<?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-7686356</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:36:50.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelly's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Quieting down the cobwebs...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>570</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2699526885134703474</id><published>2011-02-16T13:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:05:30.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud 9</title><content type='html'>Had an ultrasound this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is finally going to get a little BROTHER!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're walkin' around on clouds over here.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2699526885134703474?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2699526885134703474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2699526885134703474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2699526885134703474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2699526885134703474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/cloud-9.html' title='Cloud 9'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7756897968977108524</id><published>2011-02-15T10:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:37:18.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2011</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I can't let Valentine's Day come and go without tellin' you all what we did!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning when the kiddos woke up, they all got a little felt "Valentine bag" of treats, which I fully expected would be gone by noon, and I was right.  ;o)  Even Brynn got in on the action, and by 10:00, I had chocolate-marshmallow heart candy ground into my carpeting.  The kids had all made Valentines for each other which they had stuffed into eachother's bag.  (We hung the bags by the fireplace, right where our Christmas stockings had been.)  This is the first year that Abrielle really has a clue about the holiday, and I guess we broke her in right, because at lunchtime, she prayed, "Fant you, Dod, fow Balentime's Day tanny."  (She *can* say those c's and g's now, but they're so much work to articulate without coaching...) ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, John had to work of course, so we had a normal school day, except that we had a minor incident of a big brother tormenting his next younger sister with squirting water at her from the iron.  (It wasn't hot, but she didn't know that.)  Such a wonderful pause in our otherwise lovey-dovey day.  (They're siblings, what can I say?)  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big thing that happened was that Brynn really took off walking today!  She started the day off only taking 3-5 steps, and ended it with her walking from the livingroom into the kitchen to welcome Papa home from work.  It was his favorite "Valentine gift" as she was all smiles and saying "Papa!" on her way to see him.  So cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night we decided to all get gussied up, and eat downstairs in front of the fireplace.  We have a diningroom table down there that we pulled over, (away from the far wall in the picture), put a table cloth on, set, etc.  Aleksa was in charge of that.  She did a very nice job, too.  Pretty centerpiece, candles, etc.  Liana had put red heart lights on the mantle as extra ambiance (those had actually been there for several days.  The little girls LOVE those.)  We had shrimp (major craving over here for that recently), and chicken enchiladas (John's favorite) for supper.  Adam made angelfood cake for dessert... with strawberries and whipped cream.  Num.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QY4a3yj__L4/TVq3-eNVs0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/fA2_Avz45Qg/s1600/ValentinesDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QY4a3yj__L4/TVq3-eNVs0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/fA2_Avz45Qg/s320/ValentinesDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573969772713194306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click on the photo to enlarge...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper clean-up we hung out a bit, and then after the kids went to bed John and I watched a movie together which would have been all cozy and intimate, except that Abrielle could not sleep, and so it was the three of us cuddling on the couch. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the usual roses (he gets me some every year...  *swoon*...), we also got a new garbage disposal.  !!!.  You can tell we aren't newly-weds anymore, 'cause I was MIGHTY excited about that!  John also got flowers for the kids, which the girls L.O.V.E.D.  I think Adam sorta made a sword out of his or something...  it didn't last long!  lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy day for us...  Hope you enjoyed showing your family you loved them too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7756897968977108524?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7756897968977108524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7756897968977108524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7756897968977108524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7756897968977108524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-2011.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2011'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QY4a3yj__L4/TVq3-eNVs0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/fA2_Avz45Qg/s72-c/ValentinesDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1759806544290310876</id><published>2011-02-11T12:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:36:51.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To the rescue!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long week over here...  I've been down with a chest cold, and have had very little extra energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, however, a friend had heard about that, and came over early that afternoon to wrangle the kids and help me with school.  She sat and quizzed the girls with their music theory, and did who-knows-what-else with them, while she shooed me away so I could go take a nap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling so much better, and while she and my kids were all off playing who-knows-what downstairs, (I did see that our guest had been gussied up in one of the girls' dress-up dresses!), I made supper without interruptions!  It was amazing!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are such treasures... So thankful for her!  It was a gentle rebuke to me, though...  "How have I been a friend to someone today/this week?"  What about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1759806544290310876?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1759806544290310876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1759806544290310876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1759806544290310876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1759806544290310876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-rescue.html' title='To the rescue!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-400828921400190704</id><published>2011-02-10T10:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:04:19.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day countdown!</title><content type='html'>So excited....  Valentine's day is less than a week away!  Gotta iron out the Big Plan with the kiddos.  This will be the first V-day that Abrielle will have a clue, so I'm excited to make this one special... (though, if you remember, I try to make 'em all special!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-400828921400190704?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/400828921400190704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=400828921400190704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/400828921400190704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/400828921400190704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/v-day-countdown.html' title='V-Day countdown!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5166309034779537628</id><published>2011-02-09T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:33:19.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stink.</title><content type='html'>Ah, one of the more fragrant days over here...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksa just walked past the bathroom in time to see Abrielle spilling her little potty all over the floor, and Brynn crawing on into the bathroom and sitting in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathtime at the Fisher house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5166309034779537628?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5166309034779537628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5166309034779537628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5166309034779537628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5166309034779537628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/stink.html' title='Stink.'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5351022732963021355</id><published>2011-02-08T10:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:16:05.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Abrielle busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TVF5j_nFzNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/mdZOVsZpKaA/s1600/AbriellePlaydough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TVF5j_nFzNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/mdZOVsZpKaA/s320/AbriellePlaydough.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571367873311788242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Brynn goes down for her nap, Abrielle gets to do a "project."  It also means she gets to listen to a cute nursery rhyme cd. Today she got a giant coloring page/crayons, and since that didn't take her long, she got to pull out some playdough too.  The big girls don't like to be too far away when there's fun happening, so they joined her at the table to do their math.  Today I'm supervising with my laptop here with me. :o)  Adam is in the livingroom doing his own thing.  He concentrates better away from distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TVF5jrQK9LI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sRLUMqV4r50/s1600/AbrielleColoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TVF5jrQK9LI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sRLUMqV4r50/s320/AbrielleColoring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571367867846948018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping Abrielle busy (safely) is one of the toughest challenges I have right now.  Thankfully, though, with Brynn still taking morning naps, it makes that job a little easier.  Abrielle loves getting out the paints (of any kind), doing baking projects with me, coloring, pasting, reading books, etc.  She's also been on a "play with dolly" kick lately.  It's fun having a three-year old in the house to be able to do this "little girl" stuff with.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5351022732963021355?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5351022732963021355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5351022732963021355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5351022732963021355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5351022732963021355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/keeping-abrielle-busy.html' title='Keeping Abrielle busy'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TVF5j_nFzNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/mdZOVsZpKaA/s72-c/AbriellePlaydough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5124644170011297013</id><published>2011-02-04T16:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:48:30.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Bliss</title><content type='html'>This week our "breakfast chef" has been our sunny Aleksa.  Each week the big kids rotate who cooks the morning meal, and that person also helps with other misc. cooking during the week as needed.  We've been treated to fruit smoothies, pancakes, peanutbutter granola, oatmeal, sausage/cheese muffins and probably something else I can't remember right now.  They enjoy their cooking time, and have learned a lot in the process.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Chef in the kitchen, it also frees me up to feed and diaper the baby, check my email, get things ready for school to start, dress the Littles, make the bed, straighten up a bit, start a load of laundry etc. before we all hit the floor running once school starts.  Of course, the whole house looks like a hurricane has hit by the time 3:00 rolls around, 'cause we have these little cyclones called the 3yo and 1yo.  We're constantly picking up after them, even during school, but alas, they're fast, and determined, and enjoy watching Mama crawl around on the floor.  Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to Leksa's fabulous cooking.  She's on my mind right now because not only is she making the pizza crust for tonight's supper right now, but she also has the bread machines (I have two) running.  She's making some delicious cinnamon bread for tomorrow morning's breakfast.  Num-o.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Saturday breakfasts... John is usually zooming out the door headed to work when we are getting our breakfast going (his breakfasts are grabbed out of the freezer and nuked lately... usually leftovers of what the rest of us have already enjoyed during the week), so when we can all sit down to eat together, my domestical self sighs with contentment to have everyone's feet under the same table.  I actually am usually the Saturday morning chef, but today Leks was on a roll with her pizza dough, and having a great time getting floured up.  I wasn't going to argue.  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When John and I were first married, we loved cold cereal for breakfast.  Every single day.  If we did that now, we'd go broke, completely.  Though, I have to tell you that last month John did some grocery shopping for me once and came home with like TEN boxes of cereal.  The kids were in heaven.  Cold cereal is definitely is not the norm over here.  I still do miss my bowl of Life, but when we get it, it's for a snack more than a meal...  My family can eat two boxes of cereal in one meal really easily....  because "just one bowl" doesn't fill anyone up.  Not after being used to pancakes or oatmeal every day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we do to keep the costs down, is that we older folks drink a cup of tea every morning, (occasionally hot chocolate),instead of juices.  The Littles drink milk.  I try to only buy juice for weekends.  Much cheaper that way.  Besides, the kids and I have sort of spoiled ourselves with our tea...  It's one of our simple pleasures to sip tea over a nice breakfast with great company to chat with.  We have some of our best talks over breakfast, and do our daily Bible study/reading then.  While we do spend more time in preparation and eating, I consider our breakfast time sacred family time... One of life's simple pleasures that we would have completely missed out on if we had a much smaller family and could have continued our cold-cereal-while-watching-tv newlywed mode...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5124644170011297013?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5124644170011297013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5124644170011297013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5124644170011297013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5124644170011297013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/breakfast-bliss.html' title='Breakfast Bliss'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2019255814826618513</id><published>2011-02-03T16:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:43:12.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning!</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of thinking about the whole "big family" thing.  With the addition of each extra child, my own job has obviously become more complicated, and whereas I might have been able to "slip by" without doing certain things in the early years of just having the three home, by now, that is waaaaaaaaay noticeable, and unacceptable.  I might have been able to run the dishwasher every other day, for example "back then."  These days, if we don't run the dishwasher, there will be no dishes for the next day.  Kind of important, folks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, as the family has expanded, I've really had to learn self-control, discipline, diligence, and perseverance.  No more getting by without a meal plan or a shopping list, 'cause if I try it, we waste hundreds of dollars per month. (John loves that.  Not.) It can get scary without some semblance of order around here.  Of course all this "extra work" means that either Mom is lazy and her house is falling down around her, or she's exhausted from doing it all herself, or, Mom is a smart lady who has trained in her family to be helpers.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sure there are things we "can't" do with a family our size, but the trade off of what we (*I*) are/am learning is invaluable, and I hope the children all leave our home with some really solid character traits engrained in them...and in me too.  I have to remind myself each day to persevere.  But I sure wouldn't trade my job for the world...  truly, I've never been happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that regard, though, I thought I'd give you all a heads up on a different direction I plan on going with this blog in the weeks/months ahead.  I'd like to start using "this place" to keep myself accountable and organized.  You might see a weekly menu here, or a to-do list that needs to happen by a certain time; or a list of things that we have accomplished for the day.  Or a list of who is doing what jobs for the week.  Maybe it will give you ideas for your own home, or, maybe it will make you rethink stopping by and reading here, but I thought it only fair to let you know.  I still plan on talking about my kiddos (carefully, mind you - they're getting older and more mortified at Mama's rambling on about them...  but my little ones, I think, have a few more years before they'll really care.)  ;o)  Regardless... consider yourselves warned!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2019255814826618513?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2019255814826618513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2019255814826618513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2019255814826618513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2019255814826618513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/warning.html' title='Warning!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4228550047667985121</id><published>2011-02-02T17:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:09:21.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Years Home pics from last summer</title><content type='html'>I was digging around for pictures to send to Ukraine yesterday, and came across a few that I should post.  This one was taken on the kids' "Six Year Home" anniversary...  I love it!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnqApdPpUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FrobKIxlFGk/s1600/HomeSixYears%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnqApdPpUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FrobKIxlFGk/s320/HomeSixYears%2521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569239711069742402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are individual shots from their big day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnrM9M6PYI/AAAAAAAAAew/vf5OtGcSJmA/s1600/Adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnrM9M6PYI/AAAAAAAAAew/vf5OtGcSJmA/s320/Adam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569241022039997826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnrMSW1wxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/TVShGTDX1BA/s1600/Liana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnrMSW1wxI/AAAAAAAAAeo/TVShGTDX1BA/s320/Liana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569241010538922770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnrLWzGTQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bgcACl3QSjY/s1600/Aleksa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnrLWzGTQI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bgcACl3QSjY/s320/Aleksa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569240994551319810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days ahead, I'll look for some pictures of the little girls so you can get to know them too...  But for now, I'd better go console a fussy baby, and the three year old is begging me to play "llamas."  Oh to be in more than one place at once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4228550047667985121?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4228550047667985121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4228550047667985121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4228550047667985121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4228550047667985121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/six-years-home-pics-from-last-summer.html' title='Six Years Home pics from last summer'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUnqApdPpUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FrobKIxlFGk/s72-c/HomeSixYears%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4440762205733471755</id><published>2011-02-01T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:10:33.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from Ukraine!</title><content type='html'>The kids got a letter from Mama Zhanna today!  Very exciting stuff over here.  She was confirming that she had received a packet of photos/drawings/etc., and let us know a little how she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let them all make Valentines to send her asap, and I've been collecting more photos to include in the next letter...  While it is always wonderful to hear from her, I have to admit, it often stirs up some insecure emotions among our crew.  I've already heard this afternoon that I love the little girls best...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much hugging, cryin', 'splaining, reassuring, and etc'ing going on over here.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4440762205733471755?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4440762205733471755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4440762205733471755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4440762205733471755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4440762205733471755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-from-ukraine.html' title='Letter from Ukraine!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6711843590809434545</id><published>2011-01-31T12:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:19:48.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUb7gadrlEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/12US-osMkJI/s1600/AdamsKitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUb7gadrlEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/12US-osMkJI/s320/AdamsKitchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568414523568395330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned that Adam (16!), cleaned my kitchen for me the other morning...  This is him in the middle of his hard work.  Saturday morning he had emptied the dishwasher, scrubbed the kitchen floor, set the breakfast table, and started breakfast, all before any of the rest of us woke up.  If there's one thing I don't regret in raising my crew, it's that kids CAN be taught that hard work is fun, and serving others is a joy, and that they can learn early and well how to cook and clean.  I am sooooo reaping the benefits of that right now... especially since I've been in the thick of morning sickness with two busy littles running/crawling around. The older crew has been a lifesaver for me in many ways, and they are all great helpers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6711843590809434545?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6711843590809434545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6711843590809434545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6711843590809434545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6711843590809434545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/adams-kitchen.html' title='Adam&apos;s Kitchen'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUb7gadrlEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/12US-osMkJI/s72-c/AdamsKitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-899498778283685191</id><published>2011-01-30T20:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:03:12.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brynn's First Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUYYdE0KGqI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uCPPYG5TRcU/s1600/BrynnBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUYYdE0KGqI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uCPPYG5TRcU/s320/BrynnBirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568164877077977762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as far as birthdays go, this was about as low-key as you can get....  but Brynn didn't seem to mind.  :o)  We had church this morning with a potluck afterward, and then she had a nap, and then we partied by eating cupcakes and Brynn opened a few pressies.  I didn't even cook supper 'cause I've been sick most afternoons, and since it's Sunday, I sorta called myself a day of rest. ;o)  I doubt she'll be scarred for life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole year old.  Can't believe how fast time flies.  Brynn is taking two steps at a time.  The kids say they saw three, but I didn't, so it didn't happen. ;o)  She is also repeating a lot of what we say.  Her new word as of yesterday is "Peek-a-boo," but otherwise her vocabulary is "Mama," "Papa," "night-night," "all done," "day doe" (there you go; as in when she hands you something) "na-noo" (thank you), "diaper," "hi," and "bye-bye."  I'm sure I'm missing one or two, but that's what we've been hearing so far, along with some odds and ends repeating what we think "could" be what we just said, but we're not sure.  In other words, we're at a really fun stage with her.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I'm writing this, Liana is walking with her, and letting go here and there so she takes steps alone.  I guess I finally saw "three."  I'd better sign off before she heads to college on me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-899498778283685191?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/899498778283685191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=899498778283685191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/899498778283685191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/899498778283685191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-as-far-as-birthdays-go-this-was.html' title='Brynn&apos;s First Birthday!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUYYdE0KGqI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uCPPYG5TRcU/s72-c/BrynnBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4739654739436502251</id><published>2011-01-29T19:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:27:39.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLr953TQI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZSe6NjZtdD8/s1600/Brynn2Resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLr953TQI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZSe6NjZtdD8/s320/Brynn2Resized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567798995548851458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLX6tLFRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uZ9UU5EKeJE/s1600/Abri3Resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLX6tLFRI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uZ9UU5EKeJE/s200/Abri3Resized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567798651092931858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLXjd9VlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LIf4mriqFB8/s1600/Aleksa1Resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLXjd9VlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LIf4mriqFB8/s200/Aleksa1Resized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567798644855101010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLW6gmsnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/subjA4J4QOM/s1600/Liana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLW6gmsnI/AAAAAAAAAdU/subjA4J4QOM/s200/Liana2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567798633860346482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLWiXVLFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/RpjMf9NPL3w/s1600/Adam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLWiXVLFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/RpjMf9NPL3w/s200/Adam2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567798627378998354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLWd8XjfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Wk8-XTvKJ3E/s1600/FamilyPic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLWd8XjfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Wk8-XTvKJ3E/s200/FamilyPic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567798626192166386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a great way of completely losing your readership, Shelly.  Just completely quit writing for over a year.  Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a year ago, I sat down to say that I had just had a new baby girl, and even included pictures, when ZAP, just as I was finishing up, the whole post poofed and I'm sorry to say, it just took the wind out of my sails to want to write any time soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a year ago tomorrow, John and I welcomed another baby girl into our family.  Brynn Michelle joined our crew, and has been a sheer delight to have around.  She's a relaxed and snuggly baby, who smiles easily, and is as layed back as they come. Can't believe she'll be a whole year old tomorrow!  Sweet Bryncess, Mommy loves you!  She doesn't fuss when we lay her down for naps and bedtime, and just happily goes with the flow.  Oh how I needed a baby like that around here!  Lets just say that her bigger sister, Miss Abrielle (just turned 3), is a weeeeeeeeeeee bit of a handful! ;o)  In fact, She has earned the nickname Tornado Tot.  It truly is a term of endearment, but oh, how appropriate the name fits.  We've had flour incidents, food coloring experiments, plumbing disasters, (we've had to buy two or three different toilet augers because of her, plus dismantle the toilet altogether, and my super-snazzy cellphone was recently flushed...)  She's also taken a scissors to a string of Christmas tree lights and blew the lights on the whole tree.  She scares us.  But we love her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our older crew, oh, what a crew I have!  Just this morning Adam woke up early, emptied the dishwasher, scrubbed the kitchen floor, set the table, and started breakfast, all before anyone else woke up.  Let's just say, I'm in the "Terribly Lucky" category of moms with that one.  He just turned 16 this January, and while he isn't emotionally ready to handle a car, he can and does help out enormously.  This summer he started his own lawn-care business, and passed out fliers all over the neighborhood.  He stayed rather busy all summer long.  Very proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liana turned 12 this summer, and is still a little mama.  She loves little kids, and is wonderful with the babies.  She took a babysitting class through the Red Cross this summer, and came home much smarter than me.  ;o)  She and her sister have enjoyed taking voice lessons this school year, and hopefully they'll both stick with them, as they've really made a lot of progress so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksa is now 10...  Can't believe that!  She is a true "middle" - Not a big kid, and not a little kid.  Some days she wants to be big, and the next, she's offering her back to her little sisters to ride her around like a horsie.  She's a perfect "pal" to the little girls in that regard, since she still thinks the little kid games are great.  (Every other day, that is!)  ;o)  She's my sunny girl, and I'll be very sad the day The Hormones Hit and she starts getting moody on me.  Her big sister uh, well, lets just say, the Hormones Have Hit.  ;o)  (Not always though.  Don't get me wrong, Liana is a sweetheart of a girl, and I wouldn't trade her for the world.)  Anyway, Aleksa is my little opera girl, and her voice is really, truly beautiful and I can't wait to see how it develops with those lessons she's taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, that brings everyone up to speed with our family.  Except.  Lightning has indeed struck again, and we have just in the last few weeks been announcing that we are expecting yet another little Fisher blessing in August!  S'prise!  Everyone is super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that now that I've broken the sound barrier and actually remembered my password here, that I'll update more often.  But, well, we'll just see about that, won't we?  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4739654739436502251?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4739654739436502251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4739654739436502251' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4739654739436502251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4739654739436502251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/updated-at-last.html' title='Updated At Last'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/TUTLr953TQI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZSe6NjZtdD8/s72-c/Brynn2Resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8183622865549463691</id><published>2010-01-14T10:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:37:14.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's 15th!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, Adam is 15 today.  And he looks every bit the part.  Tall, dark and getting handsomer all the time.  Great kid.  Most days.  ;o)  Just kiddin'.  We've lucked out with all our kiddos, and Adam is no exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I served him breakfast in bed this morning on his birthday china...  Not sure if I've shared what that is...  A year or so ago we sent a package to "Mama Zhanna" in Ukraine, and in it we included a tea cup, saucer, and dessert plate which each kid had a match to.  On their birthdays, they would use their dishes in the hopes that Mama Zhanna is doing the same.  Kind of a nice way of keeping her in their lives, and something meaningful for her also.  She cried when she opened them, so I hope that today, the china is used on both sides of the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had originally planned that birthday cake would be served on the plate, but Adam wanted his cake this weekend when we're having a house full of company.  I made him "birthday cookies" instead of cake for today.  He passed them out at church last night, but we have extras to celebrate with today.  So anyway, this morning we put his scrambled eggs and sausage on the plate, made him some tea, homemade cards, put it all on a nice tray, and woke him up to a majorly off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of other little surprises up our sleeves for him tonight, but that's the day so far!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some have been asking if I've had the baby yet.  *groan*...  Nope!  I'm due two weeks from today though, so hopefully it will be soon.  Abrielle was six days early, so, you never know!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8183622865549463691?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8183622865549463691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8183622865549463691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8183622865549463691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8183622865549463691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/adams-15th.html' title='Adam&apos;s 15th!!!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6982354163366162362</id><published>2009-11-23T07:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:44:00.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SwqRefEwb9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/LdYToewPQH0/s1600/FamilyTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SwqRefEwb9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/LdYToewPQH0/s320/FamilyTree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407294255535255506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share a current picture of our "family tree."  Everyone is growing up so fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6982354163366162362?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6982354163366162362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6982354163366162362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6982354163366162362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6982354163366162362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-tree.html' title='Family tree'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SwqRefEwb9I/AAAAAAAAAcc/LdYToewPQH0/s72-c/FamilyTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8229289821579253508</id><published>2009-11-20T16:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:16:55.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue</title><content type='html'>"Oh, where, have you been, Shelly Girl, Shelly Girl, oh where have you been, Charmin' Shelly...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old song, supposed to be Billy Boy.  Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a thorn in my side I've been putting off posting here for a million years.  Which is sad because so much has happened with us worth sharing.  So many little memories lost because I couldn't make myself sit down and write them out here.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news over here is that we're expecting another baby!  *picks you up off the floor*  Another little miracle will arrive around the end of January.  We're thrilled.  Well, aside from the bout of gestational diabetes that showed up again, we're thrilled.  I wasn't thrilled with the holidays falling right in the middle of my "no/low sugar" diet, but nobody asked me.  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last time I posted was talking about Abrielle worries.  I decided to not worry anymore, and just leave the poor kid alone.  She eats when she wants to eat, and while she's tiny, she does have "tiny genes" working against her, and she's really healthy as a horse, so I'm happy.  She just turned two last week.  Can't believe it.  She's talking up a storm, and we are having full-fledged conversations with her.  Our eyebrows are constantly raised at what she is understanding and saying to us.  She's a smart cookie.  She also goes potty on the "big girl" potty now.  Has been since this summer.  Evidently I was potty-trained pretty early too, so I guess my side of the family isn't too surprised to hear about this trick, but boy was I shocked to see that she was asking to be put on the potty at so little of an age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated FIVE YEARS HOME this summer as well.  Wow.  Ya know, though, while this was a huge milestone for our kids, it didn't strike me as such...  They feel like they've always been with us, and a part of us.  The first thing I tell folks about them isn't "that they're adopted" - it's that Adam hates math, and won't change his socks, Liana is a second Mama to Abrielle, and Aleksa is on a major horse-kick that means she crawls around on the floor for long periods of time thereby putting holes in every pair of pants she owns.   Normal kid stuff.  While their adoptions aren't secrets, I try hard to just let us be a family doing normal family stuff, and if their being adopted is somehow relevant to whatever, then I'll bring it up, but otherwise, we're just trying hard to "be us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's been my hang-up about this blog lately.  I just want to be us.  Just want to be a family without having to analyze everything and wonder if they'll have life-issues because of certain things having happened to them.  It has just felt good to be the Fishers and not have to wonder who is thinking what about whom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  That's the deal.  I probably won't post much anymore, but I thank you for checking in, (if you're out there!), and thank you for being my friend on this wild ride of international adoption.  There are happy endings in older kid adoption.  We're proof of that.  I hope our story has helped your own somehow.  If you are on facebook, I'd love to add you as a friend so we can still "keep in touch."  I have enjoyed the two-sidedness of Facebook very much.  Instead of dropping a note in a bottle, like it feels like I do here, I actually get to "see" and interact with others.  Much more gratifying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8229289821579253508?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8229289821579253508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8229289821579253508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8229289821579253508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8229289821579253508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-overdue.html' title='Long overdue'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5775091165204068897</id><published>2009-05-30T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:01:32.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrielle update</title><content type='html'>Well, this weaning thing has been easier than I thought.  Abrielle still gets her mama before bed/naptimes, but she has been easily distracted when she's asked to nurse other times of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone, for your notes of encouragement.  I know there are plenty of worse things in life to have happen, I realize, but it has been hard for me nevertheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrielle, however, is completely oblivious to any problems whatsoever, and is happy as a clam doing her own thing.  She's busy, learning new things all the time, talking up a storm, and will pretty much repeat anything we ask her now.  She calls Adam "Da-da," Liana is "La-la," and Aleksa is "Lessa" (light on the s's).  She also tells us when she is wet, and when she has had a diaper leak (we use cloth diapers at home) -She says "Uh-oh, peeeeew!", and because of her tell-tale concentration look, she's even gone potty on her little potty once when we rushed her to the bathroom.  (Got it on video to pull out when she starts bringing boys home...)  *tee-hee*  She's a fearless climber, loves her babies, tucks them in and kisses them good-night in their little beds, puts her own shoes on, and absolutely loves her big brother and sisters.  They take her places.  For a while she was calling Adam "Wing-wing" (swing-swing).  It was so cute, Adam just could not say "no."  She's a little spoiled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to post a quick update to thank you guys and to say we're hanging in there and doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5775091165204068897?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5775091165204068897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5775091165204068897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5775091165204068897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5775091165204068897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/abrielle-update.html' title='Abrielle update'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8619787825767633773</id><published>2009-05-25T08:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:19:10.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>Been having a rough time with this blog thing, haven't I?  I figure that by not writing anything on it, that nobody will be getting any older, and my babies will stay my babies just a little while longer.  My older crew is really old.  Makes me teary.  *sniff, sniff*.  I don't even want to write about the baby, because SHE is also growing up.  *sniff, sniff*.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got issues, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have been a little stressed.  Abrielle, now 18mos., has not been gaining weight as she should.  She actually fell off the growth chart and is now considered "Failure to Thrive."  Can I just say, this is pretty devastating to hear?  MY BABY????  She's developmentally just fine, and even advanced, but she just isn't gaining weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so weird having this happen after having the opposite happen with our oldest crew.  They came to us starved and they instantly grew seven stories tall.  Then we have a baby "on our own" and she's having a hard time gaining anything.  It's definitely not something I ever expected to have happen, for sure!  The doctor just told me Friday to wean her immediately - like by next week.  (!!!!!!!!!!!).  Having a hard time with that.  Baby Girl is not going to like that much at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been feeling a little melancholy about writing.  Hope you understand...  (I doubt there's even anyone out there anymore anyway, but anyway, in case anyone does check in from time to time, this is what's up...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8619787825767633773?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8619787825767633773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8619787825767633773' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8619787825767633773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8619787825767633773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-3263391406380165127</id><published>2009-02-28T18:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:30:28.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's growing up</title><content type='html'>Bought Aleksa her first bra today.  She's growing up.  *sniff, sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, she asked, "Mama, how do you put it on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokingly, I said, "Well, first you put one foot into it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and she said, "That's what Liana does!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I laughed a few minutes, she asked me another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, which way is the front?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed the rest of the way home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-3263391406380165127?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3263391406380165127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=3263391406380165127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3263391406380165127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3263391406380165127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-growing-up.html' title='She&apos;s growing up'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-448270711858542606</id><published>2009-02-14T13:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:43:29.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned how much I love Valentine's Day?  *sigh*  Well, I do!!  I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to squeeze every ounce of mushiness out of the holiday, we've actually been celebrating all week!  I bought little felt "Valentine bags" at the Dollar Store, and kept them hanging on the backs of everyone's diningroom chairs.  Then every night I'd add a few treats for the kids to find in the morning.  We've also been working hard this week to fill out some Valentine fill-in-the-blanks for each other.  "One thing I admire about you is ________" kinds of things.  The answers ranged from silly, to waaaay mushy.  The last question was "I love you more than _____"  Answers ranged from "bubblegum" to "myself" which is what Liana wrote on Abrielle's valentine.  Since we each had so many to write, we've been making one each day and putting them in each other's Valentine bag to be read the morning of the 14th (today!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our homeschool group had a Valentine party last night where we not only exchanged cards and goodies, but we also made cards for the folks in the assisted living home next door.  The little old grandmas sure loved to see all the little ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been working on memorizing I Corinthians 13 - the "Love Chapter" since mid-January, and they've had a few chances to recite it already.  Mama forgot to ask them to do it at last night's party, but we've had company a few times in the last few weeks, and the kids have been able to practice it for them.  Good public speaking opportunities you know.  ;o)  They'll do it for John tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened our Valentines to each other over our nice breakfast (french toast, fresh fruit), and the kids were also able to read their valentines from last night's party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postman brought a package from Grandpa and Grandma with some Valentine goodies in them.  That was sure fun!  Oh!  And this morning, I woke up to a great big heart on the floor made by my favorite - Kit Kats!  Num!  I also got some roses! (He loves me!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm planning to make one of John's favorite meals...  Nice and quiet day otherwise though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this lovey-dovey day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-448270711858542606?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/448270711858542606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=448270711858542606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/448270711858542606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/448270711858542606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1394393769973181561</id><published>2008-12-22T09:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:54:19.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SU-yHcMMaUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/gHSadEI2wV0/s1600-h/Fisher+Christmas+Pic+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SU-yHcMMaUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/gHSadEI2wV0/s320/Fisher+Christmas+Pic+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282636728825047362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the kids' Sunday School Christmas Program at church.  Liana was Elisabeth, and Aleksa was Mary!  (Adam got to pass out the bulletins...  the boy does NOT like to be on the stage!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been preparing all week for company this weekend...  We'd expected the Fishers to come up for the Program, and then Friday we learned it was going to blizzard out, so they had to cancel.  We then invited another family over for Sunday dinner.  Sunday morning they had to cancel because of illness.  So that left all of us with a spic-n-span house, a table set with china and pretty holiday linens, and all of us dressed to the 9's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm..."  says I.  "Maybe we should turn this afternoon into our present opening time.  That would save me from having to do this alllll over again on Tuesday."  (We're planning on going to John's grandparent's for Wed-Fri, so we were going to open our presents on Tuesday morning.)  Having a spic-n-span house, a nice meal, spiffed up kids, and allll the presents already wrapped does not happen without much travail, tears, scrubbing, nagging, whining and complaining and flat-out WORK.  So.  After dinner, (on my mother's china pattern), we headed downstairs to the family room, where we had a very nice gift-opening time.  We got a Wii this year, and you can guess what everyone is doing right now!  I even got in a game of boxing with Adam this morning already.  Don't need any more exercise until 2017.  Abrielle's favorite thing was her color-wonder.  Too bad we wasted so much money on the other things she got!  ;o)  She's been very interested in pencils, crayons, markers and the like, and they've all been no-no's without Major Supervision until now.  This morning she was so excited about having free-reign over her markers that she was walking around and around and around Adam and me (we were playing Wii boxing), shrieking her excitement and holding her markers in one hand, and masterpiece creation in her other.  It was hilarious.  Aleksa got mostly horse-themed things, and Liana got a few herself, but her favorite gift was a spiral curling iron.  My Liana aged five years yesterday.  She sure looked glamorous!  She hasn't quite gotten the hang of how to do it, but I stepped in and finished her up.  It was a fun mom-daughter time, and I hope she never forgets it - I know I won't!  Adam got a giant over-stuffed bear, a remote-control truck, and some other guy stuff like a RAZOR, (!!!), socks, clip light for his bed, etc.  My kids are growing up...  *sniff, sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will sure be nice to relax the rest of the week!  I'll do some extra cooking/baking, but it feels good to have John home, everyone playing their hearts out, and me not having to correct science tests or monitor their wiggles.  Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1394393769973181561?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1394393769973181561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1394393769973181561' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1394393769973181561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1394393769973181561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SU-yHcMMaUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/gHSadEI2wV0/s72-c/Fisher+Christmas+Pic+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5224739868887497862</id><published>2008-12-15T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:17:50.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees and things</title><content type='html'>Sorry, Gang, I've been awol again.  We have our computers downstairs, and we do school UPstairs, and well, unless I take a pitstop here at the computer on the way out of the laundryroom, (which happens, I have to confess), I just don't get to actually "sit" with the computer until after the kids are in bed.  And then I've been doing other stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Facebook!  I never even knew what that was a month ago.  Now I can't wait to see who is doing what.  I've connected with friends I haven't seen for years and years through Facebook, and it has been a blast seeing what has happened to whom. If you haven't, you should try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little sentimental this year - first Christmas without either of my parents.  That's a little rough.  Plus, the sale of the house is final on Wednesday.  My brother wound up not being able to buy it. *sniff, sniff*  He did wind up with an absolutely adorable and perfect-for-him house anyway, so I'm very happy for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I had mentioned to my siblings that I was looking for a thrift-store Christmas tree for our familyroom.  Already had a big one for our livingroom, but wanted something downstairs as well.  My brother mentioned that Mom's tree was still in the basement "at the house" and was about to be sold with the house unless I came to get it.  I came that very weekend.  As luck would have it, I got not only Mom's big tree, but Dad's 4' "little" one as well.  I have them both up and lit.  And I love 'em!  My livingroom has one tree on one side, and one on the other, and then Mom's tree downstairs.  I love decorating for Christmas anyway, but it has been fun to have LOTS of decorations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I kind of forgot that we have a one-year-old in the house.  We had Mom's 7-foot tree fall over one day. Nobody got hurt, but it was sure enough to make my kids think that Mama was probably going to have a Cow in a minute...  the room got suddenly completly silent and everyone stared at me wondering if I was going to keep breathing or not.  I did.  But it sure took me a while to get that thing up again and looking nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides the falling over tree, my livingroom tree is bare on the bottom because the baby either walks off with the ornaments, or we catch her touching them and then re-hang them on the TOP of the tree.  So the top has too many ornaments and the bottom is bare.  I love it!  :o)  Ok, I didn't much love it when the 7-footer fell over, but hey, nobody got hurt, and I did get to rearrange the candycanes a little more evenly after that...  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I have been learning a lot about 13-month-olds in this "tree/baby" season...  We've been needing to say the big "N" word to Abrielle more than she's ever heard it before (aside from when she goes after the electrical outlets, which she's also terribly curious about), and the other night after we said "No-no" a few times, Abrielle found two clothespins from who-knows-where, and she slooooooowly moved the clothespins over to the tree as if to find out whether she could get away with touching the tree if she only touched it with the clothespins.  We could just see those little wheels turning in her head!  We've also watched her slowly back herself up next to the tree to find out if she could touch it unnoticed that sneaky way.  Lets just say that we Fishers are getting our exercise hopping up and redirecting our busy, busy little toddler, who we love to pieces and could just eat up she's so adorable and fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a terrific Christmas season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5224739868887497862?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5224739868887497862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5224739868887497862' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5224739868887497862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5224739868887497862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/trees-and-things.html' title='Trees and things'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-647167928600970141</id><published>2008-12-01T21:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:36:18.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>Leksa lost a tooth today... I have to read you the note we found under her pillow along with her tooth... Still chuckling over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to the dear tooth fairy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find my tooth pillow, that is sad. I mis you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the hole because I don't have any mouny. You are my friend. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Aleksa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy, you'll be happy to know, left her not only some "mouny," but also a personal note on cardstock in pretty purple font...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-647167928600970141?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/647167928600970141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=647167928600970141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/647167928600970141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/647167928600970141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2119932167730302108</id><published>2008-11-14T22:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:37:29.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Christmas Child</title><content type='html'>Tonight the kids and I went to our homeschool group to assemble boxes for Samaritan's Purse:  Operation Christmas Child.  Great organization that sends shoe boxes full of goodies to needy children around the world at Christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about choking a mom up...  I had known that our kids were recipients at least once of these boxes back at the orphanage, but I wasn't prepared to hear Adam speak up voluntarily at the meeting and tell everyone not only that he'd gotten such a box, but also share how he felt when getting it, etc... My normally tongue-tied and silly Adam was very articulate and mature. Coulda heard a pin drop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very proud mama moment...  Had to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2119932167730302108?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2119932167730302108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2119932167730302108' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2119932167730302108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2119932167730302108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/operation-christmas-child.html' title='Operation Christmas Child'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-353301540661934151</id><published>2008-11-13T16:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:10:51.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Abrielle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyws-pwEeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_WonhuxrcEg/s1600-h/Abrielles+First+Birthday+and+Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyws-pwEeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_WonhuxrcEg/s320/Abrielles+First+Birthday+and+Snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268279950895485410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's big day was also celebrated by going outside and enjoying her first snow.  We've had snow before, but nothing stuck.  I thought it was only fitting that as a birthday treat, we head outside and check out what the white stuff was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyxse2d-eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V6jcEaqSun8/s1600-h/First+touch+of+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyxse2d-eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V6jcEaqSun8/s320/First+touch+of+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268281041870518754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so curious, and careful!  I loved watching her in the snow!  We hadn't bought her any boots yet, so I just threw some socks over her shoes to keep her feet extra warm and dry.  Worked slick, especially since she was so bundled up otherwise, the poor girl could hardly move!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyxONX1idI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LwBX7e6pOHY/s1600-h/What+is+this+stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyxONX1idI/AAAAAAAAAbY/LwBX7e6pOHY/s320/What+is+this+stuff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268280521782561234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyw6h0hKXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J_Q641-PDNw/s1600-h/Abrielles+First+Snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyw6h0hKXI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/J_Q641-PDNw/s320/Abrielles+First+Snowman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268280183674186098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big kids made her a snowman for her birthday.  She seemed to like it, but she knocked the thing over after about five minutes.  Oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyy91TOS0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/UQ4KgPreRUI/s1600-h/I+Killt+It.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyy91TOS0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/UQ4KgPreRUI/s320/I+Killt+It.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268282439466109762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyxeKqxjsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/prs8b3Oklbo/s1600-h/Abrielles+First+Birthday+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyxeKqxjsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/prs8b3Oklbo/s320/Abrielles+First+Birthday+Cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268280795934592706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her smash cake, which true to her nature, she very hesitantly dug into.  She sat and looked at it a good long time before someone took her hand and stuck it in the cake.  She sat there a while and wondered what to do next with her poor hand all covered with frosting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Abrielle, your siblings have so much to teach you!  lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-353301540661934151?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/353301540661934151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=353301540661934151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/353301540661934151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/353301540661934151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-abrielle.html' title='Happy Birthday, Abrielle!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SRyws-pwEeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_WonhuxrcEg/s72-c/Abrielles+First+Birthday+and+Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-632268943527996241</id><published>2008-11-11T19:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:16:06.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow is the day.  My baby turns one year old.  It's been a rough day...  Days before birthdays are always tough on me.  I've been known to be a blubbering mess at tuck-in time the night before birthdays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday John's family came up for a little party for the birthday girl.  I had a little meltdown right before cake time.  Had to get a hug from my mom-in-law, who is always good for those.  :o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's taking several steps at a time now, stands very solidly, and is even starting to jabber now!  Our little girl's vocabulary as of right now is:  mama, papa, Brella-brella (it's soooo cute to hear that!), baby, pretty, poop (sigh), bye-bye, bear, and ball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important word on that list is definitely "Ball."  I'll be rocking her to sleep, and she'll shake herself awake and say, "Ball!"  And then I'll ask her if she likes to play ball, and then rock her some more and she'll fall asleep.  She'll wake up in the middle of the night saying, "Ball!  Ball!"  It's also the first thing out of her mouth when she wakes up, or when you pick her up.  She lovvvvvvvvvvvves to play ball.  Any ball.  It's her favorite thing in the world, and she thinks about it a LOT.  lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest trouble with her right now is that she is overly cautious.  She's a regular chicken, in fact.  At the table, she will NOT open her mouth for the first bite of anything - even food she's eaten many times before.  She thinks she might not like it.  We have to actually pry her mouth open for that first bite - and she fights it bigtime.  After that, though, she realizes, "Oh, I like this, I remember." And then she'll open her mouth for us just fine thereafter.  It. Is. Weird.  And she doesn't like mushy textures.  No pureed food, baby cereal, etc.  Gotta be able to chew it, or she won't eat it.  She's a strange one alright.  Still primarily nursing her for her feedings though, and she doesn't seem to mind that.  ;o)  Not planning on weaning her any time soon.  I can't even fathom weaning her yet, in fact.  She isn't five years old yet, afterall.  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has a new trick of scowling at people.  Like out-and-out dirty looks!  It's hilarious!  She actually has MY scowl.  She can go from being a "total Fisher" to being a "total Shelly" in a split second.  Cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrielle, you have sure been a fun addition to this family!  Don't grow up too fast, my sweet girl... your older siblings haven't listened too well to my telling them that, but I hope, my baby, that you'll stay little for at least a little while longer yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-632268943527996241?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/632268943527996241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=632268943527996241' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/632268943527996241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/632268943527996241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-379647815992949571</id><published>2008-11-04T20:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:04:33.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorty</title><content type='html'>That's what Adam calls his baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, that just melts my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-379647815992949571?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/379647815992949571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=379647815992949571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/379647815992949571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/379647815992949571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/shorty.html' title='Shorty'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1660560682148087078</id><published>2008-10-31T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:16:34.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricks and treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SQur_6KOV4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/dumaT_ELcaA/s1600-h/HappyHalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SQur_6KOV4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/dumaT_ELcaA/s320/HappyHalloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263489703944804226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun night here...  The kids' loot bags are bulging, and everyone had a blast gettin' candy from the neighbors.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However!  This afternoon as I was fashioning a cardboard and tin foil fairy-princess wand for the littlest Fisher, Liana came in from sweeping the porch.  She brought the broom in with her.  On the end of her finger.  And it was stuck.  Apparently, the cap came off the top of the broom, and she shoved her finger waaaaaay into it.  And the broom bit back.  I had visions of heading to the emergency room there for a few tense minutes.  I ran cold water on her hand for a while and eventually her finger shrunk enough that we could wriggle her finger out.  Her finger was dark blue.  Skeery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice and fleshy pink now, however, and all is well in the world.  I don't think she needs to pull that "trick" again on Halloween.  We'll stick with just the "treat" part...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1660560682148087078?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1660560682148087078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1660560682148087078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1660560682148087078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1660560682148087078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/tricks-and-treats.html' title='Tricks and treats'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SQur_6KOV4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/dumaT_ELcaA/s72-c/HappyHalloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-3394346770910663581</id><published>2008-10-30T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:35:35.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>The number of bugs we've caught the baby eating so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One box elder and two dead ladybugs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-3394346770910663581?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3394346770910663581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=3394346770910663581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3394346770910663581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3394346770910663581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4231345422372332461</id><published>2008-10-13T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:15:14.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures for ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SPNz56cJzYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zVkwq0OZ6xI/s1600-h/Four+Fishers+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SPNz56cJzYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zVkwq0OZ6xI/s320/Four+Fishers+Leaves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256672628848577922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SPNz6HAouoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_dtjKvfVWAU/s1600-h/Leaf+Pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SPNz6HAouoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_dtjKvfVWAU/s320/Leaf+Pile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256672632222825090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SPNz6an2EAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SQpGYukQ1ys/s1600-h/Leaf+Pile+Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SPNz6an2EAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SQpGYukQ1ys/s320/Leaf+Pile+Kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256672637487550466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd all enjoy these...  (Sorry no text...  busy time of the day here at the Fisher house...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4231345422372332461?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4231345422372332461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4231345422372332461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4231345422372332461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4231345422372332461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-for-ya.html' title='Pictures for ya!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SPNz56cJzYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zVkwq0OZ6xI/s72-c/Four+Fishers+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8499018160368966939</id><published>2008-10-05T21:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:05:58.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall!</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I've posted.  It's been harder for me to do so lately...  school is in full swing here, and I've been spent by the end of the day - Been spending just time enough online to check my email, a few favorite websites, and then crash.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a fun fall though.  Grandpa and Grandma Fisher and Uncle Jared came to visit us a few weeks back and we visited the apple orchard.  Was fun staying up late catching up.  They even came through with presents.  Imagine that!  The girls got (among many other things), some lip gloss, which Abrielle decided was the prettiest stuff in the world.  It was cute seeing her try to steal all of it in her little hands (and mouth!)  She kept dropping them as she grabbed for more.  Had to be there, but it was soooo cute!  We also went to a rodeo that the university in town here hosts.  The kids LOVED the horses, and even Abrielle was giddy with excitement over seeing them too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have had some of our beginning-of-the-school-year struggles (yearly thing as you might remember).  This year, though, it has been just with Adam.  And instead of it being an in-your-face kind of bucking of authority, he's been quiet about it.  We've had to deal with fun things like Adam not wearing underwear.  And throwing two turquoise towels in a load of whites.  And telling us he's doing his chores when he isn't.  And skimming instead of reading.  Stuff that's *really* tough to catch him doing, but makes him feel that little bit of control.  It's been frustrating, but it's easing up and even feeling a little "normal" around here now.  Things were so wonderful all summer that I had almost forgotten to buckle my seatbelt for this kind of thing this fall, but it didn't take long for it all to come back to me.  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all of that, school has been a lot of fun this year.  Auntie Sharon has been a faithful penpal to all three kiddos, and our "Monday" writing assignment is always a letter to her.  She sends back color pages, word puzzles, "kid" recipes to try, and of course a juicy letter.  When she had trouble with bees in the house (needed an exterminator even!), she sent bee-themed pictures and puzzles.  When they went to the orchard, she sent apple-themed stuff.  This week is fire prevention and since she's an EMT and her hubby is a fireman, well, you get the idea.  ;o)  She's been having to spend a fortune on postage.  It's been so fun though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has a possible work-from-home situation for his next contract...  I'm really hoping it can work out.  He's been driving over an hour to work every day, which, while it was definitely our choice to move here instead of into the Cities, it would be a sigh of relief to be able to have him not have to spend the fortune on gas, extra hours on the road, and not to mention, to be able to see him so often.  We'll probably find out this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I can think of... Have a good week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8499018160368966939?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8499018160368966939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8499018160368966939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8499018160368966939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8499018160368966939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-fall.html' title='Happy Fall!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-9028154537870222654</id><published>2008-09-10T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:49:26.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Medicine?</title><content type='html'>I looked out my kitchen window to see Liana giving Adam underdogs on the ropeswing, and hearing Adam scream his complaints...  He isn't our daredevil.  In fact, he's kind of a chicken when it comes to that kind of thing...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next thing I knew, Adam was coming inside telling me that Liana wouldn't stop pushing him when he asked, and that he was asking her to please stop but she wouldn't and blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested that the next time she got on that swing to give her a dose of her own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, Mama," he said, "She likes that medicine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-9028154537870222654?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9028154537870222654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=9028154537870222654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/9028154537870222654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/9028154537870222654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/yummy-medicine.html' title='Yummy Medicine?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2449681068022482246</id><published>2008-09-05T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:17:26.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie and the Diamond Castle</title><content type='html'>A friend recently handed me an ad for a pair of Barbie dolls.  Apparently, there is a new Barbie movie coming out.  The two stars of the show are:  Princess Liana and Princess Alexa!  Can you believe it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbie_and_the_Diamond_Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, don't know how to add links that work yet.  Oh, Johhhhhhn!!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we saw the dolls at the store, and while they were indeed beauties, they sing rather annoyingly, and they would never make it a day without Mama hiding them forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2449681068022482246?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2449681068022482246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2449681068022482246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2449681068022482246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2449681068022482246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/barbie-and-diamond-castle.html' title='Barbie and the Diamond Castle'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-3891305874191028119</id><published>2008-09-01T11:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:53:16.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayola Craziness</title><content type='html'>I love school supplies.  I love the smell of them.  I love organizers for them.  I love pencil boxes and pencils.  And glue bottles.  And neon erasers.  And *washable* markers.  And crayons that come with their own sharpeners.  And folders with Cinderella on them, and notebooks with Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, when Walmart had a sale this weekend, and the aisle was packed with other frenzied moms getting last minute needs for their new grade-schoolers, I caught the bug Bad.  Well, I guess I must have.  I didn't realize how glazed over and put-it-in-the-cart-ish I was until I hit the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady got half-way through checking me out, and then stopped suddenly and said, "Uh, this isn't for a tax exemption, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how many school supplies I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sickness I tell you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Might be headed back this afternoon... I forgot the sticky tack and scissors...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-3891305874191028119?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3891305874191028119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=3891305874191028119' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3891305874191028119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3891305874191028119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/crayola-craziness.html' title='Crayola Craziness'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1888677000791153749</id><published>2008-08-28T16:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:07:53.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SLcfasAAeSI/AAAAAAAAATw/hCe2_HvFkCk/s1600-h/Four+Fabulous+Fishers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SLcfasAAeSI/AAAAAAAAATw/hCe2_HvFkCk/s320/Four+Fabulous+Fishers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239691234817112354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I had a picture of all four kiddos on here.  It's hard to get 'em all in one spot, actually.  But in the evenings, if there's fair weather, and not much going on, we try to all hang out in the back yard.  It's my favorite place on the planet.  Before living here, we really haven't had a "back yard" so to speak.  The last place we lived had a fabulous front yard, and even woods on both sides of us.  But nobody really played "in the back."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A front yard is great and all, but hanging in the front yard means to the world, "Come on over and talk to us!"  Which is WONDERFUL.  But, it means fewer chances to hang out as a family and know it will be "just us."  Our last yard was the neighborhood hang out in many ways, and while I loved that, I do admit that my introverted self really loves the privacy of this back yard haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SLcfPFQ6G3I/AAAAAAAAATo/pc8PGKVS-Z0/s1600-h/Night+in+the+Yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SLcfPFQ6G3I/AAAAAAAAATo/pc8PGKVS-Z0/s320/Night+in+the+Yard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239691035440454514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a nice fire, and I love squealing kids, and I love catching my oldest boy going ga-ga all over his baby sister, and I love rope swings that hurt fannies.  (Ok, well, I love watching everyone ELSE on said rope swing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SLcfkvwgA0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/jAD8fgju_L0/s1600-h/Fire+Pit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SLcfkvwgA0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/jAD8fgju_L0/s320/Fire+Pit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239691407624504130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nights like this one will be what I reflect back on when I'm eighty remembering "the good old days."  It won't be too long before my kids are all grown up.  *sniff, sniff*, but meanwhile, I'm going to relish every spare second outside with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go hug someone.  Time is short...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1888677000791153749?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1888677000791153749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1888677000791153749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1888677000791153749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1888677000791153749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/backyard-haven.html' title='Backyard haven'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SLcfasAAeSI/AAAAAAAAATw/hCe2_HvFkCk/s72-c/Four+Fabulous+Fishers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2463834460799059444</id><published>2008-08-22T20:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:06:25.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pioneer Woman</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I've mentioned before that I don't really read others' blogs a whole lot.  The exceptions are those of you who leave me comments - I often pop in and see how you are doing.  I like to get to know those who consider me a "friend" enough to keep reading my story here.  Otherwise, I don't get around a whole lot. There are literally SCADS of other "homeschool mom" blogs that I really don't get into for some reason.  After a while they all start sounding the same (no offense all you homeschool moms; you know I love ya!) It's just that nobody's has me hooked is all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of "The Pioneer Woman?"  I heard of her via another homeschool board, but I don't read her because of any "homeschool-y" reason.  She is just a complete HOOT.  Her story has me hooked completely, and her writing is hilarious.  Plus, she takes incredible pictures.  (I mean INCREDIBLE).  Here's her story; She's a doctor's daughter.  Grew up on a golf course.  Took ballet all her childhood.  She went to college in Los Angeles.  City-slicker who loves Starbucks.  &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; kind of a gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; she fell in love with a rancher.  Like a several-generation Oklahoma rancher.  And now she lives among the cows and the horses and the cowboys and the mud, and the grime.  And the four children!  And her life just isn't what she figured it would have been, but she loves every minute of it, and the glimpses she gives us of her life are heartfelt, touching, and very often have me giggling in my computer chair and I have to make John come over and read it too.  Go check her out.  I bet you'll love her too!  http://thepioneerwoman.com&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2463834460799059444?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2463834460799059444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2463834460799059444' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2463834460799059444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2463834460799059444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/pioneer-woman.html' title='The Pioneer Woman'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8069516624707813442</id><published>2008-08-22T20:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:28:08.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt diggin'</title><content type='html'>Lazed around all day enjoying some of the last seconds of the summer.   The girls fixed me up with a pretend restaurant meal on the front step.   Complete with dandelion greens, grass, dirt and mud for the different courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Aleksa served me my mud, she said, "Don't worry, Mama, this isn't from the sandbox."   I was relieved - they aren't allowed to lug sandbox dirt all over the yard...   Then I had to ask her where she got it.   "Oh, I dug this dirt out of the yard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a relief it wasn't from the sandbox....   lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8069516624707813442?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8069516624707813442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8069516624707813442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8069516624707813442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8069516624707813442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/dirt-diggin.html' title='Dirt diggin&apos;'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2293269634997903688</id><published>2008-08-21T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:32:55.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, bugged Adam!</title><content type='html'>It isn't often anymore that we hear real doozies from the kids as far as language oopses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however, Adam came in the house telling me, "Mama, Liana and Aleksa are bugging me around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate when that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2293269634997903688?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2293269634997903688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2293269634997903688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2293269634997903688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2293269634997903688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-bugged-adam.html' title='Poor, bugged Adam!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-591709897233368797</id><published>2008-08-21T08:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:51:24.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy summer!</title><content type='html'>Don't know about anyone else, but this summer has been the busiest summer of my life!  Every single weekend except one has been filled with trips or visits of some kind.  (Not all the fun kind either~ lots of extra trips to take care of my parents' estate.) Looking forward to a calmer September, although with school starting it will be far from "calm" around here!  Then I'm hoping to get lots of company in October and November! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been "peach" season at our house.  Lots of canning, freezing, and making peach butter out of 100 lbs. of peaches.  Very glad to be done with that for the year!  My poor kitchen has probably never been stickier!  It has been fun to have the chance to do it though.  I've had access to all kinds of fruit again this summer, and my freezer and pantry are full again.  I have strawberries, blueberries, bing cherries, pie cherries, apricots, and peaches.  I still have plums and pears from last year.  I've also made lots of jam and jelly this summer - we go through a lot!  Our "pie cherries" come pitted in a bucket and frozen...  After I put up the cherries, (made some cherry pie filling), I took the juice from them and made the most DELICIOUS cherry jelly!  Never had that before, but oh, it is good (if you like cherry pie, that is!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually got a good night's rest last night..  Baby only up twice.  The night before, Abby was up three or four times (she cut another tooth yesterday!), and then Liana had nightmares and woke me up twice to tell me about them.  I was rather a zombie yesterday.  All I accomplished was some laundry and scrubbing down my kitchen (again)...  Otherwise, I sat around in the back yard playin' with the kids.  Abrielle loves it outside, and the kids love it when Mama watches their tricks.  Even swung on the rope swing yesterday.  That seat is still hard on the tushie, though now I'm the only one who thinks so.  Adam asked if it was because my bottom is "so much bigger" than everyone else's.  I used to really like that kid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-591709897233368797?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/591709897233368797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=591709897233368797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/591709897233368797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/591709897233368797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-summer.html' title='Busy summer!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1457324850033563647</id><published>2008-08-17T21:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:31:15.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years Home!</title><content type='html'>No.  Way.  Jose.  Four whole years.  Were they long, or were they short?  They've always been here, haven't they?  Life didn't start 'til they came along, seems like.  Isn't that strange?  I don't know if it was a conscious effort, or unconscious, but I seriously don't remember a whole lot from before the kids "came home."  The contrast in how my life is between "before" they were here, and "after" they came home is too great.  It's like Dorothy going over the rainbow and winding up in technicolor instead of black and white.  That's exactly how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do a whole lot to celebrate today (ice cream cake, but other than that, it was pretty low-key.  Hey, we've been busy, man!)  But we did talk off and on all day about how they've changed, and how much of a blessing they are to us, and how thankful we are to be a family.  Adam out of the blue thanked us for adopting him and giving him a family.  Awww.  That boy can melt this mama's heart in about two second flat.  He's such a great kid.  Not kidding.  He's just flat-out nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do like the "old days" and give a recap on each kid.  Haven't done that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam.  Oh, Adam.  He's come soooooo far!  Remember when he couldn't count to 14?  *shudder*  He can now.  Numbers and math are still soooooo hard for him, but he has come a long way.  The move this summer to a house so near a store (we have a convenience store down the street and around the corner, and a grocery store across the street from that...)  has been a blessing in helping him understand money.  We lived so far from civilization in our last house that he didn't have the chance to get to the stores very often and fully grasp the "money concept."  This summer we have let him take a few bucks to the store to get XYZ, and let him pick up stuff for himself too.  He's still fuzzy on things, but I just took him back to Kwik Trip the other night and explained what he could get for a buck, and talked him through tax, etc. (all WITHOUT the girls, which I think was what the missing ingredient to all our previous trips).  We literally walked through the whole place and talked about what a buck could buy, etc.  Numbers/money has been that tough for him.  What seems "no duh" to everyone else, is really, really NOT for our Adam.  I'm confident, though, that by sending him to the store often enough will let it sink in, slowly but surely...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of...  He must have come a long way, because there is NO WAY he could have been trusted for such errands when he first came home.  Mr. Sticky Fingers would have found the temptation too great to put things in his pockets.  Or walk home with strangers.  Or follow a butterfly and get lost on the way home...Or...  You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still let him read books "late" every night (late as in after the girls go to bed), and he has relished the privilege and he goes through piles of books that way.  While I had great intentions of doing school (math and reading) through the summer, I wised up and ditched that idea altogether once I unpacked our first box, and let the kids just read what they wanted to, and just enjoy their new house/yard/etc.  Thankfully Adam has caught the reading bug and he hasn't missed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy does, however, like to get away with stuff if he at all can...  (He's pretty normal, in other words!)  The kids have nightly "bathroom chores" and he loves to not do his and then hope I won't catch him.  We had to institute a new rule recently because of this.  If they don't do their bathroom job, and I catch them, then they have to do EVERYONE's bathroom jobs for a whole week.  Ouch.  We'll see if that curbs the slacking or not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam loves to help though.  We just finished a week of VBS, and he was a chief helper - he helped me in my classes, and in craft time, and helped in the kitchen - wherever.  He loves people, and loves to roll up his sleeves and help others.  I think that's my favorite thing about him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liana next!  I just shared a bunch about how she's doing on her birthday.  She is such a little American girl lately!  Tonight a friend of mine asked me if she could give Liana some of her earrings, and Liana asked "Are they from the eighties?"  LOL!  She had gone through my jewelry box and saw a bunch of clunky, nasty, gaudy three-inch earrings that are the epitome of ugly, and I'd never be caught dead in them now, but I had explained to Liana that that's what we wore "in the eighties."  Thought that was pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still my right-hand helper both with Abrielle, and with the kitchen.  She has a bread recipe that she throws together for the family a few times a week (makes the dough in the bread machine), and we all love it.  I even made a little baking corner/cupboard for her where she can keep her flour, sugar, oil, and bread machine, etc.  She loves the attention and praise, and we love the bread!  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her recipe (I happen to know it off the top of my head, so here ya go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Bread&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. lukewarm water&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. oil&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;4 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. yeast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make into eight rolls, let rise a bit (don't over-rise!), and bake at 400 for 25 minutes, or into two loaves of bread (not in pan - this is french bread, put them on a cookie sheet).  Cut three slits in each loaf, let rise (these rise quickly - only about 20 minutes should be sufficient), and bake 400 for 25 minutes.  We've used the rolls as hamburger buns (YUM), and hard rolls, and we've especially enjoyed the loaves of bread hot out of the oven with butter, or cold with cheese for a snack.  The dough also makes a wonderful pizza crust, we've discovered! Num, num, num.  We've also used the baked french bread loaves cut horizontally to make pizza that way.  That was waaaay delish too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Liana is growing up, and I hate it, and love it at the same time.  She's just a sweetheart.  Love her to pieces.  She's got a heart the size of the Pacific and loves everyone.  I especially love that she loves people that other kids might not like because they might think they were "different" or whatever.  She goes out of her way to love people and has commented to me that she just thinks to herself, "That's the way God made them" and goes ahead and looks for a way to connect to them.  She also loves to make newcomers welcome.  She's the epitome of hospitable.  Wish I were more like her.  I've said that before and I totally mean that with all my heart.  She teaches me so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksa Lu.  My Lu-la.  Poor girl has gotten lost in the shuffle a bit, I think, since Abrielle has shown up on the scene.  Been trying to remedy that a bit, but she flies so low under the radar (I've said that lots of times before), that it makes it harder.  She is easy to please, and while they all need their daily hugs, I think she needs them most in many ways.  Well, Adam might too...  I'll have to think about that...  Leks just needs to be assured that she is loved.  Loves that extra tickle, or hair tousle, or wink, or whatever.  She just needs it.  It has been easy for us to group her with the older kids, and forget that she's still "only" eight or "only" seven, or whatever.  She's definitely getting older though *sniff, sniff*  I miss the days when she pretended everything was food and that she was cooking it and did we want to try it...  *waaaaah*  I want my little la-la back!!!  She's definitely stuck in "not little and not big" land.  Hard place to be sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a good helper with Abrielle too, and will entertain the baby nicely for short periods of time...  Now that baby is crawling, it is easy to lose track of her...  ;o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a great reader, does great in school, and her strong reading has helped her really excell.  And her love of geography has made for some fun stories and pretending...  "This dolly is from Zambia"...  It's been a while since I've heard a magic carpet story; I'll have to ask her if she's been traveling lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year has snuck up on me entirely too fast, but ready or not, here we come!  Still doing a lit-based curriculum for history/geography/reading/bible/read-alouds, but have switched to a more workbook approach for science, language, and the rest.  Seems to work the best for us.  This year we've also joined a newly-formed homeschool group here in our new town.  Very excited about the possibilities there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the kids in a nutshell...  Abrielle is a teeny thing, just 16 1/2 lbs or so.  Feather-weight for a nine-month-old!  But, she's jabbering (says "mama" and "papa" now!) and is getting into everything, crawling all over the place, and loves to practice walking.  She wants to walk *really* bad.  It won't be long!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years.  My how the family has changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add:  I can tell I was exhausted last night when I typed this up.  I waxed eloquent with the first two, then got too tired to say much about the last two...  I really do love 'em all, folks; I just need my beauty sleep is all!  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1457324850033563647?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1457324850033563647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1457324850033563647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1457324850033563647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1457324850033563647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-years-home.html' title='Four Years Home!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4494297684989580744</id><published>2008-08-13T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:30:07.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, Sis!</title><content type='html'>Just got the most wonderful news!  My sister and her hubby are going to do foster care!  (And let me just say, she is the most AWESOME mama!!!)  Can't wait to see how the next few months play out for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Sis!  You're making the world a better place to live in...  Buckle your seatbelt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4494297684989580744?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4494297684989580744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4494297684989580744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4494297684989580744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4494297684989580744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/congrats-sis.html' title='Congrats, Sis!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7033959346609498518</id><published>2008-08-11T09:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:19:52.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Busyness</title><content type='html'>We had such a fun weekend!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had a little party for both girls (Sunday was Aleksa's birthday).  Auntie Sharon and Uncle Lyle drove three hours to come see us.  They hadn't seen our new house yet, but of course the main attraction was the kiddos.  (It was rather gratifying to be able to show off my hard work of getting the house unpacked, and getting some painting done this summer).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did a pinata in the back yard and we ate our cake and unwrapped presents back there too.  Auntie Sharon came through for all FOUR of the kids!  Bike lights for Adam (he's been asking me to get him some), hair duds and a toy for Abrielle, a watch for Aleksa (she kissed it she was so excited!), and new earrings for Liana.  Very happy kids...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I got the girls some "horse stuff" - stuffed animals, wallpaper border (I'm going to paint their rooms after VBS and canning season).  Also got them matching comforters for their beds.  Pink, of course.  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of VBS, it started last night.  John and I are really involved in it this year.  Things seemed to go well last night.  Of course, after I was done teaching my two classes, I got to go play in the nursery with the littles while John and Everyone Else got to go corral crazy kiddos, so I was a happy girl. :o)  Just kidding, the kids were all wonderful, but I do love playin' with those babies!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leks turned eight yesterday...  *sniff, sniff*  She woke up SOOO happy!  She said, "Mama, I'm eight!  I get to get rid of my booster seat!"  She's thrilled to not be a "little" girl anymore.  I even had to go out to the van and look at what she looked like without the extra seat...  lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun week, but crazy busy with all the doings.  Trying to enjoy each day, but I admit, I'll be relieved when things calm down a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7033959346609498518?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7033959346609498518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7033959346609498518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7033959346609498518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7033959346609498518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-busyness.html' title='Birthday Busyness'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5848498954335903053</id><published>2008-08-07T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:41:01.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Liana!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJr4S_iHpSI/AAAAAAAAATY/5vaPBThbSms/s1600-h/Lianas_Tenth_Birthday_Earrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJr4S_iHpSI/AAAAAAAAATY/5vaPBThbSms/s320/Lianas_Tenth_Birthday_Earrings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231766922320127266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Liliana is 10 now.  *sniff, sniff*  How can that be!!??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her sister are celebrating their birthdays together on Saturday, so it was rather a low-key day...  EXCEPT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I took her in to get her ears pierced!  She's been DYING to get her ears pierced ever since the first day I've known her...  and I've always told her that she needed to learn to take better care of herself (remember to brush her hair without being told, etc.) Well, I do believe my girl has arrived.  She makes her bed, keeps her room picked up, takes care of herself...  It was time.  And I am so glad we waited so long, because let me just say, it made it all that more delicious for her to finally have it done.  She was on Cloud 900 all day yesterday.  Kept checking her ears in the mirror to make sure those ears were still pierced and she didn't imagine it, etc.  It was so fun to be a mom yesterday!!!  I got all teary watching her hop up on the "piercing chair" - she went from being a "little girl" to a young lady, just like that.  I'm so proud of her!  She really is a sweetheart.  Times like this remind me of the meaning of her name, "My God has answered me" and then of course her middle name is "Valentina."  So, "My God has answered me with a Valentine."  He really has.  She's a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the gang accompanied us, and Aleksa has decided that she *never* wants her ears pierced.  Ever.  She didn't like the look of that piercing gun One Bit.  Or the sound of the shot.  Or any of it.  No thank you.  lol!  (I'm relieved because there is no way she's ready for it anyway, and her birthday is Sunday.  Didn't want her expecting a surprise trip to get hers done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam didn't like Liana getting her ears pierced one bit either...  He had to walk around and not watch.  He hates when his sisters get hurt.  Like *REALLY* hates that.  But once it was over and he saw an absolutely GLOWING little sister with sparkly earlobes, he was really happy for her and told her how pretty she looked.  It was so sweet.  I was proud of him for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrielle slept through the whole thing...  She's been taking crash and burn naps - she's Quite Busy when she's awake.  She is determined to teach herself to walk.  She does crawl, but she uses her crawling skills to take her to the nearest thing to pull herself up on to stand.  Yesterday I was loading the dishwasher, and looked down to see her standing next to me taking dishes OUT of the dishwasher.  And when I was done filling the dishwasher, I noticed that I needed to take out some pop beads from the dishwasher that she had deposited. There's a first for everything I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJr7OPzgPLI/AAAAAAAAATg/ey17zFHeoAQ/s1600-h/New_Trick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJr7OPzgPLI/AAAAAAAAATg/ey17zFHeoAQ/s320/New_Trick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231770139323546802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ain't she a sweetie?!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5848498954335903053?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5848498954335903053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5848498954335903053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5848498954335903053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5848498954335903053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-liana.html' title='Happy Birthday Liana!!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJr4S_iHpSI/AAAAAAAAATY/5vaPBThbSms/s72-c/Lianas_Tenth_Birthday_Earrings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6693859348805639413</id><published>2008-08-01T09:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:21:28.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She crawls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJPEnJjigGI/AAAAAAAAATI/GpLBdyY_oTo/s1600-h/pigtails1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJPEnJjigGI/AAAAAAAAATI/GpLBdyY_oTo/s320/pigtails1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229739769166200930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJPEd30p-fI/AAAAAAAAATA/HZaX7ZyotJU/s1600-h/pigtails2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJPEd30p-fI/AAAAAAAAATA/HZaX7ZyotJU/s320/pigtails2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229739609787333106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Abby is now a crawler!  She scrambled from one side of the kitchen to the other last night trying to get at my cup of water (which she LOVES).  She also wore pigtails for the first time yesterday, and I must say, she is the most adorable little 8 month old...  *sigh*...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post pictures.  But since we moved, I can't find the cord to my camera to download into my computer!  Argh.  I'll look again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6693859348805639413?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6693859348805639413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6693859348805639413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6693859348805639413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6693859348805639413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-crawls.html' title='She crawls!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJPEnJjigGI/AAAAAAAAATI/GpLBdyY_oTo/s72-c/pigtails1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2777681277034608743</id><published>2008-07-29T08:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:22:36.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJPE539huOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vJMo8WWBn9M/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJPE539huOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vJMo8WWBn9M/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229740090860878050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mom on my birthday...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with shrieks from the kids to "go back to bed!" - So.   I did.   :o)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I *HAD* to get up and get Abby changed and bathed, etc., I poked my nose out, asked for permission to leave my room, and was escorted to the nursery and then bathroom.   I was NOT to peek in the kitchen or livingroom.   Okie dokie.   After that, they walked me back to my room, where my bed had been made for me, pillows fluffed, etc.   I got breakfast in bed, a la Adam.   Eggs.   (*note to self:   Adam needs more egg-makin' lessons...   these were rather blackened)   Liana made the coffee.   While I ate, the kids put on a puppet show for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to open presents from the kids...   three homemade crowns (had to alternate wearing them.), and lots 'o crayon drawings, folded up and sealed with at LEAST three rolls of packing tape.   lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after breakfast, I was escorted down the hall to the kitchen, where my kids wowed me with their cleaning capabilities.   My kitchen, which was trashed last night, was spotless.   Floors done, dishwasher running, counters washed.   Liana and Aleksa the whirlwinds struck while Adam cooked up breakfast...   (it sure pays off in the longrun to teach your kids how to clean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN, in the middle of all the festivities, my brother called to wish me a happy birthday and to tell me that he is BUYING MY PARENTS' HOUSE!!!!  Talk about a happy Shelly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last night, when John got home, he surprised me with a firepit!   A perty one!   And!   He bought me a DQ ice cream cake!   (I mentioned that I didn't feel like making a cake when I had leftover cupcakes my sister brought me Saturday).   And!   He bought me candles for the cake!   And!   He bought me a wireless router for Dad's computer (which he had left to me) so I can get it all hooked up to the internet.   And!   No blenders or vacuum cleaners or whatevers!   Talk about comin' through!   :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been planning on going to the park for a picnic, but since I had a firepit and an ice cream cake, I wanted to stay home.   We had SUCH a fun night of gathering sticks and burning sticks, and eating bagel sandwiches, and feeding the baby ice cream cake, and having everyone getting sticky from cake and sweat and smellin' like smoke, and needing showers/baths because of it, and taking turns on the rope swing, and watching Abby in her swing, and sitting on our park bench, and enjoying the beautiful weather, and, and, and, and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice day.   Loved every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS..  Abrielle cut her first tooth on Saturday!  No fussin' or anything!  Shocked us to death!  My only hint (seeing in retrospect) was that she had had extra-poopy pants for a couple days...  Very good baby.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2777681277034608743?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2777681277034608743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2777681277034608743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2777681277034608743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2777681277034608743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SJPE539huOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vJMo8WWBn9M/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1588341850625977198</id><published>2008-07-21T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:04:20.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings on</title><content type='html'>John went shopping for my birthday present tonight!  I wonder what he got me!!!  I'm thinking he went today because a few days ago I announced that it was "Only 9 more shopping days 'til my birthday!"  and I have been counting them down (sometimes rather obnoxiously) ever since.  He prolly wants to put a stop to that by just shopping now instead of later.  Hmph.  I can always use stocking stuffers, can't I?  Oh yeah, it's not Christmas time.  Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I only have a mole hill of laundry instead of Mt. Everest as of tonight.  Feels good, though I still have a ton of ironing to do.  Hate that.  Since we've moved, our laundry is now in the basement...  haven't ever had to deal with "basement laundry" since living with my parents.  I have been spoiled all these years and didn't know it.  It was much, much easier doing laundry when it was on the main (only!) floor.  Takes me forever now, and I've had to shake off my fear of wrinkles and deal with letting the dryer stop (for a long time) before I can get to the clothes.  Doing lots of ironing now.  Not my favorite task in the world, as John can attest to since he's been scrounging for shirts with the fewest wrinkles to wear to work as he waits for me to get around to ironing the rest.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having a *much* bigger house has it's pluses and minuses...  Harder to keep clean (uff da is there a lot of vacumming and dusting now!)  I constantly feel behind, but I need to remember that I have FOUR kids, and will be behind for the next I-don't-know how many years.  I will feel better though, when I can wake up and know that there is a good routine already in place and I don't have to fret about it.  I'm a frettin' type of a soul sometimes.  But oh, am I loving that I can send the kids to a different living level to get out their squirmies.  Or outside to a fenced yard.  Such an enormous relief to not worry about where they are or what they're doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John put a seat on the rope swing tonight.  We've been hearing complaints of the knot in the rope hurting people's fannies.  John kept tellin' 'em that the knot was for their feet, but they weren't havin' it.  So, since we care so much about the fannies around here, they can now sit in comfort as they swing through the trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some really busy weekends lately.  Family gatherings, and also getting back to Dad's house and doing some cleaning up and cleaning out.  Hard stuff.  I had a melt-down last weekend going through Dad's house and worrying that things were just going to be stuck in a dumpster.  And also thinking that "my home" was being dismantled never to be reassembled.  Kind of like saying good bye not only to my dad, but also to my mom (again), and then to a whole childhood of memories.  It was the only house I ever knew.  Talk about compounding my loss.  Uff da. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my parents' house, I commissioned my nephew, who is a studio artist to sketch and paint it for me.  It is FABULOUS.  Who better to do the job than someone growing up seeing it also... He "crazy quilted" the different eras of the house into one sketch.  The old bushes were brought back.  The handicap ramp was ditched to reveal the steps and the rail that used to be there.  The new shed was left, and Mom's rock garden was brought back.  The impression of long grass was kept as well.  (Dad hated to mow, and the neighbors just loved him, I'm sure!)  The original color of the house was kept, and while there were no squirrels in the yard as I grew up, there have been plenty in the past ten years or so, which Dad fattened up rather well on corn cobs.  There's a rather portly squirrel in the pic.  I can't wait to get this on my wall...  It will be one of my most prized possessions for years to come.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all having a good summer...  It's been the best worst summer of my life.  Best because of the new house, and worst because of the loss of my dad, which is rehashing the loss of my mom, and the loss of my life-long "home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1588341850625977198?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1588341850625977198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1588341850625977198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1588341850625977198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1588341850625977198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/goings-on.html' title='Goings on'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7861663984333731355</id><published>2008-07-09T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:35:40.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Miracles</title><content type='html'>Had the sweetest thing said to me this weekend...  After meeting my Abrielle for the first time, she thoughtfully said, "Oh, so you're a mom to FOUR miracles now!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7861663984333731355?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7861663984333731355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7861663984333731355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7861663984333731355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7861663984333731355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-miracles.html' title='Four Miracles'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5302301410367944172</id><published>2008-07-08T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:07:07.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rope Swing!</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a dream-come-true kind of a day for John.  (Feels funny to call him John - I always call him "Fisher.")  (I don't know why.  Just do.)  (Maybe because my brother's name is John?)  *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the dreamin' and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisher put up a rope swing for the kids tonight!  I'm glad I was inside when he did, because when I took a looksie outside to see it, I about fell over seeing how high he had to have climbed to get that thing up there!  It's a humdinger, lemmetellyawhat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been dreaming about a rope swing for his kids ever since we were married.  It is so fun to have our dreams realized so fully and in so many directions...  Great kids - and a bunch of 'em!  Great house (have I mentioned the closets?)  Great yard -and now we even have a rope swing.  What more could we ever want?  *bliss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5302301410367944172?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5302301410367944172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5302301410367944172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5302301410367944172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5302301410367944172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/rope-swing.html' title='Rope Swing!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7044870565359336855</id><published>2008-07-06T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:43:18.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth</title><content type='html'>We took a trip up north this weekend.  We were going to hit two "parties" but got too late of a start Friday morning so it wound up only being one...  (So sorry, Uncle Wally, we really did want to come this year!)   Always so nice to "get away" by going up north.   Those north woods and Grandma's kitchen are always a balm to the soul.   Or somethin.   ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Grandma's kitchen, I got to play Tom Sawyer!   I noticed that Grandma's wallpaper in the kitchen was still not hung (it has been half-torn-down since Christmas), and so I asked Grandma if someone was going to put it up.   She didn't know who or when or if it would ever get put up, so I said, "Hey, Cara,   (John's sister) you wanna put up Grandma's wallpaper?"   And she said, "Sure!"   And then I stood back while she and a bunch of cousins finished ripping down the rest of the wallpaper, and then I said, "I wonder how we'll get the wallpaper up around those hinges on the cupboards," and suddenly the guys were taking down cupboard doors and John's mom was scrubbing them down.   And then the next day when we started I said, "Ya know, I'm really short.   You should get those high places, Cara."   And so, she got those.   And then the baby kept getting hungry.   And fussy.   And tired. And so I had to get called away several times.   Or, I got to sit back and say, "Wow, am I getting tired, John, you should go get us a Caribou Coffee," and he did.  And then I got a big "attagirl" for the wallpaper getting put up yesterday.   Aren't I nice?   :o)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get away though, and sort of leave the trauma of the last few weeks behind.   Unfortunately, we're back to Kansas though, and we get to start up "normal" again tomorrow.   Or try to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7044870565359336855?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7044870565359336855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7044870565359336855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7044870565359336855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7044870565359336855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth.html' title='Happy Fourth'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-328695264550145182</id><published>2008-07-02T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:46:55.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in</title><content type='html'>Long day...  Long week!  ;o)  Been trying to figure out where things are yet (we're still unpacking over here from our move!), and trying to settle in.  Hard to do, but everyone will be a lot more relaxed and "happier" when their stuff is out and put away right.  While it was a hard move, I'm so thankful we moved in the middle of the month instead of the end.  Can't even imagine how Nutso I'd be right now if we'd have done that...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful the kids are at a good stage too.  They're such sweet kiddos.  Really, they are.  If all this had happened two years ago, I'd be pulling my hair out!  lol!  Several times since this weekend, Adam has put his arm around me and said he was sorry that my dad died.  As much loss as he has endured in his own life, it amazes me that he goes so out of his way to comfort others when they are sad themselves.  Great kid, that Adam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much to say.  Just wanted to check in.  Thank you again, everyone for the kind words and thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-328695264550145182?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/328695264550145182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=328695264550145182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/328695264550145182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/328695264550145182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/settling-in.html' title='Settling in'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-3599432953398355225</id><published>2008-06-30T22:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:58:09.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad update</title><content type='html'>Back.  I've been back in my hometown since Wednesday...  Stayed the night with Dad at the hospital, and kept telling him to hold on 'til midnight when it would be his birthday.  (He'd been wanting to hit 80 for the last ten years!)  I started at six o'clock saying "Ok, Dad, you've got six more hours.  Six!  You hear that?  You hold on!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad did hang on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hung on through the night, and the next morning, they released him to go home.  The whole family came home to have a big birthday bash for him.  I mean Big.  There are seven of us kids you know.  ;o)  And grandchildren comin' out your ears.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang "Happy Birthday" to him, gave him balloons, etc.  And we were able to talk to him.  While he couldn't speak back to us, we do know he was listening and understanding everything.  For example, I was sitting next to his bed and said, "Don't worry Dad, I'll take care of that John for ya."  (John my brother, who has been Dad's right-hand-man for the past several years).  Dad grunted.  :o)  And seeing that he was "in there," I added, "Do ya think there'll be coyotes in heaven Dad?"  (He's been hoping to get a shot at one for several years now.)  He grunted again.  :o)  After that, I had the chance to really say goodbye to him, tell him I loved him, thank him for being such a great dad to me, etc.  What a blessing.  I never got that with Mom.  I think we all got that opportunity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad made it until shortly after midnight.  God let him enjoy every second of his 80th birthday.  :o)  As he took his final breaths, he kept saying, "I'm free... I'm free..  I'm free... I'm free..."  And then he died.  What a comfort to us all to know he knew the Lord Jesus as his Savior, and trusted him alone for his salvation...  There is no doubt where he is right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the family gathered to start cleaning out Dad's house.  Which was also Mom's house, so it was a double-grief of sorts, as we had to say good-bye to her all over again too.  That was by far the worst day ever.  Seven kids have seven personalities, and well, uh.  Yeah.  ;o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Monday) was the funeral.  He had military honors, (Dad had been in the Navy as a young man), and the flowers matched the flag.  It was gorgeous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, John and I drove back into the cemetery for a last goodbye, and I saw that one of my siblings had beat me there...  They had written "I love you, Dad" in the dirt on his grave...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, everyone, for the condolences...  it means a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-3599432953398355225?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3599432953398355225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=3599432953398355225' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3599432953398355225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3599432953398355225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dad-update.html' title='Dad update'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-9133411365297091177</id><published>2008-06-24T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:33:38.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>Keeping this short...  My dad is dying.  He has asked to be able to go home for his last days.  His liver has shut down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday he will be able to get back home.  It is also his 80th birthday.  We're all praying he holds on 'til then.  He has wanted to hit 80 for the past ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate prayers for my family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-9133411365297091177?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9133411365297091177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=9133411365297091177' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/9133411365297091177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/9133411365297091177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-876282383792782865</id><published>2008-06-19T08:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:52:16.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Beautiful day out there.  I hope I get to enjoy some of it.  I have boxes you know.  Actually, I need to get over to our "old place" and do some cleaning.  I thought (I really did) think I had cleaned as I went, but seeing it after they got our stuff out was a wake-up call.  The place looks like a tornado hit.  Not sure how that could have been, but alas, 'tis true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleksa woke up crying - sore throat, head ache.  Groan.  A part of me has wondered what on earth we've gotten ourselves into these last few weeks...  I am literally spinning there is so much that needs my attention.  I really wish John had a week of vacation right now.  Between the boxes, the cleaning, the sick kids, the fussy infant, the cooking, the laundry, the weeding-of-the-gardens...  well...  uh, I'm a bit overwhelmed right now, and wondering how on earth people do this! Think I'll shut myself up in my pantry and scarf down a few of my anzac cookies...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not.  But it would sure be fun!  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-876282383792782865?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/876282383792782865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=876282383792782865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/876282383792782865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/876282383792782865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8654155385480490243</id><published>2008-06-18T12:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:06:20.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved In</title><content type='html'>How 'bout that.  We moved in.  Well, our address changed.  Still have 900,976 boxes to unpack and put away.  Wanna know what my friend Connie gave me as a housewarming present?  A tin of my favorite cookies (Australian "anzac" cookies), and a little plastic GOAT!!!  What a riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress of the move has been hard on all of us.  Liana came down with a flu or something yesterday - fever, chills, headache all day.  Abrielle has been fussy and clingy and I have no idea how I've accomplished anything at all, especially with my Chief Babysitter down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam suddenly decided to pull some of his "let's test mama" tricks lately and has been driving me crazy...  Like yesterday I asked him to put a framed picture on a pile of several other pictures on my china hutch. He decided he didn't want to be told what to do, and then decided to drive me nuts over it.  So, he said he didn't know what a china hutch was.  When I told him to figure it out, it made him mad, and then he literally went around the house "looking" for a china hutch.  He stopped in the bathroom (!), to the garage, etc.  Let me just say, he knows EXACTLY what a china hutch is.  This is just his weapon of choice with me.  He knows this kind of thing drives me Batty.  So.  Finally, after he'd PASSED the china hutch THREE times, (and never looked up at, mind you - he was too busy looking at the couch and rocking chair), I told him to turn around (to face the hutch) and tell me what he saw.  It took him several minutes for him to decide to tell me what it was and that this was what he was supposed to find.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must digress a bit and camp there.  I have really had it good as far as "adoption issues" with my crew.  They only seldom pop up anymore, and are extremely mild "incidents" (as with Adam and the hutch).  I have truthfully been in a bit of a "survivor's guilt" as far as my children are concerned.  I feel horrible for other families (some of whom I helped convince to adopt via this blog!), who have had serious issues with their adopted kiddos.  I have further had survivor's guilt over THEN having Abrielle.  On top of having Abrielle, I am scared to death for my three "originals" that my blog-readers will suddenly love the baby more than the rest of my crew and those who know me in real life might start treating them "differently."  I love my baby with all my heart.  But I love my Three also, and my mama bear tendencies really grieve for my older three.  All of the above has made me hesitant to blog much anymore.  Survivor's guilt, and trying to protect my kiddos.  All of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, end of soapbox/confession/digression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri has a new trick that has come in handy for her during her fussy-fits...  She has been saying "Mama!"  Well, actually, she's been saying, "mamamamamama" and then fussin' til I come get her.  Fun to hear her babble, but oh, she's become high maintenance all of a sudden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went back into the hospital Saturday night.  He has been there since, but has been getting better little by little and we are hopeful that he'll be out and ready for his big Birthday Bash on the 28th.  I was hoping to head down this week, but now with Liana sick, I better make sure we're bug-free first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8654155385480490243?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8654155385480490243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8654155385480490243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8654155385480490243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8654155385480490243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved-in.html' title='Moved In'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4631826113395765627</id><published>2008-06-13T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:27:44.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleventh Hour</title><content type='html'>Talk about the "Eleventh Hour..."  We're moving tomorrow, right?  Well, we were going to close on the house on Tuesday.  Then the bank says, "how 'bout tomorrow instead?"  And then, "How 'bout Thursday?"  Then this morning we finally heard that our docs were done and that we could close today.  Horray!  This was at 9:30 am, so we thought, "Surely by 1'ish we'll be closing and then we can go bring some stuff to the house, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got the final call at SEVEN THIRTY PM.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long we were praying that we could please, pretty please still move tomorrow...  Afterall, I was packing the silverware.  And our clothes.  And dishes.  And...  everything!  I had visions of living in a hotel room until we changed banks and redid everything because of "our" bank's incompetancy.  And it is a nationally-known bank.  We thought we'd be ok.  Been on the verge of throwing up for the last few days, and definitely haven't been very fun to be around, let me just say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully that part is over though, and we can actually move in tomorrow.  So excited to be setting down some roots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4631826113395765627?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4631826113395765627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4631826113395765627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4631826113395765627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4631826113395765627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/eleventh-hour.html' title='Eleventh Hour'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2645338642730472969</id><published>2008-06-11T08:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:30:11.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Springtime</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the most stressful spring we've had in years!  We're aiming to move on Saturday, and we were supposed to close on the house on Tuesday, and uh, whoops, our underwriter isn't done with our file, and so we aren't closing probably until Thursday.  That's ok, because my house isn't all packed up yet.  I'm expecting the Moving Fairy to come and wave her magic wand over my house Friday night I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had this spleen reduction procedure done last week.  Another big stressor.  The first few days were ok - he was really doing well.  The next day he was not doing well at all.  He is really weak.  The procedure was a success, but my dad has been zapped of strength.  And he's being released today.  He can't hold a fork to his mouth and it takes two people to get him to the bathroom.  He has to go into a nursing home for a few weeks to gain his strength.  He'll head on over there today.  I'm hoping this gives the docs a heads up that there is no way Dad will have the strength to recover from a heart surgery...  I hope they just leave him alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I sit glued to my phone hoping to hear from the banker dude to see if we can close today or not.  Trying to pretend I'm packing up my house in between phone checks.  Meanwhile my dad has taken over my thoughts, and my four kids still get hungry and need clean clothes.  And attention.  I'm trying to ignore the sticky kitchen floor.  Hoping the Moving Fairy takes care of that for me as well.  She can come earlier than Friday for that though, because sticky floors bother me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to getting in to my house.  Did a final walk-through on Monday night.  It had been a while since I'd seen it and bathroom walls changed color, and the tile in the tub disappeared, the kitchen got bigger and the wallpaper in it changed colors, the family room shrunk, as did the girls' rooms, which also changed color and Adam's room grew.  I guess I remembered wrong.  The yard got shadier (worried about my garden getting enough sun!) now that the trees have leafed out, and the perennial gardens got lots weedier.  I'll be busy, busy!  Met a few neighbors while we were there.  They seemed really nice.  There seem to be a lot of kids on this block, so I'm praying our kids will have some nice neighbor friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all folks...  I'm sorry I've disappeared.  Very, very stressed out over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2645338642730472969?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2645338642730472969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2645338642730472969' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2645338642730472969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2645338642730472969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/stressful-springtime.html' title='Stressful Springtime'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5302789120142969311</id><published>2008-05-30T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:13:39.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another recipe:  Instant Oatmeal</title><content type='html'>Forgot to post this one with the others...  Aleksa likes to help make this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4 cups quick cooking oats&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp cinnamon (we like more)&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup instant powdered milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped dried apples (or other fruit)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Toast quick cooking oats in a 300 degree oven for 20 minutes.  When cool add remaining ingredients.  Store in airtight container.  Pour boiling water over mix in a bowl and stir.  Wait 1 minute before eating.  You can also put mix in a bowl with cold water and microwave to heat and eat.  This is a great kid helping project.  Combinations vary but here are some ideas:  cherries and almonds; bananas, pineapple, coconut, and cashews; apples, peaches, pears; raisins, craisins, and cashews&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5302789120142969311?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5302789120142969311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5302789120142969311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5302789120142969311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5302789120142969311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-recipe-instant-oatmeal.html' title='Another recipe:  Instant Oatmeal'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6079690895839504803</id><published>2008-05-27T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:58:39.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing and Recipes</title><content type='html'>In the thick of packing for our big move in just a few weeks.  Today I took down (correction:  Adam took down) all the pictures and we dusted and packed them up.  The house looks so, so nekked.  And heart-less.  And blah.  It's going to be a long two weeks looking at these bare walls.  Over the weekend we got a lot of packing done also, as some friends are letting us borrow their 12' trailer to start packing up.  That has helped so much since we don't have a basement to store our "already packed" boxes in.  It has left open spaces to vacuum, dust, etc.  Speaking of vacuuming, ours died today.  That's ok, I've needed a new one for the past two years, so it's high time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged much lately and I'm sorry about that.  Been rather busy with the move, finishing up school, etc., and then there are always the usual dishes and laundry to accomplish, let alone supper...  I've been so thankful for my Jr. Chefs...  Adam cooked us up some breakfast again today, and Liana made some AWESOME bread yesterday.  French bread.  Two loaves.  Num. http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/French-Bread-Rolls-to-Die-For/Detail.aspx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more of the recipes I've been raving about.  Got these from a lady at our old church "back home."  Debbie, you are the cookin' queen!  :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb K's Muffin Mix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;6 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;6 tsp. Baking powder (adjust down if using Rumford brand)&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. Salt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mix DRY ingredients thoroughly and store in freezer if using whole wheat flour.  This recipe will make approximately 4 dozen muffins.  Bake at 350 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes.  Portion out liquids and dry ingredients for smaller batches of batter.  &lt;br /&gt;These muffins freeze very well.  You can make big portions one day and have left overs for another morning.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Variations:  Make a batch with liquids included then portion out batter to make a variety of flavors the same day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been dividing the dry ingredients into fourths, (the recipe divides by four pretty nicely), storing them into ziploc bags.  Then we have just the amount (12) for what we need in the morning for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Blueberries with while sugar sprinkled on top of batter; mashed bananas with walnuts; mashed bananas with mini chocolate chips; use orange juice as part of the milk or some grated orange rind or orange flavoring and craisins or fresh halved cranberries;  almond flavoring and poppyseeds topping the batter with slivered almonds, lemon flavoring and poppyseeds; add some cocoa powder to batter (may have to add a little more milk) and almond flavoring with almonds on top; add raisins and top batter with a mixture of 2 Tblsps. Sugar, 2 tsp flour, 1 tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp melted butter, use fresh berries, nuts, coconut, seeds, whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb K's Pancake Mix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(8 lb. Volume)&lt;br /&gt;4 cups oats (I like the old fashioned)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups raw wheat germ&lt;br /&gt;14 cups whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup baking powder (reduce if using Rumford)&lt;br /&gt;3 TBSP. Salt&lt;br /&gt;1 TBSP cream of tartar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 cups dry milk (optional)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mix thoroughly and store in freezer.  To make pancakes use I cup milk, 1 egg, 1/4 cup oil, and 1 1/2 cup mix.  Add more milk or more mix to thin or thicken to your liking.  I add things like 1 tsp. Of cinnamon per batch, or 1 tsp. Vanilla.  In the fall I like to add 1/2 tsp of cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger. &lt;br /&gt;For waffles:  separate eggs and add yoke to batter, beat whites until stiff and fold into batter gently.  Fry on waffle iron.&lt;br /&gt;Variations:  While frying pancakes top with blueberries before turning.  Use other berries in season.  Add mashed bananas to batter with walnuts.  For a child's birthday breakfast sprinkle with mini chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;Toppings:  Applesauce, vanilla yogurt with pie fillings like blue berry, peach, cherry, apple, etc.  (I make my own topping with those frozen fruits (and strawberries) cooked with a little water, sugar and either cornstarch or flour to thinken.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mix fits into one ice cream bucket - 5 quart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6079690895839504803?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6079690895839504803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6079690895839504803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6079690895839504803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6079690895839504803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/packing-and-recipes.html' title='Packing and Recipes'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8763339423039042073</id><published>2008-05-23T08:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:30:09.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overlapping</title><content type='html'>Lots going on over here... Trying to finish up the school year, pack up our house to move, and then we were hit with a nasty virus. Abrielle still isn't herself. We think she might be teething on top of everything else she's been fighting. Been thinking a lot about how things in my life have been overlapping. I think a lot of homeschool moms have wisely become overlappers by necessity and convenience, but it's just finally really dawning on me how that fleshes out. For example, that "Patrick Henry" speech the kids have had to memorize not only helped their understanding of history, but also gave them some great experience with acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d7f6440f9a654281" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7f6440f9a654281%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331901219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C246E12FB53ED920C9C0EAAF9DE268E1B1EA710.493A51745B4ABAB31CC6BCCF5F883C7ED44ABCA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7f6440f9a654281%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzzKyfefICb78kHNesfA0OMQpfbU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7f6440f9a654281%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331901219%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C246E12FB53ED920C9C0EAAF9DE268E1B1EA710.493A51745B4ABAB31CC6BCCF5F883C7ED44ABCA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7f6440f9a654281%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzzKyfefICb78kHNesfA0OMQpfbU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we worked a long time on vocabulary words from it, etc. Our readers for the kids' English class this year have all had to do with what we're learning in history.  The kids have also been sending my dad weekly letters for the last few years which has overlapped their penmanship with learning to think of others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way we've been "overlapping" is with cookin'. Adam (and somewhat with the others too) has become our Morning Chef. We all put together a pancake mix to store in an ice cream pail, and we also have muffin mix and "instant" oatmeal that he can also quickly put together for us. Once evert two weeks or so, we've been making some homemade granola to grab on extra busy mornings.  We've been enjoying his efforts, Adam has been getting some "home ec" experience, extra math, and he's even benefitted from some occupational therapy that he doesn't realize. The act of flipping, stirring, measuring, and putting batter into tins or a griddle is really tough for him - he's not especially coordinated with that CP on his left side coupled with the fact that his body has grown so fast.  That seems to have affected his coordination as well. The "exercise" however, is painless when he doesn't know he's doing it, and he's LOVED the attention and compliments on his good cooking.  He's needed the extra emotional boost, and I've enjoyed the extra hands in the kitchen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to post some of the recipes we've been using.  They've sure been a blessing!  We've been eating healthier and getting all kinds of "overlapped" benefits from it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek, gotta run...  Abrielle is fussin' at me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8763339423039042073?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8763339423039042073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8763339423039042073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8763339423039042073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8763339423039042073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/overlapping.html' title='Overlapping'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8129269358025086499</id><published>2008-05-10T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:35:58.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrielle and Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SCZM2pzMmlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TDLeZDW8OcQ/s1600-h/JohnAbrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SCZM2pzMmlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TDLeZDW8OcQ/s320/JohnAbrielle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198927321663052370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don'tcha just love little baby feet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8129269358025086499?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8129269358025086499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8129269358025086499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8129269358025086499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8129269358025086499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/abrielle-and-papa.html' title='Abrielle and Papa'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SCZM2pzMmlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TDLeZDW8OcQ/s72-c/JohnAbrielle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-3563927781837522441</id><published>2008-05-10T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:36:27.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Dandelion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SCVQUZzMmjI/AAAAAAAAASo/4UFyKUGUmuA/s1600-h/FirstDandelionFromBrelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SCVQUZzMmjI/AAAAAAAAASo/4UFyKUGUmuA/s320/FirstDandelionFromBrelly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198649656322333234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brelly gave me my first dandelion this week...  Big sister might have helped!  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-3563927781837522441?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3563927781837522441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=3563927781837522441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3563927781837522441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3563927781837522441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-dandelion_10.html' title='First Dandelion!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SCVQUZzMmjI/AAAAAAAAASo/4UFyKUGUmuA/s72-c/FirstDandelionFromBrelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1492920355437642038</id><published>2008-04-29T07:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:26:08.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House!</title><content type='html'>Well, we have an accepted offer on a house!!!  Can't hardly believe it!  We will close June 10 and will move after that sometime (not in a hurry as I am hoping to move a room at a time.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swingset, sandbox, fenced in back yard, room for a humdinger garden (!!!), four bedrooms, finished walk-out basement, a big pantry, (woo-hoo, no more storing cans in the coat closet!), family room, game room (will be our school room), and it even has an office for John.  We're so excited! The only negatives are the commute for John and the lack of woods for the kids to romp around in.  They'll miss that.  I'll totally miss our view here also.  I've had the curtains flung open to soak in the view here while we can.  Soon there will be nothing to see but another house right across the street.  Oh well.  Ya gotta weigh those pros and cons, dontcha?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I said before, my chickens and goats are out.  That's probably for the best!  Did I mention that one of the houses we walked through had goats?!  They kept 'em in the garage of all places!  lol!  That would have been a neat hunk of land (it was three acres or so), but the house was not what we would have liked.  It had a bowed-in basement wall, not enough kitchen cupboards (though it did have a pantry), and the master bedroom was an enlarged landing on the second floor.  No doors.  Weird, but the house was also over a hundred years old.  Made John about have a panic attack seeing all the "projects" to be done there...  lol!  (But it had rhubarb and currant bushes and cherry trees....)  *swoons*  ;o)  I guess I can plant my own though, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to setting down some roots and not being afraid to put a nail in the wall.  Also looking forward to having places to put stuff.  Our realtor is going to have someone till up my garden for me as a house-warming gift.  Even offered to buy us some tomato plants!  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1492920355437642038?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1492920355437642038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1492920355437642038' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1492920355437642038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1492920355437642038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/house.html' title='House!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-227430853423039389</id><published>2008-04-26T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:56:54.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrielle, 5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SBOlD7ZDDGI/AAAAAAAAASU/eQkuEUAxmIA/s1600-h/Abrielle5Months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SBOlD7ZDDGI/AAAAAAAAASU/eQkuEUAxmIA/s320/Abrielle5Months.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193676282189253730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't she a sweetie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-227430853423039389?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/227430853423039389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=227430853423039389' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/227430853423039389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/227430853423039389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/abrielle-5-months.html' title='Abrielle, 5 months'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/SBOlD7ZDDGI/AAAAAAAAASU/eQkuEUAxmIA/s72-c/Abrielle5Months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6642141848028919513</id><published>2008-04-22T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:52:21.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo, er, Shelly?</title><content type='html'>Sorry.  Awol again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop died.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in mourning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my hubby is a geek, and saved my pictures, but all my bookmarked websites are poofed and I'll have to scrounge them up again.  My two favorites I had to find right away as they have become my right arms (allrecipes.com and tammysrecipes.com) So, since I have no 'puter of my own right now, I've had to wait my turn for John's or the kids'.  (Well, not really, but I do confess I'm rather lost on anything other than my own, so it has made me not as eager to hop online these days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we've been looking for a house!  We might actually have a basement!  Woo-hoo!  I'll keep y'all posted on that one, but I've sure been having fun!  :o)  We've even looked at "goat-friendly" houses.  (Those of you who know me well know that goats and chickens have been dreams for a long time...)  But, well, did you know that those farm house types need WORK?  Uff DA!  I did not marry a carpenter or handyman, and so, after oohing and aahing over the awesome gardens and acres, I have decided to stick to looking for a house in town.  The kids' only request had been "neighbor kids!" so, the farm houses weren't appealing at all for them that way either.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is hanging in there.  On top of all his troubles, he cracked a rib and the arthritis in his neck has gotten so bad in the last month that he can't lift his head up.  His chin sorta hangs in his chest.  The kids and I made a trip to see him once last week, and I'm hoping to squeeze another on in this week, but we'll see how the house situation progresses.  He's been on some strong pain meds for that cracked rib, and they've made him rather out of it.  Not fun stuff, poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I've been.  Lots of stuff going on, and all the same old laundry to do and kiddos to feed.  And burp.  (Ok, well, Adam does a good enough job on his own...)  ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6642141848028919513?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6642141848028919513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6642141848028919513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6642141848028919513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6642141848028919513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/wheres-waldo-er-shelly.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo, er, Shelly?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4277288142118617288</id><published>2008-04-05T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:24:28.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>English Wave Heats</title><content type='html'>It's been beautiful here the last few days.  Last week we had a blizzard, and this weekend, the robins are twittering outside the windows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day the kids were out in the yard playing, and Adam poked his nose in the door and shouted, "Mama!  It's a Wave Heat out here!!" and then he went back outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his English isn't perfect yet.  But he's trying.  It is actually pretty good lately, to tell you the truth - he's been a lot more careful with his pronunciation and thinking his words through.  He's still wanting to dump half of the words when he's excited or in a rush, like instead of saying, "Would you watch me do my exercises?" just tonight he said, "Wou'y'watch me do m'ex'c's? But he said it beautifully when I asked him for a repeat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English vowel sounds are killers to anyone, and Adam has struggled with them hard.  Pen/pan, bus/boss, etc. have been really hard to differenciate in his speech.  The other day he said he wanted to wear a "pen" on his head for a "het."  He of course meant a "pan" for a "hat."  He can say and hear the difference though, when we ask him to try again. We just today asked him to say pen/pan and he said them both like any good ole Yankee would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His r's are still causing him trouble too, though he can do them really well on a "repeat."  They just take a lot of effort, you know.  ;o)  I have no idea how to describe how he actually says his "r's" when he isn't thinking - It's like he tries to do away with ANY /r/ sound at all, and just skips to the next vowel. Initial /r's/ are hard, but at least he does them.  The ones buried inside of words are usually skipped altogether.  Like, um, let's see...  a "storm" would be a "stome;" an "arm," is an "ahm;" a "girl" is a "gull." He'd make a really good Brit, actually, lol!  (You have to remember, we're really nasally midwesterners up here, so those "r's" are extra thick to us natives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's coming along.  Just in the last year, he's really come a long way with his speech, and some have said they've noticed big changes even since Christmastime.  Slowly but surely...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4277288142118617288?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4277288142118617288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4277288142118617288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4277288142118617288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4277288142118617288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/english-wave-heats.html' title='English Wave Heats'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1395615996536418653</id><published>2008-04-02T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:47:27.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barb L; update on my dad</title><content type='html'>Barb L!  (And everyone else reading this!)  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally erased your comment instead of publishing it...  I'm so sorry about that - I keep hitting the wrong buttons on this thing.  I thought I had it right, but it didn't show up...  *groan*  I don't have your email, or I'd have written you there, but I wanted to fill you in regarding Dad. I was kind of vague in my post, and you said you kept your parents updated...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not doing so well.  He has hepatitis C (from previous blood transfusions as he has hemophilia).  The hepatitis has attacked his spleen, (somehow, no clue how), and the spleen has been "eating" Dad's platelets, literally swelling his spleen to be larger than a football.  Not so great for a hemophiliac to be losing platelets...  He now gets nose bleeds by putting on his shoes...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Dad's heart is failing, and will probably need surgery to replace his aortic valve, which was replaced 10 years ago with a pig valve.  That valve is now failing.  He is having an MRI tomorrow, and his follow up appointment is the day after that.  He has been getting pneumonia easily (because of the heart failure), and has been easily winded, etc. because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they can even think about fixing the heart, they need to take care of his platelets.  The doctors want to try to shrink his spleen by injecting some jelly-like substance into the blood vessels leading to the spleen, thereby suffocating and killing part or most of the spleen.  Sounds a lot easier than just cutting him open and surgically removing the spleen (bad choice with the heart/blood situation), but this procedure is incredibly painful.  His doctor said it would be as painful as a heart attack, and will last about ten days. (He'd be in the hospital that long, while the spleen is being killed and reabsorbed into his body).  The bummer about this procedure (aside from the pain), is that it has never been done on an almost 80 yr old, (it has only ever been done on children), and has never been done by this doctor, or at this hospital, and certainly never on a hemophiliac.  But he was the first hemophiliac to get a replaced heart valve 10 years ago, so he should be used to being a guinea pig by now, right?  *sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look so good.  He is so weak, I can't fathom him enduring ten days of that kind of pain.  (Granted, they have promised a good morphine drip...)  We'll know more after his appointment this week, but probably this will all be happening in the very near future.  When he recovers from the spleen ordeal, then they'll do the heart surgery.  Doesn't look like it's going to be a very good year for him.  Tough roads ahead...  He's in good spirits as always, though, and that will take him a long way.  Regardless, please keep him in your prayers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1395615996536418653?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1395615996536418653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1395615996536418653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1395615996536418653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1395615996536418653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/barb-l-update-on-my-dad.html' title='Barb L; update on my dad'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6735982822468646275</id><published>2008-03-31T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:41:00.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting!</title><content type='html'>Haven't laughed this hard for a good long while, and I need to blog this so I can "keep" this memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a family devotion time at night before bedtime.  Sometimes we read, sometimes we sing, sometimes we act out stories, and sometimes we just pray, but we always do something, unless it is a church night, and then we come home and get ready for bed, assuming that we've already sent our thoughts and hearts heavenward for the night. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight was "act out a story" night.  John and I picked out stories for the kids to each act out (without talking though), and the rest of the kids had to guess what the story was.  Aleksa acted out the story of Elijah running faster than the chariot, and then later of Samson carrying off the city gate, catching the foxes, eating the honey, etc.  That one got a little confusing to watch, but you should have heard her go on and on and on and on telling us what she'd been acting out for us.  ;o)  Adam acted out King Saul going to the bathroom in the cave and David cutting off the hem of his robe, (you can use your imagination as to how he was inspired to act that one out!)  (Groan!)  Liana acted out *beautifully* the story of Ananias and Sapphira...  how they kept back a portion of the money from the land they'd sold, and told the apostles that they'd given them the entire sum.  Liana even acted out laying the money at the apostles' feet, which I'd almost forgot about myself.  She acted out the grave-diggers even!  It was hilarious watching her "heave" the heavy dirt with her shovel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely have some actors and actresses in the family!  The kids LOVE when we do this, though it takes them several more minutes than usual to calm down enough to sleep!  But it sure makes those stories stick better, being able to act them out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of acting!  I need to take a video sometime (after I clear off my harddrive, perhaps!) of the kids acting out the last few paragraphs of Patrick Henry's "Give me Liberty" speech.  Complete with acted-out stab-in-the-heart death scene at the end.  lol!  (We're memorizing that as part of their history lessons).  I definitely must post a video of that sometime soon.  I'll let 'em polish it up a bit, and tell 'em that whoever gets it "down pat" first will have the honor of it being put online.  They're drama queens, those girls.  While this stuff comes really easily for the girls, Adam has struggled a bit because of his speech/language difficulty.  I think this project has really helped him though, to be more careful with his articulation, etc.  We've seen some good progress since we've started doing these more lengthy memorized passages.  We've also seen some awesome progress with him in math.  We backed him up recently to make sure he was "getting" things, and his last three tests have been all A's.  Today's was a 100% even!  Now, he's definitely not on grade level with his math, but when I think of how hard he has worked to get to where he is, it makes me teary!  He couldn't count to 14 when he first came home.  Numbers meant nothing to him.  He couldn't even remember how old he was.  We would practice and practice him saying "I'm nine years old."  He'd always say, "seven" or "six" or "ten" or whatever.  Not even when we did it in Russian was it sticking.  And it took weeks and months to get him to be able to count to 25 or 50.  Dot-to-dots were KILLERS for him.  He just couldn't do even the simple ones.  (Remember?! Oh, how I worried!)  Then there was getting him to count by twos or fives!  I remember having worked with him for weeks and weeks on counting by twos, and then I realized that he had unplugged "regular" counting.  He could then count by two's but had forgotten counting by one's.  Very. Frustrating.  Ugh...  Hours and hours and hours and hours and hours later, he's doing very well.  It's still hard, and he's well below grade-level, but he's plugging along, and (shhhhh, don't tell him I think so), but I think he's actually enjoying his math right now!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, can't make a decent ending right now - baby crying, must go!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6735982822468646275?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6735982822468646275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6735982822468646275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6735982822468646275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6735982822468646275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/acting.html' title='Acting!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7316829715553562351</id><published>2008-03-29T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:36:58.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Update, etc.</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to post an Easter update, but I can't get my pictures onto my laptop, and have been putting off doing the computer "housecleaning" that it would take to get them there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess you'll just have to use your imaginations as to what we all look like!  ;o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really nice weekend, in spite of me being on the verge of tossing my cookies with worry about Dad all day Saturday... He went into the hospital again, this time with what they thought was a heart attack, but it turned out not to be.  His heart is failing, but the pain he was feeling had to do with a blockage in his bladder and/or the pneumonia he had developed.  Anyway, I spent Saturday wondering if Dad was going to be ok.  Meanwhile, John's parents and brother were here for the weekend.  It was a really nice visit in spite of the emergency with my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's mom made the girls' Easter dresses, and made Adam a snazzy grey vest and tie.   They were all adorable!   (Hence my frustration over my pictures!!)  They all had a different color dresses, but the same pattern and type of fabric.  Liana's was yellow, Aleksa's light blue, and Abrielle's was pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday the kids and I made hot cross buns...   (gotta love bread machines!)   We'd been making Easter crafts all week, and started our cooking for this weekend on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big breakfast at church Sunday morning, nice service, and then we went back to our house for a big Easter dinner.   Well, first there was the egg/basket hunt.   John wrote out clues to find their baskets.   It was sort of scavenger hunt-ish.  Abrielle got her first taste of solid food too- I let her suck on a marshmallow peep for a few minutes while we took pictures.   (Thanks for the idea, Sharon!)   Abby also found her feet for the first time (as in, grabbed her feet).   She also stood by herself propped against the couch, and even without it for a few split seconds at a time.   Liana is determined to teach her to walk - before she crawls even, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big my kids are getting.  It makes me so sad to realize how short our time with them is.  I'm going to blink, and they'll be all grown up.  I keep thinking, "If this were our last (insert holiday, birthday, etc.), how would I want them to remember it?"  And that makes it a lot easier for me to want to do that extra Easter coloring page, know what I mean?  The week before Easter we even made roll-out sugar cookies in Easter shapes and frosted them.  Never done that for Easter before.  And as for the hot-cross buns... well, I'VE never even had those before, let alone the kids, but I just had to squeeze it in after I found a recipe that I had all the ingredients for, and looked rather easy. http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Hot-Cross-Buns-I/Detail.aspx  Well, anyway, it may be morbid to think that way, but it's a good way to live life without regrets...  I'll look back twenty years from now and be glad I let Leks put on those extra sprinkles on the Easter cookies, etc.  Wish I could keep that in mind on the "regular" ole' days when the kids are on the verge of driving me BATTY.  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much happening over here today.   Regular Saturday routine today - library, groceries, laying around.   Kids flew their kites, played a few games, I gave everyone haircuts after supper, and we all watched the pilot show to "Greatest American Hero" from NetFlix. (Remember that show?!  John found it and couldn't resist...)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all having a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7316829715553562351?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7316829715553562351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7316829715553562351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7316829715553562351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7316829715553562351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-update-etc.html' title='Easter Update, etc.'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7653281555840005864</id><published>2008-03-06T18:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:30:02.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fisher Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R9CL1lj6bBI/AAAAAAAAASM/N7pCyRdX4RY/s1600-h/FisherGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R9CL1lj6bBI/AAAAAAAAASM/N7pCyRdX4RY/s320/FisherGirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174789724580768786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I posted a pic of Adam the other day and not the girls, (well, I guess Brelly's bottom was in the last one, but that hardly counts...) I thought I'd share this one from tonight....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7653281555840005864?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7653281555840005864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7653281555840005864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7653281555840005864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7653281555840005864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/fisher-girls.html' title='Fisher Girls'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R9CL1lj6bBI/AAAAAAAAASM/N7pCyRdX4RY/s72-c/FisherGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5654706648099914946</id><published>2008-03-03T10:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:31:58.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Liana Zingers</title><content type='html'>It's funny I can go weeks without thinking of a thing to post, and then bam! I have a morning like this where I actually have TWO things to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was yesterday... We were all sitting quietly at church, Liana and Aleksa were curled up next to me listening to the Pastor... Then Liana whispered over to me, "Mama?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what she wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did Abrielle throw up on you this morning?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, no..." I said, "Why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you smell like it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Leave it to Liana to tell me what's what. lol! I thought about being self-conscious about it, but I thought it was too hysterical to be ruffled over. Plus I was trying too hard to hold back a great big guffaw.  I'll just maybe remember to douse myself with a little more perfume next time...  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then this morning, she sprung another one on me. During school time (we're actually still in full-swing right now but I HAVE to blog this before I forget to...) Liana was going through our library book basket looking for something to read. She pulled out one that she'd already read yesterday afternoon and said, "Oh, Mama, this was a good one!" I looked at the title, not having remembered it coming home with us on Saturday's library run. It was "Romeo and Juliet" for junior age readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, brother," I thought, "like she really read the whole thing yesterday." (It was kind of lengthy and difficult-looking.) I asked her if she *realllllly* read it, or just enjoyed the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did too read it, Mama!" she said. "It's about Roma and Julia. They loved each other, and then they died, happily ever after." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I quit laughing I decided to quit arguing with her. ;O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5654706648099914946?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5654706648099914946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5654706648099914946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5654706648099914946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5654706648099914946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/liana-zingers.html' title='Liana Zingers'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8953045438768274416</id><published>2008-02-29T21:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:01:40.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Bloggin' Thing</title><content type='html'>Been thinking about this blogging business lately.  I honestly have No Idea how many people are reading anymore.  I know that there is a way to find out how many people have checked in and such, but that would require some fancy-pants investigating, and well, I'm much too busy, and not quite that curious.  ;O)  But I do know that a whole lot of people out there *really* know me, but uh, well, I don't know them from Adam.  This summer I have a chance to put some faces to many names that I've come across over these last few years though a reunion of families within our adoption group.  I'm really looking forward to it! - Though, I must admit, I'm rather skeered.  Well, not really skeered.  Just, well, weirded out.  Ok "weirded out" is a little too strong.  Maybe just nervous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter a family came to our house who has been a long-time blog reader.  I knew them an itty-bitty bit, but they knew me Rather Well.  So well, in fact, that when I was showing them where the bathroom was, they said something like, "Ah yes, that's where the map with St. Petersberg is!"  LOL!  It was a little intimidating to say the least.  To instantly realize that I have come face-to-face with someone who not only knows that Liana jumped into the toilet, but may very well remember me complaining about such things as constipation, !, chin hairs, !, knows I'm guilty of digging up dead rabbits, and I'm sure Many Other Things I'd rather forget that I blabbed about!  And now with this reunion this summer to meet a whole bunch of 'em at once!  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not seriously all that worried or freaked out, it's just that I've been thinking about it lately and decided to blog about my blog.  I am thankful, though, for the handful of you that have given me links to your own blogs!  It has been fun to get to know YOU better, though I confess I don't always have time to keep up with them as I'd like, and I've lost track of a few of you (Kate!  Where are ya, you seem to be password protected now!)  And others don't post too often, so I forget to check (Lisa!  Missy!)  And others post so much that I miss a ton because I haven't checked it every day (Ruth!  Tami!  I really need to keep up with you both daily to really know what's up with you both!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Tami.  (Ok, we weren't really speaking of Tami, but I just happened to think of something.  My blog, I can rabbit trail if I want...)  Another downfall of this blogging thing, is that because I have no Real Live Face to the names, people get mixed up.  I'm fairly certain there are two Tami's (Well, a Tamm-y/-i/-ie/-I-can't-remember-right-now-because-it's-late), though I might be remembering wrong...  and there are at least used to be two Joanna's.  And because I didn't KNOW there were really two Joanna's, I once made a giant boo-boo and because the one had just told me that she was adopting from Guatemala, I had assumed that she had MISCARRIED because the "other Jo" had just told me she was pregnant.  And so I emailed the pregnant one with a "congrats on adopting, but sorry you miscarried" message.  OOPS.  She was puzzled to say the least, and once I realized that there were two Jo's, and that one was expecting, and the other was adopting, I was Mortified and had to do a whole lot of apologizing!  (Jo's baby was born perfectly healthy and beautiful by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and speaking of there being two of someone, just so the Barbs know, I now have two Cousin Barbs reading my blog... and I guess I'm announcing that so that when THEY see a comment from "themselves" they won't scratch their heads too much.  *tee-hee*  I have a Cousin Barb on my mom's side of the family who has just adopted two absolutely GORGEOUS little girls, and I have a Cousin Barb on my Dad's side of the family who I met years ago while doing family tree stuff.  If you two could leave a last initial with your comments, that would help me out a lot!  ;O) I wish you both had blogs, because I'd love to get to know you both a lot better!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, bunny trail over.  Enough late-night rambling for tonight... I'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8953045438768274416?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8953045438768274416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8953045438768274416' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8953045438768274416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8953045438768274416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-bloggin-thing.html' title='This Bloggin&apos; Thing'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4259606128200489688</id><published>2008-02-26T13:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:33:53.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that melt Mama's heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R8RnWyXUMaI/AAAAAAAAASE/MSn4h2AuP54/s1600-h/LoveButt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R8RnWyXUMaI/AAAAAAAAASE/MSn4h2AuP54/s320/LoveButt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171371913302520226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Brelly's bottom (which says "Love" on it; click picture to enlarge), the "shlappa" (Russian for "hat") and Adam's smile (can he look any happier?), this picture just, well, melts this mama's heart...&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4259606128200489688?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4259606128200489688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4259606128200489688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4259606128200489688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4259606128200489688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-that-melt-mamas-heart.html' title='Things that melt Mama&apos;s heart...'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R8RnWyXUMaI/AAAAAAAAASE/MSn4h2AuP54/s72-c/LoveButt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4300284247572480917</id><published>2008-02-15T09:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:16:42.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Villa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy6CXUMWI/AAAAAAAAARk/j7f6SX-yj28/s1600-h/MenuCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy6CXUMWI/AAAAAAAAARk/j7f6SX-yj28/s320/MenuCover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167232857614332258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click on the pictures for close-ups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy6SXUMXI/AAAAAAAAARs/woGktSZ9TcQ/s1600-h/MenuInside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy6SXUMXI/AAAAAAAAARs/woGktSZ9TcQ/s320/MenuInside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167232861909299570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the night was a grand success, and even though I was totally in on all the planning and such, no matter how many times we rehearsed, it was a totally new deal once John walked through the door.   Aleksa was to play hostess, and we'd practiced and practiced what she was supposed to say, and all that.   John walked through the door and all she could do was plaster an enormous smile on her face and the BLANKEST stare in her eyes...   It was like, "I'm-so-happy-and-excited-that-I-have-completely-forgotten-everything-including-my-name-so-don't-ask-but-I'm-having-so-much-fun-just-standing-here..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy5yXUMUI/AAAAAAAAARU/LAixyxingVg/s1600-h/TheFabulousFour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy5yXUMUI/AAAAAAAAARU/LAixyxingVg/s320/TheFabulousFour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167232853319364930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to coach her a little, *wink* and then she was so excited she started hopping (not realizing she was, I don't think).   She also kept gravitating over in front of us and not saying anything, just smiling and being excited.   Liana, the waitress, (actually, she used her birth name "Valentina" last night as her "waitress name" - much more in keeping with the holiday), had to drag her away from us a few times.   We asked her how she thought we could sneak kisses if she was going to hover...   ;O)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy5yXUMVI/AAAAAAAAARc/I7QCCduDNnM/s1600-h/TheWaitStaff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy5yXUMVI/AAAAAAAAARc/I7QCCduDNnM/s320/TheWaitStaff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167232853319364946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, all three were total hoverers, it was just that Aleksa was also the hopper   ;O).   I directed them toward their folders full of printed out puzzles, games and jokes to keep themselves occupied, but they were so excited, their attention span for those was pretty short.   Liana, who had practiced all week on coffee-making, forgot to plug in the coffeemaker, so it took a LONG time.   But when it did arrive, it was wonderful, and Liana's accompanying poem was adorable.   "I love coffee. I love tea.   I love you.   Do you love me?"  You have to notice what she's wearing - a curtain as a shawl, and while it might be hard to see, she has a hoop under her skirt, so she was Quite the lady last evening.  :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy6SXUMYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BzszOjWjy68/s1600-h/AbriThreeMonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy6SXUMYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BzszOjWjy68/s320/AbriThreeMonths.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167232861909299586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to include a picture of our littlest Valentine, who slept through the whole party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7WyUSXUMTI/AAAAAAAAARM/gFp-chKa8VM/s1600-h/ValentineVilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7WyUSXUMTI/AAAAAAAAARM/gFp-chKa8VM/s320/ValentineVilla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167232209074270514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After Waitress Valentina delivered the "check" and mints, John stuffed three one dollar bills into the leather folder.  Aleksa happened to notice them first, and you should have heard the screams from all three at once when they realized they'd been tipped!  They hadn't thought that far ahead and weren't expecting it.  It was the icing on the cake to see them so excited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was pretty impressed by all our hard work and preparations, we were all in stitches all night.  A good time was had by all!   :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7WzGCXUMZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VXTDT_Yb660/s1600-h/JohnAndShelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7WzGCXUMZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VXTDT_Yb660/s320/JohnAndShelly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167233063772762514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'll add the recipe for the "salsa chicken" just in case you want an easy recipe for your kid to cook YOU supper one night...  Really easy and delicious.  All you do is sprinkle some frozen boneless, skinless chicken breasts with about a 1/2 packet of taco seasoning, then cover them in a 9x13 pan with about a cup and a half of salsa.  Bake for an hour at 375, then the last three minutes of baking, add some sprinkled cheese on top to melt.  Serve with sour cream and over rice.  Easy, but it's one of John's favorite meals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4300284247572480917?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4300284247572480917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4300284247572480917' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4300284247572480917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4300284247572480917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-villa.html' title='Valentine Villa'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R7Wy6CXUMWI/AAAAAAAAARk/j7f6SX-yj28/s72-c/MenuCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4159781865697387216</id><published>2008-02-14T11:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:28:38.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Have to share our big doings around here today/this week...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love Valentine's Day.   So, it's a big deal over here.  This morning John and I hid some treats under the kids' pillows, but the big doings are tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're setting up the livingroom like a restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we've designed and printed up "menus," (and even "the check" along with Andes mints).  We've trained in the chef and waitresses, and have even rigged up some entertainment...   The kids have been memorizing poems and jokes, and practiced a few Valentine readings.   All of us are going to get all gussied up, Adam has his black "chef's apron" all pressed and ready to go along with a bright red bow-tie, and the girls have their dress-up clothes all laid out for tonight.   We've been baking up goodies all week, and Liana is all trained in on how to make coffee (I didn't tell her I had no idea how to make it before two weeks ago...)   (Waitresses, she said, must serve coffee...)   Serving everything up on the good china.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to read you our menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just-for-you Jello&lt;br /&gt;Passionate Pudding&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart Salad&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling Salsa Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Racing-heart Rice&lt;br /&gt;Valentine Veggies&lt;br /&gt;Chase-you-down Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;Bow-and-Arrow Bread Pudding&lt;br /&gt;Care-for-you Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Mad-for-you Milk&lt;br /&gt;Follow-you-to-the-Mountains Dew&lt;br /&gt;Love-you-to-your-Roots Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor John - Last night he asked me what I wanted to do for Valentine's Day and I told him I just wanted to lay low at home.   He seemed a little disappointed.   Little does he know!   :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4159781865697387216?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4159781865697387216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4159781865697387216' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4159781865697387216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4159781865697387216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-4930633448809134250</id><published>2008-02-05T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:10:25.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fisher Family Feast</title><content type='html'>Been meaning to post since Saturday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful weekend!  On Saturday, John's extended Fisher Clan all came to our house for a belated Thanksgiving/Christmas get-together.  No gifts and such; just dinner and good company.  Like 35'ish of us.  That's one way to get me to dust, let me just say!  ;O)  (I didn't get it all done though, ssshhhhh!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day was that four of us cousins had babies this fall.  We were each due in September, October, November and December.  It wound up that the December baby was a tale end of November baby, but you get the idea.  ;O)  What a photo op it was to prop all these little ones on the couch next to each other!  Two were sleeping (soundly) on each other, Abrielle and the last little man were looking around ready to cry. Adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Aleksa thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with their little cousins, and making the rounds.  Adam scarfed down I-don't-know-how-much pickled herring. *shudder*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day for Liana was getting to talk to our cousin Courtney, who knows ASL (she's an interpreter, actually).  Liana got to show off some of what she knows from our Signing Time dvd's, and got to ask questions, and learn some more.  She was in 7th Heaven.  Courtney was also the mom to one of the new Little Fish and she let Liana lug her little guy around for a while, and even showed her how to change little boy diapers (!).  At bedtime that night, Liana was all sighs saying, "Oh, Mama, she was so pretty, and so nice, and oh, Mama, she's like a princess she's so nice, etc., etc."  It was cute.  :O)  (So, Courtney, if you're out there, thank you so much for being so nice to Liana - she'll never forget it, and is still talking about you days later!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I agreed after everyone left that it was an awesome feeling that neither of us had to worry about our kids all day.  We just knew they were going to be ok.  Maybe not angels, but we knew we weren't going to have any meltdowns, fits, screaming, hitting, etc., etc.  It was just a no-brainer that they were going to be good.  Great feeling to not have to be on high-alert that someone was going to need high-maintenance parenting all day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting the itch to do some quilting... I have put my unfinished quilts "on display" in my livingroom as incentive to Get At It and finish them up.  They have been calling my name lately, but between school, an infant, the laundry, supper, etc., it hasn't happened.  Today I pulled out some fabric pieces that I'll need to work on one of them.  (It is a crazy quilt).  Maybe if I have everything "ready to go" it will be easier to sneak in a few minutes here or there to play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the family is Out tonight making a quick library run since we were busy Saturday.  It's weird having the house to myself; I can actually hear a clock ticking.  Didn't know it made any noise!  -Maybe I'll get to do a little quilting tonight afterall!  ;O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-4930633448809134250?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4930633448809134250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=4930633448809134250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4930633448809134250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/4930633448809134250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/fisher-family-feast.html' title='Fisher Family Feast'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5438955485768169236</id><published>2008-02-01T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:42:06.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The hormones hit</title><content type='html'>Well, the day came.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the dinner table, Liana burst into tears for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hormones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we asked her what was wrong, the harder she cried.  Freaked the poor girl out not to know why she was *that* sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess, I laughed.  That didn't help for some reason.  ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So John, being a better mom than me, *wink*, scooped her up from the table, carried her upstairs, and had a talk with her about how these feelings mean she's becoming a woman, etc., etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes I pulled myself together though, and marched upstairs, and echoed what John said and added my own two cents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finally quit crying, she and I went shopping.  (What else could we do?  LOL)It was really nice mother-daughter time which I think we were both badly needing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I are gulping hard realizing this is only going to get more and more "interesting" as the kids get older.   *breathes in and out*  One day at a time, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5438955485768169236?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5438955485768169236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5438955485768169236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5438955485768169236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5438955485768169236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/hormones-hit.html' title='The hormones hit'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1887116026357206774</id><published>2008-01-27T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:01:59.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R503IzsjsbI/AAAAAAAAARE/CYoWL1lJ6c8/s1600-h/Abrielle2Months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R503IzsjsbI/AAAAAAAAARE/CYoWL1lJ6c8/s320/Abrielle2Months.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160341372492034482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R502ADsjsaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kIEiW9bBKj8/s1600-h/AdamAbrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R502ADsjsaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kIEiW9bBKj8/s320/AdamAbrielle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160340122656551330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R5012zsjsZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/khkNi1DeK2Y/s1600-h/LianasHaircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R5012zsjsZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/khkNi1DeK2Y/s320/LianasHaircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160339963742761362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still need to find one of Leksa, but this'll hold you in the meantime, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1887116026357206774?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1887116026357206774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1887116026357206774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1887116026357206774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1887116026357206774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/recent-pics.html' title='Recent pics'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R503IzsjsbI/AAAAAAAAARE/CYoWL1lJ6c8/s72-c/Abrielle2Months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-702009395432507275</id><published>2008-01-27T06:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:29:42.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R50vVzsjsYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NcOzrzNoIt8/s1600-h/DotToDot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R50vVzsjsYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NcOzrzNoIt8/s320/DotToDot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160332799737311618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lazy about blogging again.  Sorry about that.  I could have blogged that Abrielle put her hands together yesterday (a milestone, according to the parenting books), and Adam read an entire Hardy Boys book in one morning.  And Liana called the part in her hair her "head crack" the other day.  I guess I could have told you all about all that.  Guess I just did. ;O) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another day Liana stuck red dot stickers all over her face and I told her I felt like playing dot-to-dot, and she told me to do it, and so I told her to go get a marker and I would, and she did, so.... what was I to do?  I played dot-to-dot on her face!  It was washable marker though.  She did pretend to be mad about it, but it was the first thing she told John when he came through the door that night.  ;O)  (And while this picture makes her look like her mother is the meanest lady on the planet, please understand she's Quite the actress, and that she BEGGED me to post this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter aside from freezing (it has been bitter cold here), and adjusting to a new little one in the family, I've been having fun decorating the house.  John and I decided that it was time to replace some of our old furniture.  We are now at the point with the kids that we don't worry that they'll TRASH the house, so we can get some new things without worrying so hard that they'll be destroyed in two seconds. I can't tell you what a relieve that is! Our poor old couch had holes in it, worn spots, stains on it; you name it.  And our kitchen table!  Uff da.  That needed replacing about two years ago. Two of the chairs literally lost back slats when people sat in them.  We always held our breath that they'd hold together for company so nobody would be mortified. I've been ok with not having "nice stuff" because I knew that the places that we've been living have been temporary anyway, so why worry about decorating.  Plus, if ya don't have cash to buy it, it doesn't appeal to me in the first place.  Well, it occurred to me that the kids are going to be all grown up by the time I "get around" to having the house (wherever that may be) cozied up with "pretties."  So, we sprung some money out of savings and I've been watching for sales and deals ever since.  Looks rather homey around here. New curtains, new livingroom and diningroom furniture, etc.  Even some new dishes.  Well, used; I got the dishes off Ebay.  Even got a few pieces of mom's china pattern off Ebay for some really good deals.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the scoop.  Hope you all are staying warm and enjoying your families.  Make a memory today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-702009395432507275?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/702009395432507275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=702009395432507275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/702009395432507275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/702009395432507275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-update.html' title='Winter update'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R50vVzsjsYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NcOzrzNoIt8/s72-c/DotToDot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8845622047466666006</id><published>2008-01-19T20:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:38:52.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking on Babykins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R5K0HFmxpgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nbeW14EBnqM/s1600-h/CheckingOnBabykins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R5K0HFmxpgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nbeW14EBnqM/s320/CheckingOnBabykins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157382557149537794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked John to check on the baby, who I had wheeled over to the window to get some sunshine while the rest of us had breakfast.   I happened to look up to catch this sight.   Thankfully the camera was within reach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8845622047466666006?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8845622047466666006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8845622047466666006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8845622047466666006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8845622047466666006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/checking-on-babykins.html' title='Checking on Babykins'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R5K0HFmxpgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nbeW14EBnqM/s72-c/CheckingOnBabykins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7901857966053053279</id><published>2008-01-14T13:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:09:37.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adam!</title><content type='html'>It is Adam's 13th birthday today!  :O)  Adam and I made his birthday cake this morning - cheesecake!  This is the first one I've ever made from scratch, so I'm hoping it turns out.  The batter was good, but who knows if we did it right.  I bought lots of pie filling for topping though, so if the cheesecake doesn't turn out, we'll just dump more cherries on top, right?  ;O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I realized last night that starting today, we're going to have teenagers in the house for the next NINETEEN YEARS except a three month stretch between Aleksa's 20th and Abrielle's 13th birthdays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel those gray hairs sprouting already!  LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7901857966053053279?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7901857966053053279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7901857966053053279' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7901857966053053279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7901857966053053279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-adam.html' title='Happy Birthday Adam!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-902290884321081340</id><published>2008-01-06T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:50:27.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Mothering Instinct</title><content type='html'>It was one of those lay-around-the-house-all-day kind of Sundays...  Lots of sickness over here, so we stayed home and layed low.  John has walking pneumonia, and I still have a cold or flu, or whatever it is, that has hung on strong since last Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Liana was sitting on my lap, Aleksa was right next to me and we were just hanging out together on the couch talking.  Liana suddenly said, "Mama, I'm not going to burp."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that I had been pounding her back like I do to Abrielle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked a few times and started to chuckle.  Hadn't realized I was "burping" her at all!  I suppose by 9 years old, she probably can manage that on her own.  But in case she ever needs any help, I guess she knows where to come!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ingrained mothering, I've noticed since Abrielle has been born that my mother-bear inclinations toward the other three have cranked up to new levels.  Probably hormones, I suppose, but I do think it is interesting that suddenly I'm ready to do battle with anyone who remotely speaks unkindly/unfairly/unwhateverly to my kids.  Once last week John told one of the kids at the table not to put too much salt on their food, and I was about ready to take HIM outside.  (Well, I should add that I didn't say anything, but I know I shot him a Look!)  Over salt?!?  Before Abrielle was born it probably would have been ME telling Adam not to put too much salt on his potatoes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hormones.  It's gotta be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rough though, because John and I are ALWAYS on the same page where the kids are concerned.  That has been a huge blessing because where most couples spend a good chunk of time getting on the same wavelength with their parenting philosophies, etc., John and I just "know" what eachother thinks about things and think the same thing ourselves.  Like the other day I realized that never once did we even THINK about discussing whether or not I would nurse Abrielle.  It was just a given that I would.  Like a complete "no duh" given.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just think it is interesting that there is such a new dimension to this parenting stuff.  That mothering instinct is serious business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-902290884321081340?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/902290884321081340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=902290884321081340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/902290884321081340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/902290884321081340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-mothering-instinct.html' title='That Mothering Instinct'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-2797912675917968731</id><published>2007-12-29T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:16:43.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut pics by Popular Demand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R3b-SVmxpdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NjhKx9v3C0I/s1600-h/HaircutBefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R3b-SVmxpdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NjhKx9v3C0I/s320/HaircutBefore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149582814935623122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R3b-mlmxpeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EVNMiAdqHeM/s1600-h/Haircut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R3b-mlmxpeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EVNMiAdqHeM/s320/Haircut1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149583162827974114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R3b-tlmxpfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2ZsCZvGt2R8/s1600-h/Haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R3b-tlmxpfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2ZsCZvGt2R8/s320/Haircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149583283087058418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-2797912675917968731?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2797912675917968731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=2797912675917968731' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2797912675917968731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/2797912675917968731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/haircut-pics-by-popular-demand.html' title='Haircut pics by Popular Demand...'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R3b-SVmxpdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NjhKx9v3C0I/s72-c/HaircutBefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-3614660219338647588</id><published>2007-12-28T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:43:18.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Update!</title><content type='html'>What a nice Christmas!  We all headed up to northern Minnesota to John's grandparents' house.  It was so nice to see so many aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.  It seems so strange that this was my 12th year of going up there... and the kids' fourth.  Whoa.  I'm getting old.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the highlight this year was introducing everyone to Abrielle.  Though I was going into Abrielle Withdrawal pretty heavily by the time we left.  She was rather passed around among so many grandparents, aunts and cousins!  ;O)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of my older three though...  They were so good!  Well, we did have one incident where Liana informed me that Adam was being mean to her.  He had "taken the arm off her doll and then put it back on,(!), and he fed her too much water and she peed all over!"  It was awful hard to not laugh at her, but I did make up for it by hanging up the doll clothes to dry and saying, "No, no!" to Adam. Otherwise, they did beautifully up there with so many people around, kids running all over the place, etc.  They were in 7th Heaven with so many cousins to play with.  We had some pretty sad kiddos on Wednesday morning when we left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another highlight was actually a tragedy...  The night before our trip (the 23rd), I asked John to trim my hair.  Easy, he's been doing so for ages.  Just trim the ends.  Well, this time, he decided to cut my hair "the fast way" which was to grab all my hair in one hand, and start cutting with the other.  Oops.  He started cutting and I started asking him what on earth he was doing... but it was too late.  He had to finish.  I lost six inches.  And it was an uneven Mess.  The kids all stood around me with mouth a-gape. Liana couldn't believe I didn't cry.  There wasn't anything I could do about it either - it was way too short for me to even out.  It needed Something Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  The next day after we drove north, John took me to a hair salon to fix it.  On the way there he told me I wasn't allowed to use the word "idiot" in my explanation to the beautician.  LOL!  So I didn't. ;O) I wound up with an ok haircut, but it's one of those trendy cuts that take some getting used-to if it is on your head and you're not a trendy kind-of-a-gal.  Layered, and chin length.  Haven't had hair this short since the sixth grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that he got me a new wedding ring made up for it...  I had lost mine three years ago at Christmas time and never had it replaced 'til now.  My ring finger is very happy to have something on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a Merry Christmas too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-3614660219338647588?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3614660219338647588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=3614660219338647588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3614660219338647588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/3614660219338647588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-update.html' title='Christmas Update!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-1014096342387319960</id><published>2007-12-22T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:14:13.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Aleksa Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6085160372112117345&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we had planned to travel to my dad's... Unfortunately Wisconsin is under a storm warning, and there is a bunch of ice out there. We chickened out and stayed put after a friend called and said they were too iced-over to even make it out of their driveway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to drown our sorrows, we decided to open presents this morning. (We'll be headed to John's grandparents' house on Monday-Tuesday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam got a toy rocket. He launched it, and it landed on Aleksa's head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not only did it land on her head, but it THEN got tangled in her hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things could only happen to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-1014096342387319960?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1014096342387319960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=1014096342387319960' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1014096342387319960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/1014096342387319960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazing-aleksa-strikes-again.html' title='The Amazing Aleksa Strikes Again'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-9190332290783683454</id><published>2007-12-21T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:01:28.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKP1mxpVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PVTvAfX8TBo/s1600-h/ChristmasPicture2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKP1mxpVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PVTvAfX8TBo/s400/ChristmasPicture2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146640478870021458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKcVmxpWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A-ywfZUPbzM/s1600-h/AdamChristmas2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKcVmxpWI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A-ywfZUPbzM/s400/AdamChristmas2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146640693618386274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKolmxpXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qqt2SLG5-UY/s1600-h/LianaChristmas2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKolmxpXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qqt2SLG5-UY/s400/LianaChristmas2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146640904071783794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKzFmxpYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/u-GLZxUZgT8/s1600-h/AleksaChristmas2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKzFmxpYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/u-GLZxUZgT8/s400/AleksaChristmas2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146641084460410242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yLDFmxpZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vg5Y_wsBHLw/s1600-h/AbrielleChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yLDFmxpZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vg5Y_wsBHLw/s400/AbrielleChristmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146641359338317202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-9190332290783683454?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9190332290783683454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=9190332290783683454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/9190332290783683454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/9190332290783683454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2yKP1mxpVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PVTvAfX8TBo/s72-c/ChristmasPicture2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-5291111719792841068</id><published>2007-12-19T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:05:06.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>Just so y'all know, I'm moderating the comments now so I don't miss any --- I just found a few that I really wish I hadn't missed at the time they were posted.  I also put up my email address in case you'd like to chat more privately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-5291111719792841068?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5291111719792841068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=5291111719792841068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5291111719792841068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/5291111719792841068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6789904733467314312</id><published>2007-12-19T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:20:03.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2k8ZlmxpUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AU_SMXKIWyk/s1600-h/AdamAbby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145710459536647490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2k8ZlmxpUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AU_SMXKIWyk/s400/AdamAbby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been quiet around here, hasn't it? I've been trying to keep my internet time down to during "baby feedings" - but I've quickly discovered that typing with one hand is rough. I decided this morning to put Abby in her swing while I checked my mail and my favorite websites so I can finally start writing more than one sentence here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost done Christmas shopping. Still stumped on a few people, but the kids, I'm thrilled to say, are finished! John says he's never letting me shop solo again! I sorta had a good time. ;O) (At Fleet Farm; gotta love that Toy Land!) He gasped pretty heavy seeing everything in the trunk and back seat, but just between you and me, I know he's just as excited as I am about seeing the kids open presents this year. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ladies looked at my cart and lamented that they didn't have any girls to buy for this year. I wasn't cruel enough to tell them I had THREE girls -and a boy! but it did make my heart smile to realize I got to have fun buying stuff for both genders... Just a few short years ago, I didn't have any kids at all to buy for... so, I'm definitely making up for lost time, especially with the realization that my kids aren't going to be asking for dolls and toy cars for much longer. Gotta git while the gittin' is good, as Dad always says! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the day doing school with the kids, wrapping presents and helping the girls clean their rooms. Uff was it a PIT. We pulled out a huge garbage bag full of junk from their room, and packed away two garbage bags full of toys. Hopefully their rooms stays a little more manageable this way. It was pretty evident that their mama was out of commission for a long time - I hadn't helped them "deep clean" their rooms for months and months and months. Between morning sickness at the early end of the pregnancy, and Big Belly Syndrome at the end, well, I had to let them fend for themselves too long. We still have yet to do their closets. (They have two). That will be today's project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is now sleeping pretty well at night. John stays up with her until her first feeding which is anytime between 12-1:30, and then she's good til morning. Big relief to be able to get caught up on some sleep around here! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older kids are loving having the baby around. Liana knocked on my door yesterday while I was wrapping presents and asked if she could "hold the Princess." She is definitely treated like royalty around here by Everyone! No sibling rivalry toward this little one at all - only toward each other over who gets her next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other afternoon, John and the kids were outside working on their snow fort, (an on-going project around here), and Adam happened to be near the livingroom window. I was in the kitchen cooking and didn't want Abby to get spattered on, so I had to leave her alone in the livingroom for a while - which she hates - and which she fusses about. Adam heard her crying from outside, left his Much Beloved Snowtime, came inside, got his coat and boots off, and promptly picked Abby up to comfort her. He just adores his little sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leks needs to be more aggressive about Abrielle Time... she has a hard time elbowing in through her older siblings to get at her. She loves to help change her clothes, hold her, talk to her, etc... of course, that's only when her older sibs, Mama, and Papa aren't already doing so. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten out much since Baby has been born, but I love these hunker-down winter days anyway. I love having hot chocolate ready on the table for my snow fort builders, and I love turning on the tree lights early in the morning and early at night. Nice and peaceful. And now that there is also a baby to snuggle on these chilly days too... ah, bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6789904733467314312?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6789904733467314312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6789904733467314312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6789904733467314312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6789904733467314312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/domestic-bliss.html' title='Domestic Bliss'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R2k8ZlmxpUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AU_SMXKIWyk/s72-c/AdamAbby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7909560508716053402</id><published>2007-12-16T22:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:36:07.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!</title><content type='html'>Thought since the Fisher Family is new and improved now that Abrielle has joined us, that we should have a new look for the blog too...  :O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7909560508716053402?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7909560508716053402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7909560508716053402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7909560508716053402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7909560508716053402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-554353340754467786</id><published>2007-12-15T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:52:00.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one for Guiness</title><content type='html'>She did it again.  How, I have no idea, but our Leksa Lou has managed to have another "impossible" accident.  Do you remember when she slammed the car door on her ear?  Or fell off her bike and scraped only her earlobe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, she scraped her bottom lip on the under side of her bed.  That's right folks, she was under her bed, and scraped not her nose, nor her forehead, but her Bottom Lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID SHE DO THAT?????   LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-554353340754467786?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/554353340754467786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=554353340754467786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/554353340754467786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/554353340754467786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-one-for-guiness.html' title='Another one for Guiness'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-718001190811063724</id><published>2007-12-15T08:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:02:55.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit from Auntie Sharon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R22RfFmxpbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NbH8UlcXfz4/s1600-h/12-16-07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R22RfFmxpbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NbH8UlcXfz4/s400/12-16-07+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146929912421131698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R22RSFmxpaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/M9tfISjSRgI/s1600-h/ChocolateFingers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R22RSFmxpaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/M9tfISjSRgI/s400/ChocolateFingers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146929689082832290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a super visit from Auntie Sharon this week!!!  She was brave enough to take the four hour drive all by herself in the dead of winter in Wisconsin... I was so proud of her!!!  We would have missed out on a really, really nice time if she had chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the main attraction was meeting Abrielle, but she also had some great bonding time with my older crew.  She had them making candy!  They got to dip pretzels, peanuts and marshmallows in chocolate and almond bark.  I also got a tutorial on making Mom's popcorn balls.  (I never have good luck with a candy thermometer, and she taught me how to make them without having to use one of those at all.)  We had a BLAST.  The kids probably ate more than they should have, but oh well.  ;O)  They just couldn't believe that Sharon was going to LEAVE all that good candy here and not take a single piece home with her.  Aleksa must have asked her four or five times if she was SURE she wasn't going to take any home with her.  lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie also came with PRESENTS!  They each got cool fleece blankets.  While they were a big hit with all three kids, Aleksa opened hers and said, "A magic carpet!!!"  and promptly took a trip to Jerusalem.  :O)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of her trip, however, was that we just got to sit and chat.  I honestly don't remember the last time we've had such a luxury to do in person.  We IM each other every day, and that's wonderful, but to just sit on the couch and talk about nothing and everything was so nice.  Sharon and I have always been really alike - we wind up finishing each other's sentences and guessing each other's responses nearly every time we chat.  Sometimes it is spooky, but always fun to know that even though we may not be physically with each other all the time as "in the old days," we do still have that Sister Bond that just doesn't fade.   For instance, once she and I were talking via IM, and she was telling me about a rather stressful ambulance run she'd just taken, (she is an EMT), and as we were wrapping up the conversation, I told her to go have a Diet Pepsi and a bath.  She quickly typed back that she was already drinking her Pepsi, and that she had planned to hop in the tub as soon as we were done talking!  Ah, sisters.  Aren't they wonderful!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another neat part of her trip was that Sharon is one of the only people on the earth right now that would remember what I looked like as a baby, and be able to compare Abrielle to what I looked like.  Since Mom is gone, nobody had yet examined Abrie and compared her to what I was like as a baby.  The rest of the family has seen her pictures and commented here and there, but it was nice to have an in-person inspection.  Dad, of course has met her, but Dads aren't as good about that stuff as moms and older sisters.  ;O) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Sharon told me the red blotch on Abrie's eye was a birthmark like one I had on my own eye.  (Well, it was on my forehead and stretched down on my eye).  Sharon told me that my birthmark got darker when I was sick and that was Mom's way of knowing how I was feeling...  and that it faded away as I got older.  You know, stuff I wouldn't know, but will come in handy with Abrie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can replace Mom, mind you, but well, Sharon comes awful close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-718001190811063724?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/718001190811063724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=718001190811063724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/718001190811063724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/718001190811063724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/visit-from-auntie-sharon.html' title='Visit from Auntie Sharon!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R22RfFmxpbI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NbH8UlcXfz4/s72-c/12-16-07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7123210268004589785</id><published>2007-12-09T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:57:34.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1wZsWHed9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Ad71ubNMu4/s1600-h/ThreeGenerations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142013124192139218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1wZsWHed9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Ad71ubNMu4/s400/ThreeGenerations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Saturday we were finally able to drive "back home" and show off our new little girl to my dad and brother and sister-in-law. That was a LONG month of not being able to show my kid to *anyone* in my family. John's parents and siblings have seen her, but nobody on my side had yet with the distance, and the sicknesses we've had floating around here this month. With my dad's immune system we just plain had to wait until every last one of us was completely well before we came anywhere near him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, how fun! My dad took one look at her and said she looked just like his sister Della. !. Not what I was expecting, but it was fun anyway. Abby was super bright-eyed by the time we got to Dad's house, and it was fun to see her staring at Grandpa as much as he was eyeballing her! lol! Dad said next time we come, she'll already know him because she was studying him so long and hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The drive down and back was sure interesting with an infant. Uff Da. Talk about extending an already-long trip! It was the first time I'd wished that we were bottle-feeding! (That ain't happening, btw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the kids and I did "cooking day" for Grandpa at our house, and then took it with us instead of cooking it there as usual. Dad must have close to eighty meals in his freezers now. He was rather neglected for a few months there. *sigh* He was sure happy to see the food start rolling in... Spaghetti dinners, Aleksa's Famous Meatloaf, chili, goulash, polish sausage, etc. Plus dinner rolls, desserts, veggies, etc. We even left him a package of lefse! (That's good stuff to us midwesterners! *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and John and my brother (also a John), took care of Dad's iced and snowed in driveway while the girls swept and mopped and my sister-in-law and I assembled meals onto individual plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad part of the trip was that Abby got her days and nights switched because she slept so hard and long in the van. She was up almost all night, and I am a zombie again. I could almost throw up I'm so tired. (Last night's missed sleep combined with the missing sleep from the night before plus alllll the work we've done in the last few days have wiped me out.) I haven't missed so much church since before college. No wonder I never know what day it is anymore! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Sharon is planning on making a trip up here this week... I sure hope the weather cooperates. The kids are sooooo looking forward to seeing her, plus Abby is getting bigger every day - she's gotta see her before she outgrows her newborn clothes! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7123210268004589785?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7123210268004589785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7123210268004589785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7123210268004589785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7123210268004589785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/meeting-grandpa.html' title='Meeting Grandpa'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1wZsWHed9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Ad71ubNMu4/s72-c/ThreeGenerations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6592487838581716850</id><published>2007-12-06T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:16:05.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1gLGGHed8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/oQ1nd6dHcN8/s1600-h/RalphieErAbrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140871173992511426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1gLGGHed8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/oQ1nd6dHcN8/s400/RalphieErAbrielle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Papa bundles up his little girl, she isn't going to get cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She isn't going to be able to move either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tee-hee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140871006488786866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1gK8WHed7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/EUReSOTHtVE/s400/SocksAndSnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning John got the urge to take the kids outside in their stocking feet and run around. I was welcomed to join them, but I decided I'd be the one in the window taking pictures of everyone hopping around. Too cold for me, but the kids had a blast - even if their snow run did only last about 30 seconds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still. Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1gKzGHed6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/xXMG5dGTjN4/s1600-h/MakingGingerbreadMen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140870847574996898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1gKzGHed6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/xXMG5dGTjN4/s400/MakingGingerbreadMen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very good pic of our gingerbread project, but it was requested, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6592487838581716850?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6592487838581716850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6592487838581716850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6592487838581716850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6592487838581716850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/recent-pics.html' title='Recent Pics'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlR65e4O8XQ/R1gLGGHed8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/oQ1nd6dHcN8/s72-c/RalphieErAbrielle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8084412686137715287</id><published>2007-12-05T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:10:12.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Maddie</title><content type='html'>For anyone out there addicted to adoption stories... Tami, who comments here allll the time, is in Kyiv right now, and had her SDA appointment today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna follow along with me? &lt;a href="http://findingmaddie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://findingmaddie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you, Tami, my friend. I can't wait to hear that you have your Maddie safely in your arms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8084412686137715287?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8084412686137715287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8084412686137715287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8084412686137715287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8084412686137715287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-anyone-out-there-addicted-to.html' title='Finding Maddie'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7225561931241782761</id><published>2007-12-04T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:56:30.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifts and Shuffling</title><content type='html'>It has been snowing here the last few days, and the temperature has plummeted. John has one of the livingroom windows insullated, but the other won't get done until this afternoon. The draft coming through had me a little paranoid about keeping Abrielle warm enough, so I put up a blanket in front of the window temporarily while John was working (he's been working from home these weeks since the baby has been born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When John noticed the blanket, he asked what the deal was. Liana told him that I had put up the blanket "to keep the drifts out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, also had a language oops today concerning the snow... He asked if he could go out and shuffle the sidewalk. I'm sure there are a few drafts out there. ;O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7225561931241782761?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7225561931241782761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7225561931241782761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7225561931241782761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7225561931241782761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/drifts-and-shuffling.html' title='Drifts and Shuffling'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-7020685460787142043</id><published>2007-12-04T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:27:22.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's story</title><content type='html'>Boy do I wish I'd just had a video of Adam with Abby. He was holding her and they were staring at eachother silently, and I finally coaxed Adam to tell her a story. Instead of telling her a fairytale or "princess story" like her sisters enjoy doing, he decided to tell Abby "his" story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told her how he was at the orphanage, and that he was adopted, and then he told her what he thought of his new home when he got here... He told her he had a beautiful bed, and his own room, lots of food, etc. He also told her that he used to get in lots of trouble and one time almost went to jail... (he'd pocketed a few things from Walmart when they were first home, and one day after doing so, I packed him up and we all went to the police station for a chat with the cops about what happens to boys who steal...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Abby sat totally bright-eyed listening to Adam go on and on. It was really sweet. He wound up saying, "We didn't think we'd ever have another baby sister, but now God blessed us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sure a great kid...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-7020685460787142043?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7020685460787142043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=7020685460787142043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7020685460787142043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/7020685460787142043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/adams-story.html' title='Adam&apos;s story'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-9132698543166649586</id><published>2007-12-03T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:09:45.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread!</title><content type='html'>Have to quick blog about one of the coolest presents the kids have ever gotten.  Well, according to their mama anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a package in the mail the other day from a very special aunt...  She sent the kids the Jan Brett book called The Gingerbread Baby, and then gave them aprons, (the girls' aprons were make with gingerbread men fabric!), stuffed a cookie cutter in the pockets of them, included the dry ingredients for gingerbread, plus a jar of molasses, gingerbread men cookie cutters, a sweet little red corduroy dress with gingerbread men on it for Abby, gingerbread men Christmas ornaments, etc.  Talk about going all out!!  She even gave ME a cool book and wrapped it in a gingerbread men kitchen towel as the wrapping paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the kids and I rolled out the gingerbread men, and while they sure don't look all that "professional" the kids had fun making them, and boy were they good!  One of those really fun memory-making kind of presents...  Loved, loved, loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-9132698543166649586?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9132698543166649586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=9132698543166649586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/9132698543166649586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/9132698543166649586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/gingerbread.html' title='Gingerbread!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-790840928654493362</id><published>2007-12-02T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:09:07.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>And so, we're closing in on three weeks with an infant. Very different from having three Ukie kiddos home three weeks. Yup, it's hard work having an infant, but, oh is it infinitely easier than what we went through the first weeks having the other three home. Do you know that when we lay Abby down, she STAYS there? lol! And while she does cry when she's lonely, hungry and wet, she never once screamed "Durka Mamka!" at me ("Stupid Witch Mother!") Or run away from home, or tried to pee in anyone's sippy cups or broken anyone's prized possessions, or, or, or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, however, I do admit to being somewhat of a zombie lately. The Little Miss loves being awake at night, and that means I am too. And because my energy level is so low lately, my laundry is piled higher than it has been in AGES, and the house is about ready to fall apart with clutter. The girls' room is a disaster zone. I didn't even make our bed this morning. I *ALWAYS* make our bed. This is big news over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're happy! :O) And Abrielle is getting to be a little, uh, shall we say, um, spoiled? lol! I don't think she's been set down by herself more than a handful of times Ever. Not unless we're putting her in her swing, and that doesn't count, 'cause it's educational. (It has a mobile and plays music..) There is always someone who wants to hold her around here. If she makes even the slightest peep, there we all are trying to pacify her. We're pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby was just now in her crib, and started to fuss. I thought, "I should see if she knows how to calm herself down..." And so, instead of running over to the crib, I let her cry. Not five minutes later, John came into the room and said, "Aren't you going to get her?" And he picked her up, and instantly, she quieted down. John said, in his gurgly I'm-talking-to-a-baby voice, "All she needs is a little love... oh look! A TEAR puddle on her matress! Ma-ma! Shame! It's ok, Abrie, Papa is here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I invited him to go love on her for a while. Hopefully she'll stay awake longer so she'll sleep tonight. I really just plain gotta get some laundry done tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-790840928654493362?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/790840928654493362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=790840928654493362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/790840928654493362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/790840928654493362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-8569910565327006272</id><published>2007-11-28T11:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:35:31.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick?</title><content type='html'>So, Miss Abby has come down with everyone's chest cold.  This does Not make me a happy Mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before last, she was up fussing and coughing and rattling all night.  We got very little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, she ate at 11:00pm, and then wasn't interested in anything but sleeping.  Wouldn't eat, and didn't want to move from her comfy spot next to Mama.  She slept through the night with no coughing, or rattling, but she scared me half to death that she didn't want to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Babies are scary when they're sick and don't sleep, and they're scary when they're well and sleep like rocks...  I'm never happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-8569910565327006272?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8569910565327006272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=8569910565327006272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8569910565327006272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/8569910565327006272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick_28.html' title='Sick?'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-265988970321767386</id><published>2007-11-26T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:42:22.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother, er Sister Hen</title><content type='html'>Just got home from Abrielle's two week check-up...   Took Liana with me.   (John is still off work, so he was home with the other two.)  I'm *SOOOOO* lucky to have such great helpers!!!!   She is such a mother-hen!!!   The nurse told us to take Abrielle's clothes off, and Liana asked if that meant her little mittens too.   The nurse said yup, and then Liana said, "You know she has sharp nails and she might scratch herself, do we have to take them off?"   lol...   I knew she'd be a fabulous big sister!   :O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-265988970321767386?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/265988970321767386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=265988970321767386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/265988970321767386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/265988970321767386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/mother-er-sister-hen.html' title='Mother, er Sister Hen'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686356.post-6941659886184470371</id><published>2007-11-22T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:42:15.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>What a nice Thanksgiving! John's sister and kids came up for dinner (her hubby is a hunter, so he was off looking for his deer for the day). We had way too much food, but this mama is going to appreciate the leftovers, especially since I'm still dragging from whatever bug this is. It was nice to not have an enormous house full of company since we're still sick, but it was also nice to not be "alone" for the holiday too. Just enough company to be special, but not enough to make it stressful, know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the girls and I finished up the pies (four kinds this year; apple, plum, cherry-cranberry and pumpkin.) And when I say "girls" that includes Abrielle. John plunked her in the middle of the kitchen table between the flour canister and the Crisco and she had her very first pie-making tutorial. Can't start too young I guess! She'll be a pro by the time she's ten! It was really fun, though it did seem "wrong" to let such a new baby get floured up! Liana and Aleksa love to play with dough scraps, so they were having a ball. (Adam and Papa were off playing a game together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really intimidated about making the turkey... only tried that a few times before and it hasn't ever been very good at all. (Can you say D.R.Y.?) This year though, we put the birdie in a salt-water brine overnight, and WOW was it yummy! I'll never make it any other way again! (Thank you allrecipes.com!!) (Well, John actually made it, because I couldn't do all the lifting involved.) If you've never tried making a turkey this way, ya gotta give it a whirl - you don't even have to baste it in the roasting process! It's juices are sealed in from the salt-water soak. Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to be thankful for... I hope you all found many things to thank God for too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686356-6941659886184470371?l=shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6941659886184470371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686356&amp;postID=6941659886184470371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6941659886184470371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686356/posts/default/6941659886184470371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shellyfishersblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332615771493520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
