<?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-2034847552747067565</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:46:24.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of the Jr. Richerts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-9092304312871789453</id><published>2010-07-19T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:10:24.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richert Kids Together Again</title><content type='html'>The last week of June we were reunited with the Sr. Richerts as they jumped from Ecuador to Idaho to California, and back to Idaho before their final destination: Vietnam! We are so excited for them and their newest teaching adventure overseas, and thankful we were able to spend time with them before they left the U.S. once again. We have way too much fun with them (not that it shows in this first pic at all) and are always saying that someday we need to live in the same place... considering we've never lived in the same state and now are hardly ever even in the same country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit started with Jon and me picking up Dave and Danielle in San Fransisco and spending the night there, giving us time to take the city by storm. It was our first night away from Kealani, and I don't want to talk about it. ;) Back on the central coast we proceeded to eat lots of food, play lots of cards, and spend every day in a different corner of the county. I love these guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ninja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/TETKt_7wIdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Mzjw6FQvpsg/s1600/36649_402266567798_589447798_4586077_7834883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/TETKt_7wIdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Mzjw6FQvpsg/s320/36649_402266567798_589447798_4586077_7834883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495740336903823826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hike along the bluffs on Hwy 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/TETKtQ7_qgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A94tTJgDj6Y/s1600/IMG_3607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/TETKtQ7_qgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A94tTJgDj6Y/s320/IMG_3607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495740324288375298" 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/2034847552747067565-9092304312871789453?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/9092304312871789453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=9092304312871789453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/9092304312871789453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/9092304312871789453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2010/07/richert-kids-together-again.html' title='Richert Kids Together Again'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/TETKt_7wIdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Mzjw6FQvpsg/s72-c/36649_402266567798_589447798_4586077_7834883_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-7465699441818115645</id><published>2010-05-04T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:12:46.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribute to Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_Date"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_BranchLink" bindpoint="branchLinkWrapper"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_ReportLink" bindpoint="reportLinkWrapper"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body"&gt;       &lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"&gt;A letter I wrote to Rich Fisher, my beloved youth pastor and friend.  I am so thankful that his wife, Lynette was able to read it to him a couple days before he passed away on May 3rd, 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Rich,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying with all my heart and soul that God decides to perform a miracle and heal you completely. But if He has another plan for you I wanted to make sure you know how I feel about you and how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people out there, including my best friend and my husband, who you have been a father to... You have provided for them a person to look up to, have given them guidance and direction in their lives, and been someone to just have fun and fart around with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story is different because I have an amazing dad. He and I share a very special relationship and I was never in desperate need of a figure in my life other than him. That doesn't mean I didn't find one, still, in you. Some of the best years of my life were spent at your house, and under your care and guidance. There were times when you knew more about me and my life than my own parents did, and I was and am, so grateful to you and Lynette for providing that for me. Even though I have two loving, Godly parents, I still needed you guys and knew I could come to you for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was watching westerns, getting shot (by YOU) point blank with an airsoft gun, watching boys play video games, eating delicious food, or talking about life, I have endless wonderful memories of you and what you did for me during a time when people need positive role models the most (Jr. high and high school). I continued to make decisions in my life through college and even now in marriage and parenthood that are based on foundations that YOU helped build for me. I will be forever thankful to you for that, and to God for providing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, I am praying for a healing miracle because I can't imagine not having you here. Lynette and the boys are constantly on my mind, and I certainly don't want them to have to be without you. But I also know that we won't always understand God's reasoning, or why He does things, but no matter what we think about it, He is GOOD. It's because of you and your teaching, loving, and guiding that I can even say that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, Rich. Thank you for being my 2nd dad and for teaching me more than you could ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2034847552747067565-7465699441818115645?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/7465699441818115645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=7465699441818115645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/7465699441818115645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/7465699441818115645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-tribute-to-rich.html' title='My Tribute to Rich'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-3159435909391843105</id><published>2010-03-09T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:54:29.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecuador Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the Richert kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acGT_G-cI/AAAAAAAAANg/eveFISu6_kc/s1600-h/DSCN3679.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/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acGT_G-cI/AAAAAAAAANg/eveFISu6_kc/s320/DSCN3679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446712431609313730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I first started this blog because Jon and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; we would be joining the Sr. Richerts, David and Danielle, in Guayaquil, Ecuador the following year. I had been offered a job teaching 2nd grade at InterAmerican Academy, while Jon was planning to explore and be a stay-at-home husband until other opportunities presented themselves. I wanted to blog about our adventures, not only so they would be forever documented on the Internet machine, but so friends and family could keep up on our travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans changed when we found out I was pregnant, and wouldn't be keeping my job. Life took a much different turn than we had expected, but there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; we would change about the last year and a half. God knew what He was doing, as usual. The biggest disappointment was actually the fact that we wouldn't be living in the same city as Dave and Danielle for the following two years, since we've never lived in the same place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine our excitement when our chance to travel internationally came at the end of February when we got to visit the other Richerts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;the main reason for our original change of plans: Kealani! She ended up being a better traveler than some adults I've known, and added an extra element of excitement to an already amazing trip. On this trip we were able to do so many things we love: travel, hang out with Dave and Danielle, play outside with Kealani in tow, and even relax in a hammock and read (oh, wait, it's just the girls who love that...). Here are some photos of our awesome South American adventure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On top of the Basilica in Quito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aX9zT6umI/AAAAAAAAALw/0Dt0f9XSt_s/s1600-h/IMG_6042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aX9zT6umI/AAAAAAAAALw/0Dt0f9XSt_s/s320/IMG_6042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446707887352756834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kealani looking over the city of Quito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aX-k3v4mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jRvJx7XjqU0/s1600-h/IMG_6079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aX-k3v4mI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jRvJx7XjqU0/s320/IMG_6079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446707900656378466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The main street in Mindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aX_UzR9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GGHkaPaso1Q/s1600-h/IMG_3059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aX_UzR9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GGHkaPaso1Q/s320/IMG_3059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446707913522541970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ziplining in Mindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arQCEFdkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ltoaGCpR_-E/s1600-h/IMG_3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arQCEFdkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ltoaGCpR_-E/s320/IMG_3070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446729091271456322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Checking out butterflies at the butterfly farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aX_8NKjMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/o1hxeN02Q-Q/s1600-h/IMG_6315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aX_8NKjMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/o1hxeN02Q-Q/s320/IMG_6315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446707924100091074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cable car taking us where we could hike to look for waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aYAqnGEvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wH8jcFzFrJA/s1600-h/IMG_6379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aYAqnGEvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wH8jcFzFrJA/s320/IMG_6379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446707936556880626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jon toted K just about everywhere in the backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acCo-LfSI/AAAAAAAAANA/6OMcCMujpyM/s1600-h/IMG_6418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acCo-LfSI/AAAAAAAAANA/6OMcCMujpyM/s320/IMG_6418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446712368523083042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing in the hammock outside our room&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arNY4iC7I/AAAAAAAAANo/Kf7wuijlbi0/s1600-h/IMG_6269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arNY4iC7I/AAAAAAAAANo/Kf7wuijlbi0/s320/IMG_6269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446729045857405874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the "Middle of the World" on the way from Mindo to Otavalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acEmdWAhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zFje2Oo9VL4/s1600-h/IMG_6464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acEmdWAhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zFje2Oo9VL4/s320/IMG_6464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446712402208227858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch break on the equator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arOrJlTVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6rlS_Mv6la8/s1600-h/DSCN3775.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/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arOrJlTVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6rlS_Mv6la8/s320/DSCN3775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446729067940629842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of Otavalo from the roof of our hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arOJWMuSI/AAAAAAAAANw/-WAXzLtyrZk/s1600-h/DSCN3777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arOJWMuSI/AAAAAAAAANw/-WAXzLtyrZk/s320/DSCN3777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446729058866739490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otavalo animal market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acFpzC7pI/AAAAAAAAANY/bT5W4vkU0m0/s1600-h/IMG_6513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acFpzC7pI/AAAAAAAAANY/bT5W4vkU0m0/s320/IMG_6513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446712420284427922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some beautiful handcrafted vases in the Otavalo market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arPNdAZnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/b6t441AgpXA/s1600-h/IMG_6575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5arPNdAZnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/b6t441AgpXA/s320/IMG_6575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446729077148903026" 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/2034847552747067565-3159435909391843105?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/3159435909391843105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=3159435909391843105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3159435909391843105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3159435909391843105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2010/03/ecuador-adventures.html' title='Ecuador Adventures'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5acGT_G-cI/AAAAAAAAANg/eveFISu6_kc/s72-c/DSCN3679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-2086718288846921204</id><published>2010-03-09T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:23:26.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kealani's First Birthday</title><content type='html'>It's obviously been a while since I added anything to this blog, so instead of trying to "catch up" on the past 9 1/2 months, I think I'll just start right where we are... and attempt to update a little more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 16th, we celebrated Kealani's first birthday. Jon and I often talk about what a weird sense of time we've had for the last year. Looking back at newborn photos of K makes us feel like we've been parents for decades, as it seems like those events took place a million years ago. At the same time, we can't believe how lightning fast the year flew by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a parent or not, we all have events or seasons in our lives that we look back on and wonder how it's possible for the time to have passed as quickly as it has... For me, having a child has added a new outlook on what it means to enjoy every minute, no matter what stage I'm in... I'll never get those minutes back, or be able to relive them. Watching Kealani grow and learn is like having a new "marker" in time, with the ability to remember events and seasons in relation to how old she was, and what she was doing at the time. I wouldn't trade a minute of the last year for anything. Jon and I look forward to living out this coming year with our precious daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Time photo! 12:37 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOYWa_YlI/AAAAAAAAALY/rQabnnGulSo/s1600-h/IMG_2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOYWa_YlI/AAAAAAAAALY/rQabnnGulSo/s400/IMG_2910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446697348337984082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family date in Cambria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOY8hFSbI/AAAAAAAAALg/r8sv0KWH6C8/s1600-h/IMG_2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOY8hFSbI/AAAAAAAAALg/r8sv0KWH6C8/s400/IMG_2952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446697358564084146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying some birthday cupcake  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOXmAk65I/AAAAAAAAALQ/r3lqvNqJWNg/s1600-h/IMG_5924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOXmAk65I/AAAAAAAAALQ/r3lqvNqJWNg/s400/IMG_5924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446697335342295954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening gifts... the wrapping is the best part, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOaLMsBsI/AAAAAAAAALo/fPtUp7y5oiw/s1600-h/IMG_3000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOaLMsBsI/AAAAAAAAALo/fPtUp7y5oiw/s400/IMG_3000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446697379684943554" 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/2034847552747067565-2086718288846921204?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/2086718288846921204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=2086718288846921204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/2086718288846921204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/2086718288846921204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2010/03/kealanis-first-birthday.html' title='Kealani&apos;s First Birthday'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/S5aOYWa_YlI/AAAAAAAAALY/rQabnnGulSo/s72-c/IMG_2910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-1037239658235405793</id><published>2009-05-27T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:45:52.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kealani is 3 Months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/Sh3sAbY9StI/AAAAAAAAAKg/839Vox8pQSM/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/Sh3sAbY9StI/AAAAAAAAAKg/839Vox8pQSM/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340684225227868882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/Sh3sAD4oPdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qniryXWlcjk/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/Sh3sAD4oPdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qniryXWlcjk/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340684218918256082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/Sh3r_yPs66I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KLBojhwpmps/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/Sh3r_yPs66I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KLBojhwpmps/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340684214183193506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some recent pics of my happy baby girl. I can't believe how time is flying, how many new things she seems to do every week, and how I already feel like she's getting "too big".  I am appreciating every moment, knowing I won't get any of them back... and it's all so easy to do when you have such a cool, chillaxed baby like Kealani. We love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-1037239658235405793?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/1037239658235405793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=1037239658235405793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/1037239658235405793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/1037239658235405793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2009/05/kealani-is-3-months-old.html' title='Kealani is 3 Months old!'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/Sh3sAbY9StI/AAAAAAAAAKg/839Vox8pQSM/s72-c/IMG_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-4606157960451967530</id><published>2009-02-22T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:59:40.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kealani Joy is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpquiqOoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bmrDwmWLxQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpquiqOoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bmrDwmWLxQQ/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849125020514946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking up at Uncle Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpqQF9HJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/I9hFcvzVQZk/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpqQF9HJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/I9hFcvzVQZk/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849116847053970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpqCCLSrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JofMEBORkQg/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpqCCLSrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/JofMEBORkQg/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849113073109682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kisses from Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpqP216uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HP2AY7mKnZU/s1600-h/IMG_1763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpqP216uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HP2AY7mKnZU/s320/IMG_1763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849116783667938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First modeling job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIppzRcgkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_mrW_D4Nzwo/s1600-h/IMG_1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIppzRcgkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_mrW_D4Nzwo/s320/IMG_1767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849109110620738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angel Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's finally here! Kealani Joy Richert was born on February 16 at 12:37 p.m., weighed 8 lbs. 14 oz., and was 23" long. (Yes, 23".) I can't even describe what a gift she is. I already loved her, even when I hadn't met her yet, but when she was born and the doctor handed her to me, she looked into my eyes and I fell in love with her more deeply than I could have imagined. Jon and I have been loving getting to know her, watching her change every day, and despite lack of sleep, spending days and all hours of the night with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be in trouble... it seems she already does things her way. I was 10 minutes away from being wheeled into the OR for a C-section, due to getting stuck after a relatively quickly progressing labor, when I realized I was about to start pushing whether I wanted to or not! The doc said, "Let's have this baby!" and from that time, it took one hour and Kealani was here without any cutting! At that point, I didn't care how she got here as long as she was healthy, but now I'm so thankful for the much faster recovery and the ability to do more than I would have been able to do after the major surgery of a C-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God every day for my beautiful baby girl, and I am excited, nervous, and so much more to be a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-4606157960451967530?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/4606157960451967530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=4606157960451967530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/4606157960451967530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/4606157960451967530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2009/02/kealani-joy-is-here.html' title='Kealani Joy is Here!'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SaIpquiqOoI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/bmrDwmWLxQQ/s72-c/IMG_1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-3046535681914335354</id><published>2009-02-14T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:17:52.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Baby Richert Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZd4cukVArI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j-UtVT8ShSo/s1600-h/IMG_2204.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/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZd4cukVArI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j-UtVT8ShSo/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302839521184121522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 10 weeks... I know, I don't look pregnant, but I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZd4b1JEuoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/j8fP38C4Mro/s1600-h/IMG_2292.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/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZd4b1JEuoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/j8fP38C4Mro/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302839505768987266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZd4buQzbMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lY5MmRW8SOY/s1600-h/IMG_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZd4buQzbMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lY5MmRW8SOY/s320/IMG_2340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302839503922359490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZdyK-AHCzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/D_b6k6o-evg/s1600-h/IMG_2349.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/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZdyK-AHCzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/D_b6k6o-evg/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302832619019766578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;25 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZdyKrAKjlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m0Zcaj37B3I/s1600-h/GetAttachment.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/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZdyKrAKjlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/m0Zcaj37B3I/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302832613919723090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZdyKkZ9tVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/asZyPy38ELs/s1600-h/IMG_2414.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/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZdyKkZ9tVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/asZyPy38ELs/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302832612148884818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;34 Weeks... Right before my baby shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZdyKPqEAuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MpKHfW0YNnw/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZdyKPqEAuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MpKHfW0YNnw/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302832606579262178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day... our official due date, and HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I had time to post the pics. It's been fun watching my belly grow. When I look back at the early weeks, I can't believe how "little" I was! I can't wait to have a baby on the outside, rather than carrying a heavy basketball on the front of my body everywhere I go. Since I'm obviously so great at keeping this up to date, I assume the next time I write will be because Baby Girl is here...&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/2034847552747067565-3046535681914335354?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/3046535681914335354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=3046535681914335354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3046535681914335354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3046535681914335354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2009/02/watching-baby-richert-grow.html' title='Watching Baby Richert Grow'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SZd4cukVArI/AAAAAAAAAIw/j-UtVT8ShSo/s72-c/IMG_2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-4691670081319810932</id><published>2009-02-14T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:11:56.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while, yet again, since I've added to this, but I have to tell you I made an honest effort about a week ago... and it didn't work!! I don't know if the website was having trouble or if it had been so long that I forgot what I was doing... either way, I apologize to those of you who might actually look at this once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our baby girl's due date, and here we are at about 5:00 in the evening, just hoping I will go into labor any second. (Of course I know "most" first babies are late, but I tend to listen to the stories about people having theirs early/on time... and ignore the ones who were late.) This little blog is kind of a test to see if it will actually post this time. Then I want to add another one with pics of my pregnancy, which can be found on my Facebook page, but I know not everyone looks at that. If I'm lucky, I'll be in the hospital before I have time to load the pictures!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-4691670081319810932?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/4691670081319810932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=4691670081319810932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/4691670081319810932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/4691670081319810932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-its-been-while-yet-again-since-ive.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-5690918283707841747</id><published>2008-12-03T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:09:35.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Solo</title><content type='html'>I'm four days into Jon's ten day trip to Rwanda, and wow, I miss him! He went with Eternity Minded Ministries, an awesome organization that goes all over the world to visit schools, orphanages, give eyeglass clinics, put on festivals with music and preaching, and do whatever else God wants them to do while they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things the team is planning on doing include helping with an eyeglass clinic (the team brought 4,000 pairs of glasses that they will give to people who have never before been able to read because they couldn't see properly), encouraging Rwandan pastors, visiting a school and an orphanage, and visiting an AIDS clinic to talk to the people getting treatment there. Anyone who's been on a missions trip knows that this could be what they end up doing, but you never know what might come up! He could be doing something completely different, like preaching in a church or sharing his testimony in front of a group of people. I'm proud of him, no matter what he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hanging out by myself, realizing how much I appreciate Jon's presence. He makes me laugh, helps me around the house without ever being asked, listens to how my days go, and basically just makes me happy. This is the longest time we've been apart since we started dating over four years ago, and I really don't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby news: I'm getting rather enormous and can feel baby girl kicking ALL THE TIME. (At least it seems like it.) She's strong and healthy, as far as I can tell from the outside! My pregnancy has been pretty much a breeze, but I'm starting to feel it now that I'm a couple weeks into the 3rd trimester. It's getting hard to sleep, since I can't find a comfy position, and after working all day my whole lower body tends to feel numb and puffy. I have plenty of weeks left, but I really can't wait till this girl is here so I can sleep on my tummy again! Last week Jon and I shone a flashlight on my belly and moved it around because I read that babies at this point can see the light and may respond to it. Baby Richert seemed uninterested at first, but after a couple minutes of Daddy teasing her, she decided to punch him. That-a-girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-5690918283707841747?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/5690918283707841747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=5690918283707841747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/5690918283707841747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/5690918283707841747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/12/flying-solo.html' title='Flying Solo'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-5033054713370047046</id><published>2008-11-04T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:58:18.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it bad that I'm ready for this girl to get out?</title><content type='html'>So I've heard many friends and women who are pregnant rave about the experience. How amazing it is to know you have a life growing inside of you, and that everything you do is now effecting another human being. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the miracle of life and think that God's gift of  creating and having a child is freakin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm ready to be able to bend over without grunting (and yes, I realize my stomach has a LOT more growing to do), walk up a hill without breathing creepily heavy, and just to again feel like I am the one who's in control of my body. And I'm only ALMOST 6 months along! I know the time will fly by and there will definitely be days when I want to put this little girl back in once she's out, but 3 more months seems a tad like an eternity right now. Baby Girl Richert has decided she's going to be a kickboxer when she grows up, and is practicing on Mommy's uterus and ribs. (She prefers the rib that I fractured four years ago, which has never really healed.) Jon says she's just like her momma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-5033054713370047046?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/5033054713370047046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=5033054713370047046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/5033054713370047046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/5033054713370047046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-bad-that-im-ready-for-this-girl.html' title='Is it bad that I&apos;m ready for this girl to get out?'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-3465033874025358120</id><published>2008-10-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:51:56.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a girl, but don't make her wear too much pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SQUNVhhLM-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/V1lw_Ohza2Y/s1600-h/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SQUNVhhLM-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/V1lw_Ohza2Y/s320/IMG_2352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261626403078222818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago Jon and I got our ultrasound and found out baby Richert's a girl! She was facing downward for most of the time, and the doctor actually had to push on my stomach pretty hard, and have me get up and walk around, in order to even get the blurry, not so great profile you see here. She's a feisty one, which is why I was actually thinking she might be a boy. (Most of the time the big kickers have been boys from what I've heard.) Of course Jon is already saying (and worried) she's taking after mom. (A girl's got to stand up for herself... that doesn't mean she's feisty, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got big plans for her already: doc said she's already got long arms, so our dreams of having a pro beach volleyball player is on its way to fruition (those legs better match the arms). We just hope she's not an Amazon woman who can't find any boys that are taller than she is. It's been fun to think about what it will be like having a girl, especially since most of the people around us, including our closest friends, all have boys. We can't wait to meet her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-3465033874025358120?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/3465033874025358120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=3465033874025358120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3465033874025358120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3465033874025358120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-girl-but-dont-make-her-wear-too.html' title='She&apos;s a girl, but don&apos;t make her wear too much pink'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SQUNVhhLM-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/V1lw_Ohza2Y/s72-c/IMG_2352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-2784769960722136948</id><published>2008-10-07T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:41:11.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know it's Either a Boy or a Girl</title><content type='html'>Jon and I get to find out the gender of our baby tomorrow morning! We have been anxiously awaiting this day, and kind of can't believe it's here. We were talking this afternoon, and when we think about the day we watched the second pink line appear on the Magic Stick (3 separate times), it feels like years ago. At the same time we can't believe we can "already" find out what it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been asking me if I have an inkling or premonition because some women do. I don't. Not at all. I have no idea what it is cruising around inside me, but I'm pretty sure it's a boy or a girl. I think it's because every couple minutes I change my mind as far as what I'd like it to be. As long as there's still only one, I'm good with the outcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-2784769960722136948?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/2784769960722136948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=2784769960722136948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/2784769960722136948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/2784769960722136948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-its-either-boy-or-girl.html' title='I Know it&apos;s Either a Boy or a Girl'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-7496310366755142219</id><published>2008-09-15T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:05:58.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Baby!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who look to this blog for updates on the Richerts, I apologize for being so horrible at keeping it UP to DATE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since our major plans changed, and it's pretty amazing to look and see how God worked through it all.  How He knew exactly what He was doing, and even as we went about our business, thinking we knew what He wanted, He was preparing us for what was and is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we thought we were going to be teaching in Ecuador, we sold most of our belongings (including a car and all our bikes... that's 10), packed everything else away (except a few duffle bags to get us through 2 years), and moved out of our much loved first apartment as a married couple.  We also quit our jobs, which had been doing a very good job of sustaining us over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a list of things God has provided for us (so far) since the day we found out I was pregnant and we wouldn't be going anywhere:&lt;br /&gt;*Jon got his job back with no hesitation from his boss, and I landed a long term sub position in Atascadero (no more commute!!) that just happens to last from now until January. (Baby's due Feb. 14th...)&lt;br /&gt;*An amazing apartment in Templeton that we've always admired, owned by a family friend, perfect for having our first child in, became available just a few weeks after we knew we'd be sticking around... and we moved in.&lt;br /&gt;*We found an affordable car (that we like!) right before we would both need transportation for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is longer, but those are the "big" things that were taken care of while we were jobless, living at my parents' house with one car, and pondering what in the world we were supposed to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all this, Jon and I were able to spend the entire summer together (he got to enjoy a "teacher summer"), which will probably never happen again, since our family will soon consist of 3 instead of 2. We joined a new ministry at church, since the thought of leaving the country caused us to leave the ones we were involved in before... we are HUB group leaders this year for the high school youth group at ABC, and I get to help my brother lead worship there, which is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty amazing to see all the pieces fitting together. As much as it threw us for a loop when our plans changed in June, it's quite a comfort to look back and notice all the huge, and small, ways God has provided for us through this. I've learned not to make plans too seriously. We thought we knew what we were "supposed" to be doing, but it ended up being something completely different... it needed to be ok with us... and it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're anxiously awaiting my appointment next week, when we get to find out the gender of our baby! (Yes, we knew we wanted to find out from the very beginning.) And no, we are not telling anyone our name choice... until it's born! Sorry, you have to wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be better at adding to this.  Not only for the readers' sakes, but for our future child, who someday will be able to read about the year his/her parents were led all over the place before ending up with the precious gift of becoming a mom and dad for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-7496310366755142219?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/7496310366755142219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=7496310366755142219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/7496310366755142219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/7496310366755142219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-baby.html' title='Oh, Baby!'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-7795274773964600364</id><published>2008-08-02T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:43:57.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>Well, it took me long enough to get back on here, I know. I have no good excuses since Jon and I both quit our jobs and are living at Mom and Dad Eaton's house, pretty much doing nothing every day. On that note, we are so excited that in just a couple weeks we will be moving into a great apartment in Templeton, owned by some friends, that we just happened to hear about the same week we found out we were not moving to Ecuador. Jon is going to be returning to Art's Cyclery in SLO soon... thankfully his boss would love to have him back. As for me, I'm trying to get a teaching job in the area, which most likely won't happen. So, what am I supposed to be doing? To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the vacation we took a month ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3BN-y8xI/AAAAAAAAACw/1HDeTSiGDI4/s1600-h/IMG_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3BN-y8xI/AAAAAAAAACw/1HDeTSiGDI4/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230006298844787474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear friend, college roomie Misty, and her awesome husband Dan, who let us stay with them in NYC and showed us all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3Bmi6NlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6-QFRWoN7e0/s1600-h/IMG_2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3Bmi6NlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6-QFRWoN7e0/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230006305438709330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mo, Jesse, me, and Jon at Rockefeller Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3CG86XOI/AAAAAAAAADA/nrZW98Mztpw/s1600-h/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3CG86XOI/AAAAAAAAADA/nrZW98Mztpw/s320/IMG_2112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230006314137705698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most amazing dessert that will ever be had: Max Brenner's. I had a cute little vanilla popsicle to dip in all that good stuff. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3Cm0E0LI/AAAAAAAAADI/19huRtYXcJ0/s1600-h/IMG_2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3Cm0E0LI/AAAAAAAAADI/19huRtYXcJ0/s320/IMG_2132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230006322690576562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the top of the Empire State Building. Kind of a hazy day, but still so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3DBakYFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4c10HBs3KZU/s1600-h/IMG_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3DBakYFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4c10HBs3KZU/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230006329831350354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks goodness they force you to walk through the gift shop on the way down from the top of the Empire State Building... or we never would have seen these beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5tFDOiKI/AAAAAAAAADY/6BHtH8ND7aw/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5tFDOiKI/AAAAAAAAADY/6BHtH8ND7aw/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230009251384952994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A flag flying above ground zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5tsq6PYI/AAAAAAAAADg/xZXV69c50kU/s1600-h/P1010327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5tsq6PYI/AAAAAAAAADg/xZXV69c50kU/s320/P1010327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230009262020377986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Liberty, looking fine, despite the haze and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5txogBNI/AAAAAAAAADo/dwx6ixntYng/s1600-h/P1010349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5txogBNI/AAAAAAAAADo/dwx6ixntYng/s320/P1010349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230009263352448210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the roof of Misty's building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5uWXTMYI/AAAAAAAAADw/NeF8fmBMmnE/s1600-h/IMG_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5uWXTMYI/AAAAAAAAADw/NeF8fmBMmnE/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230009273212416386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misty and me, roomies in Page B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5uyeKiHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UCEwsehbaeQ/s1600-h/P1010354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS5uyeKiHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UCEwsehbaeQ/s320/P1010354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230009280757401714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, Jesse, don't jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS77hvJD5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/81E1iUINI1E/s1600-h/P1010427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS77hvJD5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/81E1iUINI1E/s320/P1010427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230011698626760594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time's Square in all it's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS78mOjUWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9HHHPTjVXdc/s1600-h/IMG_2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS78mOjUWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9HHHPTjVXdc/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230011717012115810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Italy: the cutest area I could imagine that's actually in the U.S., and the people are so friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS787wJmtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KTIBn1lSL78/s1600-h/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS787wJmtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KTIBn1lSL78/s320/IMG_2172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230011722790181586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Misty in an incredible loft that... yes... belongs to a famous person. I'm not allowed to say who because I posted it on the internet. But he's famous. And he wasn't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent a fantastic four days in NYC catching up with Dan &amp;amp; Misty and doing the tourist thing. I expect to return soon to see Misty when she lands a role on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to Cooperstown, NY, which is toward the middle of the state. Really the only thing there is the Baseball Hall of Fame, which is why we went. It was my Uncle John's birthday and baseball is his thing, so it was great to celebrate with him and the whole family.  I also got to tell my mom's side of the family that I'm pregnant, so it was special in a few ways!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily this part of the trip was very relaxing compared to the hustle of NYC. I ended up getting pretty sick the last day in the city, and didn't feel normal again until we got home. (Morning sickness is lame.) I was able to take it easy, play cards, and hang out with family in the tiny town of Cooperstown, without missing out on too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS79I5yGuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/A5Vuq54-3No/s1600-h/IMG_5234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS79I5yGuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/A5Vuq54-3No/s320/IMG_5234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230011726320245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baseball Hall of Fame &amp;amp; Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS79gfAAGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8fguHKMpcag/s1600-h/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS79gfAAGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8fguHKMpcag/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230011732650360930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful hotel on the Otsego Lake where we got to eat dinner a couple times.  It used to be an actual residence. For very rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAhQ58RWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5WExGYQNrxk/s1600-h/IMG_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAhQ58RWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5WExGYQNrxk/s320/IMG_2186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230016744990197090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is from the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAhmnwaeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oTrBCqC4yHo/s1600-h/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAhmnwaeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oTrBCqC4yHo/s320/IMG_2187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230016750819502562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some good looking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAiAsdX8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bCA_bLNCEFI/s1600-h/P1010527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAiAsdX8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bCA_bLNCEFI/s320/P1010527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230016757818548162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wall of baseballs in the Hall of Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAiaLEHqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6mQDDRat48s/s1600-h/P1010543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAiaLEHqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6mQDDRat48s/s320/P1010543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230016764657802914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doubleday Field, where the game of baseball supposedly officially began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAioMhwAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iUnOBT0f9KU/s1600-h/P1010623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJTAioMhwAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iUnOBT0f9KU/s320/P1010623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230016768422035458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rousing game of Nertz... a must on any family vacation. Beware of the trash talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's our trip to the state of New York. I will try to update you on what's going on as we try to figure out all the details of staying here... and of course the pregnancy... as we go! Thanks for reading.&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/2034847552747067565-7795274773964600364?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/7795274773964600364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=7795274773964600364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/7795274773964600364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/7795274773964600364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SJS3BN-y8xI/AAAAAAAAACw/1HDeTSiGDI4/s72-c/IMG_2072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-3456145494961326203</id><published>2008-07-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:48:04.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Adventure Begins</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened since the last post. We traveled to New York City, and Cooperstown, NY, which I will write about in a separate post, because there's something more important to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when Jon and I were getting emotionally, physically, and spiritually ready for a huge life change, we found out God had an even bigger adventure planned for us.  We are expecting our first baby next year on Valentine's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when we were in Mexico City, and both Jon and I got pretty sick... assuming, of course, that it was the tasty Mexican cuisine doing a number on our systems. Which it probably was, in part (at least for Jon!). When we got home, Jon's sickness went away and mine didn't. This, along with some other clues, told me it was time to take a test... And all three (yes three, I had to be sure) came up positive. To be honest, our first reaction was not the excitement that I had pictured we'd feel finding out I was pregnant. We were very confused and wondered what it meant in regard to our upcoming move and 2 year commitment. (If you haven't figured it out yet, a baby was not our plan at this particular time!) We were flabbergasted and thought God must be playing a joke on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step was to come clean with the director of the school. We prayed that he would make the right decision for us, because I sure didn't want to have to make the decision all over again with the new info to consider. We received a timely response in which our boss made it clear that his primary concern was the baby's health, as well as mine, and that he didn't think he wanted me to have to worry about teaching, moving to a foreign country, and trying to receive proper medical care in a language I'm not proficient in, all at the same time. He made the decision, in the interest of our well being, and my future students, to replace me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I was disappointed, and still confused. Hadn't God wanted us to go to Ecuador? He had lined everything up already! We had moved, sold a car, all our bikes and furniture, and quit both our jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned over the last six months, and especially the last couple weeks, is that as long as you're following the Lord, and truly listening to what He's saying, whatever He brings you will be ok. We were ready and willing to move and teach in Ecuador, but that's not what God wanted us to do. He wanted us to be obedient, and willing to follow Him no matter what that meant. I'm glad to follow Him, as confusing and winding as the path may be, on this new road. We don't know what we're doing or where we'll be in two weeks, but I know we're taken care of.  And I can't wait to be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... as excited as I was to keep everyone posted on our crazy lives on the equator, this blog will now be our journey on the way to being parents, and any travels we take in the meantime.  Which I'm sure will have some pretty funny stories, too.  (Don't worry, we're still going to Guayaquil to visit the Sr. Richerts!) Feel free to keep reading to stay updated on our lives.  If you're reading now, it's because you're a friend or family member who we'd love to keep informed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-3456145494961326203?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/3456145494961326203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=3456145494961326203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3456145494961326203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3456145494961326203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-adventure-begins.html' title='A New Adventure Begins'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-3049911724960226423</id><published>2008-06-24T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:35:50.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.... Mexico</title><content type='html'>About six months ago we started making plans for our busy summer... Mexico City for a college friend's wedding, New York with the family &amp;amp; to visit friends, then a "trip" to Ecuador to visit Dave and Danielle... Little did we know that we'd actually be moving to Ecuador, and still have all these crazy plans to hop all over North America before we headed to the South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we spent nine days in Mexico City.  We floated down the river in Xochimilco; walked through town looking at the beautiful, European style buildings the Spanish brought with their rule; tried to cross a border to enter another Mexican state only to be pulled over by the Federales and chased out of town (we ended up hiding out at a water park/restaurant/hotel until late evening so the Federales' friends couldn't bust our driver or demand money); ate at various taco stands and ended up with crippling stomachaches (so much so that right now the thought of a REAL Mexican taco in a corn tortilla still gives me instant nausea... why can't you find a single flour tortilla burrito in Mexico???); had dinner at Grandma's house while a bachelor/bachelorette party took place (luckily there are no pictures to prove anything from this night... at least not on OUR cameras); toured &amp;amp; walked UP the stairs of the Aztec pyramids...which we learned that the Aztecs didn't actually build, but took over because the place was real nice... at a ridiculously steep incline that burned my lungs (I'd like to blame it on the altitude, which is much higher than home, but I'm not in the best shape right now, so...); crossed the train tracks in our 10 passenger van when a train was coming (MUCH too close, mind you); and FINALLY at the end of a very eventful, tiring, but overall wonderful and exciting week: witnessed one of my best friends marrying the perfect man for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I had a great time practicing our Spanish and were surprised and also delighted to discover how quickly it came back to us over the course of just one week. It encouraged us that maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to get by pretty well in the early stages of our move to Ecuador.  We shall see.  Viva Mexico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April and me at the top of one of the pyramids.&lt;br /&gt;(Can you tell we're panting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGmbO1Iw_I/AAAAAAAAABo/0Vy60HfjrAA/s1600-h/IMG_9495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGmbO1Iw_I/AAAAAAAAABo/0Vy60HfjrAA/s320/IMG_9495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215632830239392754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene near the Basilica: Aztec Indians bowing to give reverence to the Lady Guadalupe&lt;br /&gt;(an apparition of the Virgin Mary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGmbh0j1JI/AAAAAAAAABw/eYA_Yu0EwdI/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGmbh0j1JI/AAAAAAAAABw/eYA_Yu0EwdI/s320/IMG_2029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215632835337245842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our boat, "Carmelita".  Vendors rowed up next to us during the ride to sell flowers, food, drinks, souvenirs, or play mariachi music in full uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGlbotkfMI/AAAAAAAAABA/P2R8hQ_zagA/s1600-h/IMG_9349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGlbotkfMI/AAAAAAAAABA/P2R8hQ_zagA/s320/IMG_9349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215631737675349186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and me in front of one of the town square buildings... does it look crooked? That's not our photo taking skills... lots of buildings in M.C. are sinking because the city was built on a lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGlcToV7AI/AAAAAAAAABI/I5w8BpyCsrs/s1600-h/IMG_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGlcToV7AI/AAAAAAAAABI/I5w8BpyCsrs/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215631749196147714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palace of Fine Arts.  Unfortunately it closes on random days, and the day we walked by, it was closed. There are beautiful murals and pieces of art inside... so I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGlct1pKwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/D252EtuRUP8/s1600-h/IMG_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGlct1pKwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/D252EtuRUP8/s320/IMG_1991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215631756231256834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those steps! We actually had to walk down with our feet sideways. Did the ancient civilization have tiny feet or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGldDZ_XiI/AAAAAAAAABY/QzIilMdbOLQ/s1600-h/IMG_9501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGldDZ_XiI/AAAAAAAAABY/QzIilMdbOLQ/s320/IMG_9501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215631762020851234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Basilica, where a cloth portraying an image of Mary resides, next to the old one, which is sinking slowly into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGldbuZASI/AAAAAAAAABg/gKHuifHkRJs/s1600-h/IMG_9419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGldbuZASI/AAAAAAAAABg/gKHuifHkRJs/s320/IMG_9419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215631768548868386" 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/2034847552747067565-3049911724960226423?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/3049911724960226423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=3049911724960226423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3049911724960226423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/3049911724960226423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-mexico.html' title='Oh.... Mexico'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SGGmbO1Iw_I/AAAAAAAAABo/0Vy60HfjrAA/s72-c/IMG_9495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-1932020727458216970</id><published>2008-06-04T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:26:17.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Tired</title><content type='html'>There are six days of school left. My little angels who I have immensely enjoyed all year long (besides the occasional need for whipping) have turned into hyper, chatty hellions who obviously have an internal clock telling them just how many minutes they have left in 3rd grade (and how many minutes Mrs. Richert has until her head's going to explode like a volcano). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I love them, I can't WAIT for this school year to be over. A teacher's first year is a huge hurdle and accomplishment, and I'm so stoked to have made it through. I just need to SLEEP for a couple days straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-1932020727458216970?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/1932020727458216970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=1932020727458216970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/1932020727458216970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/1932020727458216970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-1755428463010343473</id><published>2008-05-18T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:16:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>Today we received our list of "things to do" before we are allowed to move out of our apartment (and get our deposit back, more importantly)... I can't wait to scrub out every crevice of every drawer, cabinet, and shelf during my last week of teaching.  Carpets must be professionally cleaned (but two of our local services are not allowed... they don't live up to the standards of our property managers... ok, so which ones DO? Thanks), mirrors must be wiped (NO streaks), and of course all our stuff needs to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four weeks of school left, and we are not only checking out of our apartment the day after the last day of school, but we are leaving for Mexico City the day after that! One of my dear friends from Westmont, April, is getting married down there.  We get to spend 8 days touring the city, and monuments around it, while practicing the Spanish we will so desperately need in Ecuador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be home for about 10 days before we head to New York City to visit another college friend and her husband! I have been waiting for years to visit NYC, and I cannot wait to be shown around by the new resident, New Yorker at heart, and future Broadway star, Misty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we'll be home for about SIX days before we make the biggest move of both our lives... the time will fly not only because we are so busy traveling the continent, but because it's less than TWO MONTHS away!  ~Counting Down~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-1755428463010343473?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/1755428463010343473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=1755428463010343473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/1755428463010343473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/1755428463010343473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/05/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-5055586965462034874</id><published>2008-04-20T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:05:11.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what we'll be missing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SAwYSsvTJGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_kM-kUGHfQ8/s1600-h/IMG_9100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SAwYSsvTJGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_kM-kUGHfQ8/s400/IMG_9100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191551179977598050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our kitten, McGee. He has a stink eye. When we go to Ecuador we will be leaving him behind along with our golden retriever, Sydney. We will miss them. But mostly Sydney. She actually listens to directions.&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SAwZdsvTJHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U9BZLB5GzTM/s320/1-28-07b+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191552468467786866" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-5055586965462034874?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/5055586965462034874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=5055586965462034874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/5055586965462034874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/5055586965462034874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-what-well-be-missing.html' title='This is what we&apos;ll be missing.'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/SAwYSsvTJGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_kM-kUGHfQ8/s72-c/IMG_9100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-8925783072292333423</id><published>2008-04-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:17:57.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Get Crazy ( "Loco" That Is).</title><content type='html'>Well, it hasn't even been a full week, but already Jon and I feel the looming craziness that we know will engulf us over the next couple months. We have a marriage certificate to authorize, vaccinations to get stuck with, airline tickets to change, bank accounts to open, HIV tests to take, and yes... police reports to obtain. (I hope they don't find anything suspicious.) On top of all this, we want to spend time with all the people we love, while trying to pack up our few belongings to put away in storage. Luckily we're both pretty laid back. I'm not sure I'll be able to say this in a month or so, but I can now and that's all that matters. One step at a time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-8925783072292333423?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/8925783072292333423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=8925783072292333423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/8925783072292333423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/8925783072292333423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-get-crazy-loco-that-is.html' title='Time to Get Crazy ( &quot;Loco&quot; That Is).'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034847552747067565.post-5541152898692469610</id><published>2008-04-04T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:39:50.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecuador, we are coming...</title><content type='html'>I started this blog because Jon and I found out today that I was offered a 2nd grade teaching position at InterAmerican Academy in Guayaquil, Ecuador. Jon's brother, David, and our sister-in-law, Danielle are already down there and put in a good word for us, so we decided to follow them into Latin America... We figured when the time comes, there may be people who want to read about our adventures.  I also figured that if we're going to follow the "Senior Richerts" around, I might as well make a sweet blog like theirs. So here it is: a short, simple first blog that will be followed by many more as we prepare to move our lives and very few belongings down to South America. Welcome to our adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034847552747067565-5541152898692469610?l=jr-richerts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/feeds/5541152898692469610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2034847552747067565&amp;postID=5541152898692469610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/5541152898692469610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034847552747067565/posts/default/5541152898692469610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jr-richerts.blogspot.com/2008/04/ecuador-we-are-coming.html' title='Ecuador, we are coming...'/><author><name>heatre24</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11530498417416399288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pjeCzrQg8vc/R-voEieCjKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hKX3SZWrYng/S220/tahiti3+274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
