<?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-2566223564266761131</id><updated>2012-02-12T16:32:05.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilton Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Blake, Sarah, Corban and Crews BLOG!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-2962407575964971539</id><published>2008-03-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:47:07.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NATALIE tagged me</title><content type='html'>Natalie tagged me a while back and I've never filled this survey out!  Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random info&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;I was 17 years old and a junior in high school.  Who knows what I was doing...being crazy I'm sure.  Thank the LORD things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;-Bible study&lt;br /&gt;-Get invites for Crews birthday at least written out&lt;br /&gt;-Lunch at Peter Piper with the girls...need to invite Kevin Bailey since he's now a desperate housewife too.&lt;br /&gt;-Meet with two of my favorite girls at the house during the boys nap time.  &lt;br /&gt;-Leave the boys to go to crave with Alisha and for me to go to work downtown.&lt;br /&gt;-American Idol results night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I suddenly became a Billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not sure if I could figure out ten percent for a tithe...I guess you could just give half...not like you would need all that money.  It would be so much fun to give away so much money.  &lt;br /&gt;-I have to confess I would get a housekeeper&lt;br /&gt;-Pay for this house and fix it completely up&lt;br /&gt;-Buy another house for struggling college kids to live in...or for our interns to live in.&lt;br /&gt;-Hook my parents up with something...they have most everything, but find some way to give back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;-Forgetting my cell phone, not having it on me, or just checking out and not calling people back for several days.  &lt;br /&gt;-Passing gas under the covers and then trapping Blake under it.  He hates that.&lt;br /&gt;-I leave every cabinet door open.  I don't even notice it.  They are just always on.&lt;br /&gt;-Leaving the kitchen water running while I work in the kitchen.  I love the noise.&lt;br /&gt;-Running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five jobs I have had:&lt;br /&gt;-Working for my dad at his office...saving for a car before I was fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;-Birthday Party Hostess at the Plex.  (Games, Go Karts, Bumper Boats, mini golf, batting cages)&lt;br /&gt;-Life Gaurd for three or four summers at Wichita Falls Country Club. &lt;br /&gt;-KC Cleaners...then some mafia guy in Abilene at his house...scary...had to quit that one.&lt;br /&gt;-Haskell First National Bank in Abilene, Nanny, Medical World Conferences, Assistant at PWood...sorry more than five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things people don't know about me:&lt;br /&gt;-I HATE cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;-I raced pigeons when I was younger and was on the Today show with my dad in high school because of it.&lt;br /&gt;-I used to go hunting all the time.  Killed my limit in dove and I've shot one buck and one hog...lots of squirrels...dad used to pay me a dollar a squirrel because they chewed all the wiring in our attic.  Sorry animal lovers.&lt;br /&gt;-My best friend Kent...his mom used to spank me when we were like five because I wouldn't keep my shirt on when we played outside.  I didn't think it was fair he got to have his shirt off.  Seriously...I mean there was no difference.&lt;br /&gt;-One time in early elementary school, my best friend dared me to ask my mean church choir teacher the definition of a bad word (which I won't mention)...and so she punished us by taking away all of our tokens at this game place we all got to go to at the end of choir camp week...I was mad so I made this other kid use his tickets and buy me a skull head key chain.  Then my best friend Kent and I wrote "YOUR NEXT" on it and hung it on her car door handle.  My very first death threat to ever give.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I tag...I think everyones been tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-2962407575964971539?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/2962407575964971539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=2962407575964971539' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/2962407575964971539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/2962407575964971539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2008/03/natalie-tagged-me.html' title='NATALIE tagged me'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-1410052784937421693</id><published>2008-03-06T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:08.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were we right in thinking PINK????</title><content type='html'>YOU GUESSED IT!!  THANKS EVERYONE FOR THINKING PINK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE HAVING A BABY GIRL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C-BkGdR1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/FR0vKgHdL74/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C-BkGdR1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/FR0vKgHdL74/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174844905928607570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C_MEGdR2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/F735BDSkKzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C_MEGdR2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/F735BDSkKzQ/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174846185828861794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink things are already flowing in and we are so excited!  Corban and Crew now talk about their baby sister!!  It's so cute!!  July 19th we'll be welcoming our new baby girl!!  YEAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-1410052784937421693?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/1410052784937421693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=1410052784937421693' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/1410052784937421693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/1410052784937421693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-we-right-in-thinking-pink.html' title='Were we right in thinking PINK????'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C-BkGdR1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/FR0vKgHdL74/s72-c/IMG_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-7469446133267350430</id><published>2008-03-06T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:09.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY</title><content type='html'>So today the boys had so much fun with their dad playing in the snow!!  The Snow man they built was AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C8gkGdRzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gE7j5hqFL18/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C8gkGdRzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gE7j5hqFL18/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174843239481296690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C76EGdRyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GEcgeMfYjVA/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C76EGdRyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GEcgeMfYjVA/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174842578056333090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until of course...Crew started screaming from the pain of frostbite on his fingers so we had to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C9E0GdR0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/R0iUdhfr_Ss/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C9E0GdR0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/R0iUdhfr_Ss/s320/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174843862251554626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-7469446133267350430?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/7469446133267350430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=7469446133267350430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/7469446133267350430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/7469446133267350430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/R9C8gkGdRzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gE7j5hqFL18/s72-c/IMG_0317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-705840098418442596</id><published>2008-02-12T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:10.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINES DAY TRIBUTE TO MY BOYS</title><content type='html'>I had a revelation the other day.  I was mopping our horrible lanoleum floor the other day and I began to get angrier and angrier as I couldn't get the huge black skid marks that streaked across half of it off.  I found myself frustrated and saying things in my head, "What would possess my husband to push the boys around so fast and hard through the house on their tricycles until there were huge black skid marks on my floor THAT DON'T COME OFF!!"  Who would do such a thing?  As soon as I found myself complaining I realized that I would take those skid marks every day and in every part of the flooring in my home so my boys can know what it is to have a father who loves them and honestly enjoys every second of playing and being with them!  WOW!  How priceless.  I pray each and every day for my sons that the love their father so selflessly gives them will transfer into the knowledge and understanding of how much their heavenly father loves them and pursues them every second of every day!  So for now, the skid marks remain and I'm even able to smile and remember ultimately who faithfully loves and pursues me each day...my heavenly FATHER.  So, for Valentines Day...I am thankful for how much I love my husband, who is such a good picture of how GOD loves me...HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BLAKE, CORBIE AND CREW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R7Hm6ZpByXI/AAAAAAAAADM/tOOlMU81Zz8/s1600-h/IMG_9671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R7Hm6ZpByXI/AAAAAAAAADM/tOOlMU81Zz8/s320/IMG_9671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166164138560440690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R7HndZpByYI/AAAAAAAAADU/qILaxzQRGUg/s1600-h/IMG_9836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R7HndZpByYI/AAAAAAAAADU/qILaxzQRGUg/s320/IMG_9836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166164739855862146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R7Hn0JpByZI/AAAAAAAAADc/yEPNTpRn32w/s1600-h/IMG_9709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R7Hn0JpByZI/AAAAAAAAADc/yEPNTpRn32w/s320/IMG_9709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166165130697886098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R7How5pByaI/AAAAAAAAADk/sa5pcrZI3y4/s1600-h/IMG_9809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R7How5pByaI/AAAAAAAAADk/sa5pcrZI3y4/s320/IMG_9809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166166174374939042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-705840098418442596?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/705840098418442596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=705840098418442596' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/705840098418442596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/705840098418442596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-tribute-to-my-boys.html' title='VALENTINES DAY TRIBUTE TO MY BOYS'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/R7Hm6ZpByXI/AAAAAAAAADM/tOOlMU81Zz8/s72-c/IMG_9671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-3030794754955410394</id><published>2008-01-24T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:11.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Weeks Pregnant, 5 Week old Puppies, Pneumonia, Stomach Bug, Smelly Feet</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I've blogged...life has been a tad full!  In case you haven't heard, I'm 14 weeks pregnant right now and we are really excited!  I'm getting fatter every day, but also feeling less tired and sick every day!  YEAH!  I think we'll find out if it's a girl or boy toward the end of February!  I'm trying to think pink though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before Christmas our sweet Boxer Zoey had two little puppies!  They are too cute, but such a handful.  The smell in the bathroom is so overpowering if we don't clean it constantly.  Only a couple more weeks before we can give them away.  Anyone want one?  They are soooo sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R5kO0xJzUMI/AAAAAAAAACk/NLR1MnR06Ic/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R5kO0xJzUMI/AAAAAAAAACk/NLR1MnR06Ic/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159171147840049346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R5kPPxJzUNI/AAAAAAAAACs/MJwXZJQO2-8/s1600-h/IMG_9943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R5kPPxJzUNI/AAAAAAAAACs/MJwXZJQO2-8/s320/IMG_9943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159171611696517330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Crew had double Pneumonia after Christmas...now we think Corban has it...except now he's throwing up and pooing everywhere!  I'm hoping it's because of the antibiotic and not the tummy bug!  We'll see!  Tired of being inside though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R5kPyxJzUOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PauktpOOPS0/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/R5kPyxJzUOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PauktpOOPS0/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159172212991938786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly Feet...well that has to do with today.  My feet smell really bad from these shoes I've been wearing with no socks and it's making my stomach hurt.  I should go wash them, but I can't quit watching Celebrity Rehab on VH1.  If you haven't seen it you should tune in!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it for the Chilton's.  Life is good, real and full and we're thankful for every bit of it.  I'll try to be better at blogging, but no promises!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-3030794754955410394?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/3030794754955410394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=3030794754955410394' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/3030794754955410394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/3030794754955410394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2008/01/14-weeks-pregnant-5-week-old-puppies.html' title='14 Weeks Pregnant, 5 Week old Puppies, Pneumonia, Stomach Bug, Smelly Feet'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/R5kO0xJzUMI/AAAAAAAAACk/NLR1MnR06Ic/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-993300575467268142</id><published>2007-09-28T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:17:56.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauren Tagged Me</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Game of Tag about your MAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your man? Blake J&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been together? 4.5 years married, 7 years total&lt;br /&gt;3. How long dated? 2.5 years&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man? 30&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more? Him.&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said "I love you" first? He did in the creek at his grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller? Blake by 7 inches&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better? Blake has an awesome voice, but he has a hard time picking up harmony unless I teach it to him...so I would have to say that I sing better!!  HA!!&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter? I don't know who is smarter.  I definitely did better in school...but he doesn't even try and can pull a B...so if he tried...he probably is a lot smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse? I would have to say his although it's gotten a lot better and of course...I have a slight temper too.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry? I definitely do the laundry.  For the last month it's been completely done every day...no dirty clothes.  Surprising.  He will try to do it sometimes, but he almost always ruins something so I BEG him not to do it.  &lt;br /&gt;12. Who takes out the garbage? Mostly Blake, but if he forgets I do it.  &lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? If you are looking at the bed from the foot of it, Blake sleeps on the right side.&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills? I have always done the bills, but the last couple of months Blake has been doing them.  &lt;br /&gt;15. Who is better with the computer? I would have to say that I am...he knows how to email...oh and I taught him how to pull up spider solitaire the other day!  &lt;br /&gt;16. Who mows the lawn? If our mower wasn't broke I'd go mow that foot tall grass right now.  Blake mostly mows, but he's been gone so much that I've done it since the summer mostly. &lt;br /&gt;17. Who cooks dinner? I definitely cook dinner...although Blake knows how to make a sandwich and macaronni.  Sad thing is he still can't even make the instant oatmeal right.  The kids look at it like, "We're supposed to eat that glue?"  :)&lt;br /&gt;18. Who drives when you are together? We take turns.  Blake falls asleep while he drives so on long trips I mostly drive because even if he does drive I can't fall asleep because I'm too afraid.  &lt;br /&gt;19. Who pays when you go out? He does because I hate carrying a purse.&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is most stubborn? I would have to say that I am.  He gives in and definitely says he's sorry WAY before me.&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? He definitely is.  I take forever to say I'm sorry...although I'm getting better. &lt;br /&gt;22. Whose parents do you see the most? It goes in spurts.  His parents like to come stay at our house and visit us...while mine mostly come for day trips or we will go there for a weekend.  Sometimes we see mine a lot...then sometimes we see his a lot.  Just depends.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who kissed who first? Definitely he kissed me first...on the forehead outside his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;24. Who asked who out? He did.&lt;br /&gt;25. Who proposed? Blake.&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is more sensitive? Neither one of us are overly sensitive.  I'm probably meaner though.&lt;br /&gt;27. Who has more friends? For sure Blake.  He doesn't meet a stranger.  I'm more the recluse type.  &lt;br /&gt;28. Who has more siblings? Me...youngest of five. &lt;br /&gt;29. Who wears the pants in the family? I like to wear the pants, but GOD has been gracious in showing Blake how to lead and me how to follow.  I have to say that although he is for sure the leader...he is just always gracious in wanting my input and truly valuing my thoughts and opinions and desires for our family.  So...that's pretty easy to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I have to tag 5 people: Steph, Maury, Kimbo, and I don't have too many more friends, but everyone can do it if they want!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-993300575467268142?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/993300575467268142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=993300575467268142' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/993300575467268142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/993300575467268142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/09/lauren-tagged-me.html' title='Lauren Tagged Me'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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-2566223564266761131.post-1798679906652056875</id><published>2007-08-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:08:48.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Random Facts/Habits</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my friend Natalie to give 8 random facts/habits about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (**if you’re a non-blogger, you can email them!)&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eight random facts and/or habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am deathly afraid of cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My dad raced pigeons my whole life and I spent several years racing pigeons with him.  No...they don't go in a gymnasium and run laps...they get dropped off several hundred miles away and then fly back to our home.  Embarrassingly enough, my sophomore year of high school I was on the Today Show for racing pigeons with my dad.  YES YES...they came to our house and did a segment on us.  I do own a copy for any viewers who might want to partake in seeing this!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This may be well known about me, but I seem to always have a stain somewhere on my clothing as well as my house is always a bit unkept.  I used to never be like this.  I don't know what happened to me.  Hopefully I will change back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When my uncle passed away my sisters and I had to sing at his funeral.  A one hundred one year old lady played the piano for us and she kept playing all the wrong thing.  We stood on stage hysterically laughing (you know like when you were little and in church and not supposed to laugh so it made you laugh harder)...well it was this type of laughing and we couldn't stop.  Finally we just sat down and quit all together.  It was horrible, but absolutely hilarious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss my husband so bad right now that I feel like I might possibly go out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was the one in college who changed the marquee sign on our theater building to say something really mean about our dorm director.  Really mean.  I've repented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I could ever go back to school for my masters I would love to do Christian Counseling.  In the mean time my passion is just being in people's lives and walking through life with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have to use Sally Hansen Cream Hair Remover to remove my mustache.  EVERY LADY SHOULD PURCHASE THIS because it's soft on the skin and doesn't leave large burn marks...special thanks to my friend Laurie who talked me into nairing my lip in middle school and I've had a mustache ever since...those dang Nair burn marks too...OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the girls I have tagged...I don't think I have eight friends so I will tag two of my favorites...Maury Jo and Stephie!!  Love ya'll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-1798679906652056875?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/1798679906652056875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=1798679906652056875' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/1798679906652056875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/1798679906652056875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-random-factshabits.html' title='8 Random Facts/Habits'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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-2566223564266761131.post-6696930991725006130</id><published>2007-07-18T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:22:42.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear, Fear, Fear</title><content type='html'>John Piper on Fear...I also know most of my fear is sin.  It goes against the command of GOD because it does not come from faith in HIS  promises.  It comes from unbelief.  Fear is a sign of Pride and Unbelief.  Pride, because of fear that some weakness might be exposed; unbelief because I'm not resting in GOD's promised sufficiency.  It is a battle to take GOD at HIS word and rest in HIS all-sufficiency and do what HE commands without wavering in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months now I've been hearing about fear of man and dying to learn more about it.  I honestly felt it wasn't a struggle for me...mainly because I wasn't sure how it was defined.  Today I was taking a nap and of course dreaming through all the different scenarios that I am currently worried about this week...when all of a sudden in my sleep GOD gently said, "This is your fear as well as your fear of man, Sarah!"  When I woke up I realized that for the third day in a row, GOD had revealed my sin to me through my sleep.  This may sound cool, but sadly enough, it's probably the only place HE can get me to slow down enough to listen to HIM.  So, why do I care what others might think?  Is there possibly some truth in what they think?  Is it revealing weakness in myself?  Am I fearful CHRIST isn't enough?  Should I take care of these circumstances my own way?  Why do I put myself in so much bondage when GOD is the only thing worthy of my fear?  I'm so thankful I ran across Piper's sermon.  It has truly helped me battle to take GOD at HIS WORD and rest in HIS all-sufficiency and do what HE commands without wavering in fear.  What a battle and what a struggle...but what a relief to surrender to CHRIST and relish in HIS mercy on my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this sermon if you want!  &lt;br /&gt;http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/Sermons/ByDate/1981/304_Even_the_Hairs_of_My_Head_Are_All_Numbered/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-6696930991725006130?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/6696930991725006130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=6696930991725006130' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/6696930991725006130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/6696930991725006130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/07/fear-fear-fear.html' title='Fear, Fear, Fear'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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-2566223564266761131.post-8393212426093636640</id><published>2007-07-17T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:12.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPICE UP YOUR BORING SUMMER NIGHTS</title><content type='html'>Well if you find that you become bored with your family on some of these hot summer nights...just go to your local Super Target and have your husband push you and the kids around in a shopping cart, in the parking lot at eleven o'clock at night.  Seriously.  It keeps him thin and looking good and...well...you and the kids have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp26krh3H6I/AAAAAAAAACc/XNvt-soCUhQ/s1600-h/n118501449_30599092_3680%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp26krh3H6I/AAAAAAAAACc/XNvt-soCUhQ/s200/n118501449_30599092_3680%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088428293321334690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp26frh3H5I/AAAAAAAAACU/gTt-QXiroDk/s1600-h/n118501449_30599090_1262%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp26frh3H5I/AAAAAAAAACU/gTt-QXiroDk/s200/n118501449_30599090_1262%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088428207421988754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp26ZLh3H4I/AAAAAAAAACM/l3glPAKMCh8/s1600-h/n118501449_30599087_7390%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp26ZLh3H4I/AAAAAAAAACM/l3glPAKMCh8/s200/n118501449_30599087_7390%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088428095752839042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-8393212426093636640?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/8393212426093636640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=8393212426093636640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/8393212426093636640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/8393212426093636640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/07/spice-up-your-boring-summer-nights.html' title='SPICE UP YOUR BORING SUMMER NIGHTS'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp26krh3H6I/AAAAAAAAACc/XNvt-soCUhQ/s72-c/n118501449_30599092_3680%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-5124665516193036396</id><published>2007-07-17T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:12.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATING LYN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp25uLh3H3I/AAAAAAAAACE/f6zfFsJLwSM/s1600-h/n118501449_30605080_8779%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp25uLh3H3I/AAAAAAAAACE/f6zfFsJLwSM/s200/n118501449_30605080_8779%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088427357018464114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp25e7h3H2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ADT7_-0NAgY/s1600-h/n118501449_30605078_1347%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp25e7h3H2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ADT7_-0NAgY/s200/n118501449_30605078_1347%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088427095025459042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Lyn Forrest finally finished all her schooling to become a teacher as well as passed her exam...AND CAN NOW BE A TEACHER!!!  YEAH!!!  We are so excited for her and we sure did have a fun night at PF Changs and Bahama Bucks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-5124665516193036396?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/5124665516193036396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=5124665516193036396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/5124665516193036396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/5124665516193036396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/07/celebrating-lyn.html' title='CELEBRATING LYN'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/Rp25uLh3H3I/AAAAAAAAACE/f6zfFsJLwSM/s72-c/n118501449_30605080_8779%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-8597856906013299200</id><published>2007-05-30T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:13.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>We honestly didn't do much over the weekend, but being like the spur of the moment family that we are...we decided on Sunday to go visit the grandparents and great grandparents in Jonesboro, TX.  Seriously, we decided to go, packed within thirty minutes and loaded up in Blake's brothers truck for a three hour ride to the country!  We had a lot of fun!!  I had some time to write and study as well as get some rest!  Corban and Crew had fun with Nana and Poppy as well as their great grandparents!  Corband played in the creek naked and Crew stuck mostly to jeep rides with his Poppy and brother as well as pushing trucks on the porch!  We are truly blessed to have family.  When I see the pictures of my boys with their great grandparents my heart just melts.  We are fortunate to still have them around and for my boys to know both of their sweet spirits.  What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5chmhuZPI/AAAAAAAAABc/8zGoPq2B4os/s1600-h/ccgdswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5chmhuZPI/AAAAAAAAABc/8zGoPq2B4os/s320/ccgdswing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070591962813195506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5c12huZQI/AAAAAAAAABk/AhQPsvm7r4Q/s1600-h/ccgdgmswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5c12huZQI/AAAAAAAAABk/AhQPsvm7r4Q/s320/ccgdgmswing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070592310705546498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5dDGhuZRI/AAAAAAAAABs/vNSoYvjqLH4/s1600-h/corbanwaterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5dDGhuZRI/AAAAAAAAABs/vNSoYvjqLH4/s320/corbanwaterfall.jpg" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070592538338813202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5dZGhuZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K5F2589opLk/s1600-h/ccheathwaterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5dZGhuZSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K5F2589opLk/s320/ccheathwaterfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070592916295935266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-8597856906013299200?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/8597856906013299200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=8597856906013299200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/8597856906013299200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/8597856906013299200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/Rl5chmhuZPI/AAAAAAAAABc/8zGoPq2B4os/s72-c/ccgdswing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-3383793849970147261</id><published>2007-05-30T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:17:15.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>The solace of surrender&lt;br /&gt;I find myself at rest&lt;br /&gt;Your peace running like a river&lt;br /&gt;And peace promising Your best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding to you my GOD&lt;br /&gt;LORD fill my mind with wonder&lt;br /&gt;Take away this phony facade&lt;br /&gt;Forsaking my sin, let me never ponder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing my shame, never pointing a finger&lt;br /&gt;Have victory my GOD, let not my sin linger&lt;br /&gt;I let go of contempt and this need to blame&lt;br /&gt;For Your name alone deserves all the fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To You GREAT GOD I do surrender&lt;br /&gt;I now look to You, seeing glory and splendor&lt;br /&gt;Giving up expectation, giving up all control&lt;br /&gt;Burning Your truth on my lips, deeper still in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your solace of surrender &lt;br /&gt;I know I have your rest&lt;br /&gt;Your peace rushing like a river&lt;br /&gt;Your peace has promised me Your best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-3383793849970147261?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/3383793849970147261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=3383793849970147261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/3383793849970147261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/3383793849970147261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/05/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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-2566223564266761131.post-1667316888820853722</id><published>2007-05-17T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:14.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This would be a more accurate portrayal of our family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTt2huZNI/AAAAAAAAABM/cbDfMYWmlv4/s1600-h/bseightiesnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTt2huZNI/AAAAAAAAABM/cbDfMYWmlv4/s200/bseightiesnight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065445359336973522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTlWhuZMI/AAAAAAAAABE/0_Wv76BUvYk/s1600-h/corbiepotty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTlWhuZMI/AAAAAAAAABE/0_Wv76BUvYk/s200/corbiepotty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065445213308085442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTdmhuZLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r--9OlVveak/s1600-h/crewcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTdmhuZLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r--9OlVveak/s200/crewcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065445080164099250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTU2huZKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eccKoaGFp8s/s1600-h/corbanfro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTU2huZKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eccKoaGFp8s/s200/corbanfro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065444929840243874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwU6GhuZOI/AAAAAAAAABU/FmVfgsIFBFI/s1600-h/corbancrewnaked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwU6GhuZOI/AAAAAAAAABU/FmVfgsIFBFI/s200/corbancrewnaked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065446669301998818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-1667316888820853722?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/1667316888820853722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=1667316888820853722' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/1667316888820853722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/1667316888820853722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-would-be-more-accurate-portrayal.html' title=''/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/RkwTt2huZNI/AAAAAAAAABM/cbDfMYWmlv4/s72-c/bseightiesnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-1267945475568967792</id><published>2007-05-17T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:16:19.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake Starring in James Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8u6Y4-eJdbI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8u6Y4-eJdbI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an intro to a series of hilarious videos we did for our Spin weekend for our students!!  Blake is the hottest James Blonde I know!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-1267945475568967792?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/1267945475568967792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=1267945475568967792' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/1267945475568967792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/1267945475568967792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/05/blake-starring-in-james-blonde.html' title='Blake Starring in James Blonde'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-3887793673757012555</id><published>2007-05-16T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:14.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rkv2X2huZHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b7T8TvRVuG8/s1600-h/creweaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rkv2X2huZHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b7T8TvRVuG8/s320/creweaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065413095542645874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new adopted baby...getting pregnant was one of the last things on our mind.  Honestly we weren't sure if pregnancy was ever even an option for us.  Corban was four months old when I had an emotional break down at high school camp over a concession stand closing down and I wasn't able to buy a pickle.  Stupid Concession stand guy!!  That should have been my first clue.  The next week we had our identity stolen and had no money for literally two weeks.  My friend Lauren and I were singing at Vacation Bible School that same week.  I told her I was late and I just couldn't seem to catch up on my sleep.  She kept telling me I was pregnant and I just knew there was no way.  Plus we had no money to buy a pregnancy test with our identity stolen and I had quit taking pregancy tests that last year because I never got pregnant.  On top of all that Blake had been out of town three of the four weeks that previous month...and we had tried off and on for a year and a half.  It just wasn't happening!!  I went home late one night that week and was putting Corban to bed.  I reached under his changing table to get a diaper and I noticed a pregnancy test.  I have no idea what it was doing under there, but I put Corban to bed and went to the go take the test.  Sure enough it was positive!!  I couldn't believe it!!  Blake and I were so excited...yet nervous that the boys were going to be 13 months apart!!  Pregnancy was awesome!  I always pictured Crew to be brown like Corban...yet he came out whiter than Blake!  Crew has such a gentle, loving spirit.  He is quiet, yet mischevious.  He is beautiful.  He is a lover, a wrestler, a light sleeper and a smiler.  Our prayer continues on that he will know CHRIST intimately as he grows up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-3887793673757012555?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/3887793673757012555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=3887793673757012555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/3887793673757012555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/3887793673757012555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/05/crew.html' title='Crew'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/Rkv2X2huZHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b7T8TvRVuG8/s72-c/creweaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-8695123908864294607</id><published>2007-05-16T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:15.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corban</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rkvt62huZGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bbQQFO7GXnQ/s1600-h/corbaneaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/Rkvt62huZGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bbQQFO7GXnQ/s320/corbaneaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065403801233417314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of marriage Blake and I began discussing the idea of getting pregnant.  Little did we know that even though we were going to begin trying, GOD was going to put that idea on hold for a much bigger purpose.  I was driving out of town when my cell phone rang.  There was a female voice on the line saying they had a mother that was pregnant and who wanted to place her unborn child for adoption.  I really didn't understand why she was calling me or where she felt that we fit into the picture within this situation.  She went on to say that even though we didn't know her, that she had heard Blake and I wanted to eventually adopt one day.  One day...one day when we didn't live financially month to month.  One day...when we actually had a savings account.  One day...after we had given birth to our own children.  One day...when there was specifically a brown boy who needed a home.  One day...one day.  I asked her what the baby was.  Black.  Male.  I kind of got chills a bit and started immediately dreaming in my head.  We needed three thousand dollars up front and around twelve thousand dollars total over time.  The baby would be born in two weeks.  Honestly I'm embarrassed to say that I laughed.  I told this voice we would pray, but most likely to start looking for another set of adoptive parents.  Blake and I fasted and prayed all weekend.  Basically we made ourselves available to GOD.  Afterall, if HE wanted to perform a miracle and give us three thousand dollars...we would be obedient to whatever HE was calling us to.  Monday came around and we received a call from this woman again.  I told her we prayed and were open to it, but that the finances were not in place and so there was no possible way for us to make this happen.  There was silence, she laughed and said..."There has already been a three thousand dollar donation made this weekend to a couple needing it for the placement of a child and you are our only couple."  I don't think I have ever had chills this big in my life or have I ever cried like that before.  We didn't tell a soul we needed money.  Just GOD.  Two weeks later a precious baby was born...but GOD had a refining process in store for us.  This baby was not meant to be ours, but he was meant to be with his mother that gave birth to him.  As sad as it was...it was such a sweet time.  (I will hopefully blog this story in the future).  Blake and I were devastated, but knew GOD had something greater in store.  We continued on...somewhat trying to get pregnant when five months later we received a phone call.  It was that same voice.  She said there was another baby boy on the way and there were no available adoptive parents who could take him.  We prayed.  I was not excited.  I was scared.  Yet I knew without even pursuing GOD fully for an answer that this was our baby and GOD was asking us to be obedient again.  We were obedient and GOD gave us our Corban when he was only 48 hours old.  I am overwhelmed with grattitude toward our great GOD for blessing us with a son who was meant to be our son.  I am overwhelmed with grattitude for such an amazing birth mom who carried this precious life for ten months and selflessly did all she could do for him.  She could have chosen death, but she chose not only his life, but life even more full for us as a family.  Corban is beautiful, smart, witty, rebelious, a little OCD, messy, wild, a warrior, a hard sleeper, a lover, a wrestler and our prayer is that mostly one day he will be a child of GOD.  THANK  YOU GOD FOR THIS PRECIOUS LIFE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-8695123908864294607?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/8695123908864294607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=8695123908864294607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/8695123908864294607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/8695123908864294607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/05/corban.html' title='Corban'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/Rkvt62huZGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bbQQFO7GXnQ/s72-c/corbaneaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566223564266761131.post-3095822587674314876</id><published>2007-05-16T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:17:15.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkvqA2huZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pQo5HI7VrrI/s1600-h/familyeaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3tOWs89saDk/RkvqA2huZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pQo5HI7VrrI/s320/familyeaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065399506266121298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS US!  THE CHILTON FAMILY!!  Actually we look really polished in this picture.  Most of the time we are barefoot, have food on our shirts (including me), hairs a mess, running around and being really crazy.  But, I have to say I love to see pictures like these.  It slows me down.  It makes me really process who I am and who we are as a family.  My dream is here.  I'm a wife and mom...and still I couldn't ask for more.  It's exactly what I wanted.  Blake is more than I could have asked for in a man, yet I'm not sure he always knows I feel that way and I can't imagine spending life without him.  I am so thankful yet overwhelmed that four and a half years into marriage I have two children.  I am amazed by HIS faithfulness to us and for some crazy reason I yearn to see what HIS future holds for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566223564266761131-3095822587674314876?l=chiltons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/feeds/3095822587674314876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2566223564266761131&amp;postID=3095822587674314876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/3095822587674314876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2566223564266761131/posts/default/3095822587674314876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiltons.blogspot.com/2007/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Chilton Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802084171460204869</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/_3tOWs89saDk/RkvqA2huZFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pQo5HI7VrrI/s72-c/familyeaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
