercises - these library books will keep me busy for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I read Matthew 2, which tells the story of the magis' visit to Joseph, Mary and Jesus. Some time after their visit, God warns Joseph in a dream to leave for Egypt to escape Herod's killing of young boys. They move to Egypt and then eventually to Nazareth. It doesn't say if they knew anyone or had any family in either location. It encouraged me and reminded me to trust God as we plan on moving to Riverside in May (before the baby). God is indeed the One who will lead and provide for us - all three of us. There is much to wonder and consider and dream about between the lines of the story in Matthew 2. What did Mary think of Joseph and his dream? How their families missed them and wanted them near. Was Joseph scared to lead his family into a new country? How was their marriage affected? And how did Jesus grow up with all those transitions? God led and ruled over it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-2948321922297627076?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2948321922297627076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=2948321922297627076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2948321922297627076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/2948321922297627076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/01/18-weeks-and-counting.html' title='18 weeks and counting...'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RbmEw-DST5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/_2cqUdDIWoY/s72-c/100_4178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6703618265435821752</id><published>2007-01-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:50:29.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Crouch'/><title type='text'>Large Onion</title><content type='html'>The little one is officially the size of a large onion.  We are not talking about a small onion, a green onion, or even a medium sized onion.  We are talking about a LARGE onion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole pregnancy thing sure is an educational experience for a guy.  For instance I had no idea that a little baby could be compared to so many different fruits and foods.  I have also learned the benefits of squatting during pregnancy to help in child birth.  Many things I have learned would probably be inappropriate to share on this here blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6703618265435821752?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6703618265435821752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6703618265435821752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6703618265435821752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6703618265435821752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/01/large-onion.html' title='Large Onion'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-6593875488651552557</id><published>2007-01-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:08:57.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avocado-size baby/growing-belly</title><content type='html'>Here's picture #1 of me, the mommy-to-be.  My belly is growing and at 16 1/2 weeks, people who know me would say I look at least a little pregnant.  It's kind of strange to have a growing tummy and I'm happy to be done with nausea and extreme exhaustion.  I'm on to better things now like headaches and ache-y hips.  But I am thankful for all of it.  And the second trimester has been quite lovely, I'd have to say.  It's fun to be pregnant and it's fun to be pregnant with Brandon.  He seems to enjoy my growing belly as much as me.  We go for the ultrasound appointment in one month and I'm looking forward to it.  In the meantime, we will talk about names and weird aches and wonder when I'll first feel the babe's movements.  Kristin&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RaWaR-DST4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/T7uxlMvKrYc/s1600-h/100_4174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018586993279520642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RaWaR-DST4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/T7uxlMvKrYc/s320/100_4174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-6593875488651552557?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6593875488651552557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=6593875488651552557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6593875488651552557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/6593875488651552557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2007/01/avocado-size-babygrowing-belly.html' title='Avocado-size baby/growing-belly'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pKAQx1xwjM/RaWaR-DST4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/T7uxlMvKrYc/s72-c/100_4174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7953707038767467503.post-4955902801664497076</id><published>2006-12-13T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:12:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From fig to lime</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true... the little one who was once the size of a fig is now officially the size of a small lime.  Kristin is nearing the end of the first trimester, but she isn't out of it yet... she got to see dinner twice last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has had sickness off and on but amazingly it has come at the most opportune times.  We were in CA for 8 full days... riding in a plane, 1300 miles in a car, walking on campus, in meetings, staying in friends houses... and she didn't get sick even once.  If you ask me, I think that God had something to do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7953707038767467503-4955902801664497076?l=babycrouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4955902801664497076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7953707038767467503&amp;postID=4955902801664497076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4955902801664497076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7953707038767467503/posts/default/4955902801664497076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babycrouch.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-fig-to-lime.html' title='From fig to lime'/><author><name>Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin Crouch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01299983327761933158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
