tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35710181358927644832024-03-05T00:55:28.264-08:00My BelleMy Belle...Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-90362812548530029122018-10-06T18:09:00.000-07:002018-10-06T18:09:56.902-07:00What I love about you at 15<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What I Love about you at 15...</h2>
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<li>The older you get the more I like you. Love is automatic but you make it easy.</li>
<li>Every year I see myself more and more in who you are becoming. I used to say "mini-me" but you are only a few inches from seeing eye-to-eye</li>
<li>You are one of the bravest kids I know. You have rocked this whole being the new kid for the past five years. This summer you took the lemons you were given and made lemonade at gauntlet. You made new friends and loved on new friends. I couldn't be more proud.</li>
<li>You broadened your friend group at church by joining another small group with all new friends. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>You left the safety of your small Christian school with such a sweet friend group and walked into a public school for the first time in the 10th grade. If you were afraid, I couldn't tell and I felt more nervous than you appeared to be. You stepped into a new place with mostly new people and didn't seem to miss a step.</li>
<li>You boldly have challenged friends and mended fences instead of running away. I know adults who struggle to confront, heal, and deal when hurt. </li>
<li>You are still a mess in your own spaces, but somehow figure out how to keep up with your job of doing dishes. </li>
<li>You continue to swim for the exercise and camaraderie. You've moved up to the older group and continue to be a faithful swimmer going four days a week for two hours a day.</li>
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<li>You are not caught up in the superficial as we have to encourage you to fix up every now and then. </li>
<li>There's really no one other than your Daddy I'd rather hang out with. </li>
<li>Your sarcasm and sense of humor are contagious. You make me genuinely laugh just like your Daddy.</li>
<li>Your confidence has blown me away this year. You walk your sister into her special needs class each day. You're not only void of embarrassment but you hang out and get to know the other kids and adults in her special ed room. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>You are terrific with little kids. I love watching how they run to hug you. To see you interact so sweetly with them warms my heart. It a beautiful glimpse into the mama you will be one day.</li>
<li>I can count on one hand the people you don't get along with. Everyone pretty much automatically likes you. </li>
<li>You came into our world as the biggest breath of fresh air and taught us how to be parents of typical. We were so caught up in a crazy world that frightened us that we didn't understand. God allowed you to show us a paralleled universe where unique could bloom alongside the beauty of you.</li>
<li>We thought you were brilliant from the start. You just did everything like the books and joined our world without skipping a beat. It was your normal and seeing it through your eyes has and always will be life-giving.</li>
<li>You never complain about babysitting your sisters. You're eager to give me a break, especially when it means you taking a sick day. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>You are easily amused like your mama. You enjoy doing just about anything because you're always up for doing anything.</li>
<li>You jump into any craft or diy project to the point you <i>wanted </i>to paint your room by yourself. </li>
<li>You've started to sit and chat more this year. We used to feel like we were dragging feelings out of you but now we find you next to us more often than not. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>You're not afraid to try new things.</li>
<li>You are a bit of a chameleon in that you can adjust and integrate into your surroundings as needed.</li>
<li>You aren't "full of yourself" or overly worried about your appearance. You're simply naturally beautiful and you don't even realize it. </li>
<li>Your quick wit and sarcasm are beyond your years, and often leaves me in stitches! </li>
<li>You have always been extremely competent to the point I don't even realize how ahead of your peers you are sometimes. It's natural and easy for you to do what needs to be done without missing a beat or expectation of fanfare. </li>
<li>You continue to be a "mini-mom" to Millie, and your relationship is the sweetest thing. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>You handle Abby with patience, kindness, and amazing competence. </li>
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<li>You are a loyal friend. You don't step on someone to lift yourself up. You're consistent and someone to count on. </li>
<li>You are calm during the chaos and are not tossed by the wind and rain of life. You are a steady beacon. You feel deeply but it can take a lot for the emotions to come out. </li>
<li>You always find the best gals around to be your friends. I think it's a good bit of divine directing and blessing on your life, but wherever we are you always find the best kids to call friends. </li>
<li>You aren't afraid to be yourself. You're content in who God made you to be.</li>
<li>You are the most grounded teen I know. I'd love to take the credit but I think the Lord has had HIS hand in a special way from the start.</li>
<li>I have moments where I mourn the passage of time, but with you, I always look forward to the future because each stage has brought more fun! I love the glimpses of the woman God is growing you into. I always knew I'd love you, but I couldn't have imagined how much I'd like you. You are so much fun! </li>
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Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-20456904051001305922017-10-06T05:49:00.004-07:002017-10-06T05:53:09.432-07:00What I love about you at 14<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What I Love about you at 14...</h2>
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<li>You came into our world as the biggest breath of fresh air and taught us how to be parents of typical. We were so caught up in a crazy world that frightened us and we didn't understand. God allowed you to show us a paralleled universe where unique could bloom alongside the beauty of you.</li>
<li>We thought you were brilliant from the start. You just did everything like the books and joined our world without skipping a beat. It was your normal and seeing it through your eyes has and always will be life-giving.</li>
<li>Your smile makes me happy.</li>
<li>You're so easy to be around because you are like sitting with the perfect combination of myself and the person I loved first in life, your daddy. </li>
<li>You are easily amused. </li>
<li>You are the first one to accompany me to the store or just a running errands. </li>
<li>You will find a project or craft and spend days emersed in it.</li>
<li>You're so content in our world. You don't have may high highs or low lows. You're generally happy or can find your happy quickly. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>You're not afraid to try new things.</li>
<li>Failing doesn't destroy you.</li>
<li>You are a bit of a chameleon in that you can adjust and integrate into your surroundings as needed.</li>
<li>You aren't "full of yourself" or overly worried about your appearance. You're simply naturally beautiful and you don't even realize it. </li>
<li>You "just keep swimming" in the pool and life. You are coachable and rarely upset at instruction, intervention or redirection. </li>
<li>You fly under the radar enough to mostly do as you please. </li>
<li>Your quick wit and sarcasm are beyond your years, and often leaves me in stitches! It's even funnier when those around you don't get what you are saying. </li>
<li>You have always been extremely competent to the point I don't even realize how ahead of your peers you are at times. It's natural and easy for you to do what needs to be done without missing a beat or expectation of fanfare. Like babysitting with Grandpa and changing an explosive diaper as if you have done it a thousand times but in reality, it was your first (of Abby's). </li>
<li>I love watching you step into your areas of giftedness with such ease. You love working with little kids and they love you. It blesses my heart when I see you interacting with them. You've been a "mini-mom" to Millie since she came home and your relationship is the sweetest thing. I'm not sure I'm needed when I walk into a room to find Millie in a chair placed in the pantry for "time out". <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>To come home to find you've given Abby her meds and put her to bed; as well as fed the girls "because it was time for dinner" or directed care for a new caregiver of Abby's. I'm pretty sure you spoil me :)</li>
<li>You love your people and are such a loyal friend. You don't step on someone because something better came up. You're consistent and someone to count on. </li>
<li>You are calm during the chaos and are not tossed by the wind and rain of life. You are a steady beacon. You feel deeply but it can take a lot for the emotions to come out. </li>
<li>You always find the best gals around to be your friends. I think it's a good bit of divine directing and blessing on your life, but wherever we are you always find the best kids to call friends. </li>
<li>You aren't afraid to be yourself. You're content in who God made you to be.</li>
<li>You are the most grounded teen I know. </li>
<li>I have moments where I mourn the passage of time, but with you, I always look forward to the future because each stage has brought more fun! I love the glimpses of the woman God is growing you into. I always knew I'd love you, but I couldn't have imagined how much I'd like you. You are so much fun! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-38858949208525986672016-10-06T06:53:00.004-07:002016-10-06T07:03:31.352-07:00What I Love About You at 13<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What I LOVE about you at thirteen!</h2>
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<li>You've redeemed my view of middle school kids! All the crazy is more hysterical to me than puzzling and irritating like I thought it would be. </li>
<li>I love watching you start to know God as your God and take ownership of your relationship with Him. </li>
<li>Watching you stretch into a teenager with so much less drama than your peers is a gift (aside from the palmetto bug freak outs :)</li>
<li>Watching you "friend" in a new place has been more impressive than most adults I know.</li>
<li>Your loyalty to your people is beautiful</li>
<li>You're so brave to start swim team this year as the oldest girl in the new group and just do your thing. You're not moved by starting a little late by swim standards and display a confidence I'm so very proud of. </li>
<li>You're Independence with school is a level of maturity not seen in some older kids and it is a gift to us. It's so great to see you take responsibility for your grades without constant nudging!</li>
<li>Your confidence with school!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SPIRIT WEEK: nerd day!</td></tr>
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<li>Your ability to continue to enter new situations with new people in a new place without fear is something to behold. </li>
<li> Your ability to "mom" your baby sister and any other toddler is so precious. The love between you is evident and makes me smile every day. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<li>The care-giving instinct you have with your sisters is natural and God given.</li>
<li>Watching you guide Abby when needed and constantly clean up after her without regard for how unfair it can be is so lovely.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">significantly taller than Abby now!</td></tr>
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<li>Your growing patience with your creative sister has been so sweet to see.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fixing MaryAlice's hair</td></tr>
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<li>Your quick wit and sarcasm is nothing short of amazing! Keeping it in check as not to be disrespectful is a challenge for one that spouts it so naturally. One day you will join the ranks of two parents who speak fluent sarcasm and we will be so proud!</li>
<li>Watching you is like watching myself grow up in more ways than I can count. I learn from watching you. It's hard to see my own faults, but more evident in you which helps me work on my weaknesses as I'm correcting you. ie... "<strike>You </strike> We need to work on ______."</li>
<li>I love to see you standing up for yourself and your people more. </li>
<li>I love that I can now wear your old shoes!</li>
<li>Your non-verbal language is legendary (not sure where you got that).</li>
<li>You're so easily amused that any outing or "stay date" thrills you</li>
<li>You love family. Visiting family in MN and GA is always "the best" to you. </li>
<li>You have more grace for the people you love than I do, and it challenges me. </li>
<li>The level of logic you possess is brilliant!</li>
<li>Our shared love of crafting!</li>
<li>The glimpse of the friend you will be to this mom who adores you makes me tear up. I have to pull the mom card often yet because it's easy to just hang out and enjoy our time together rather than parent you.</li>
<li>I'm so very proud of you and the person you are growing into! You are such a big piece of my heart running around outside my body!</li>
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When you were young, I said I couldn't have given God a better list of such a perfect fit to our family, and that belief grows with each passing day! </div>
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"Hey Belle!... <i>we love you!!!"</i></div>
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Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-43610605463650146132014-06-21T20:34:00.001-07:002014-06-21T20:36:45.442-07:00What I Love About You at 10<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What I Love About You at 10</h2>
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<li>Your willingness to be a gopher and assist with anything... anytime. You've been able to direct care for Abby since you were three. </li>
<li>Watching you think. You're so much like your mama and I was always called a thinker growing up. </li>
<li>Seeing how you react to situations and knowing what is going through your head because it's so much like me</li>
<li>Those rare moments when you get talking. You're so introspective and such an internal processor that it often takes awhile for you to be ready to talk about stuff that's going on.</li>
<li>Your willingness to allow so many people into your life and accommodating new friends so easily</li>
<li>You are so easily amused just like your parents! We have so much fun doing the simple things in life! Building a fort or going for a bike ride energizes you!</li>
<li>You love to go anywhere. You're always game for an adventure!</li>
<li>I love the way you care for your little sister. You can not only care for her, but you also genuinely enjoy playing with her</li>
<li>You are soooo very logical. You've spoiled us with how easily logic speaks to you.</li>
<li>You've started to enjoy reading and I love the fact that you will sit and read without being coerced </li>
<li>Your acceptance of this crazy life in such stride</li>
<li>I love that you see kids with disabilities and it doesn't even phase you. I remember you sitting next to a friend who has seizures while his alarms were going off with one. I ran into the room to make sure you were okay and not traumatized by watching the seizure. I was trying to be nonchalant and ask if it was his first seizure today, and without skipping a beat you said completely calmly, "No, it's his second, I think." You amaze me!</li>
<li>Your love of the kitchen and cooking with me or on your own. You can already make so many things from scratch. A new show on TV has spiked your interest. It's called Master Chef junior. It's kids from 9 to 13 competing in a cooking competition. </li>
<li>You adore your Daddy and love to go anywhere with him.</li>
<li>You love an art project. Anything crafty peeks your attention which is fun for me since I like random stuff too!</li>
<li>Your favorite position in softball is "my turn on the bench". Although I wish we shared this, it's super funny and we had to be different in some way :)</li>
<li>Your sense of style and wanting to do the opposite of what I pick out, but then again turn around and love Abby's outfits (which I pick out entirely)</li>
<li>You love to see the doctor and dentist. You often ask when your next appointment is :)</li>
<li>Going on a date with you! Love to just hang out. It's just so easy and fun! </li>
<li>You are so easily amused... just like me! We can turn anything into an event and you've learned to do it with MA too! </li>
<li>Your adoration for your baby sister. You love, love, love baby Millie! I never thought you would enjoy her so much as you've not been a baby lover until now. </li>
<li>Your growing patience and responsibility with Abby. You're an extra pair of hands and you're gaining competence and enjoying her now more and more.</li>
<li>So much of what excites me in this life, excites you! </li>
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<b>5th grade</b><br>
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<b>favorite subject: </b><i>art</i><br>
<b>least favorite: </b>handwriting<br>
<b>favorite things to do outside of school:</b> bike ride, swimming<br>
<b>best friends:</b> Anjolie, Therese, Tirzah<br>
<b>favorite thing to do with daddy: </b>date- movie and eat out<br>
<b>favorite thing to do with mommy: </b>bike ride<br>
<b>what do you like to do with your sisters? </b>Abby: stuff MaryAlice: play<br>
<b>favorite foods: </b>panna kakku & crepes, cinnamon french toast<br>
<b>What would you like to be when you grow up? </b>own a diner<br>
<b>who do you think you should marry? </b>a boy<br>
<b>How many kids would you like to have? </b>at least five<br>
<b>Where would you like to live? </b>South Carolina<br>
<b>why? </b>"because I was born there"<br>
<b>will you have pets? what kind? how many? </b>yes. a couple of dogs and a turtle<br>
<b>favorite sport? </b>softball<br>
<b>Favorite restaurant: </b>noodles- mac 'n cheese<br>
<b>Favorite vacation spot: </b>Georgia<br>
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For some odd reason Belle has been feeling the need to plan every last detail of her "grown up" life... Today! <br />
Earlier today we had a discussion that went something like this...<br />
Belle: "I am NOT living in MN when I grow up"<br />
Me: (acting surprised) "Why not?"<br />
B: "There's not enough snow here. I want to live somewhere where there is more snow. We need snow and a prairie."<br />
Me: "What for?"<br />
B: "Our farm... Well, Tirzah will be the farmer and I'll work in town and be a hair stylist or something. Can you go to college to be a farmer?"<br />
Me: "sort of"<br />
B: "Well, then we want to go to the same college together and we'll both become farmers. Can you home school college farming?"<br />
Me: "Sort of but not really... kind of" (I'm not sure what to say here)<br />
B: "MaryAlice, do you want to live with me or Tirzah (I guess today was the deadline to decide)? Selah wants to live by me. We will need a big house because we're all going to have a lot of kids! Maybe we'll have houses by each other. Tirzah can live on the farm and we'll live around her."<br />
MA: (getting into the discussion) "I want to be a gardener and live in here with mom."<br />
B: "you can't live here and by us because we're not going to live in MN... maybe WI (I have no idea where that came from), GA or AL (because those three are soooo similar with WAY more snow)"<br />
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If that wasn't enough random laughs for the day, Belle has proceeded to make a book about what she wants to be when she gets older and she's planning to give it to Uncle and Miss Amanda at the rehearsal dinner (because that makes sense). Maybe she wants them to live with her?<br />
She just told me Grandma is going to publish it because she can make sure the book is good. <br />
She's drawing pictures of barns at this point. <br />
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B: "Our husbands will have to stay home at Halloween"<br />
Me: "What?" (I'm so lost in this randomness that I'm diminished to one or two word intelligible sentences at this point)<br />
B: (In her best 'are you stupid' voice with the equally demeaning facial expression) "To hand out candy to the kids who are trick or treating... and watch football, of course." <br />
Me: "Sure" (still confused why we're deciding on who stays home on Halloween after she's married)<br />
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The girls have had heated discussions all day as Belle pressures MaryAlice into decisions she didn't know existed let alone have to make at four, such as who she is going to live with... or next to (they haven't decided if they will have one big house or each their own). One discussion involved the formations of who would live where by the farm. There were diagrams and hand gestures. At one point I was trying to listen and be supportive, but it turned into something akin to playing a combinations of charades and pictionary. I was so confused by the urgency of completing these details and her frustration with me not reading her mind on the subject that I walked away mid sentence. This didn't please her and she gave up with the line up of houses (for the moment). Not sure when I've seen her more enraptured with a topic. <br />
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MA just wants to garden. She's stuck with that all day. The topic reminded me today that the last occupation Belle wanted when she grew up was to be a Dentist. I was content with that, but that dream faded when she had to have work done on her teeth and it included pain :( I figured I needed to document these new occupations for future blackmail :)<br />
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They are finally to bed and I'm exhausted with all her plans; although, I am thinking of some choice questions on the topic to introduce tomorrow! Maybe we can find out who they plan on marrying and what they will do with their parents!!!! See, if I had more time to prepare for this insanity I could've played along much better and had more to document :D <br />
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...Yes, Ashley, this is what we do for fun up here in the tundra :)</div>
Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-2238029010010215852012-08-19T20:38:00.001-07:002012-08-19T20:38:34.060-07:00Abby found Belle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Abby has been doing the back up onto a lot of laps these days, but this day she found her little sister's lap for the first time... so cute! Belle was a bit caught off guard, but as you can see, they had a moment. Belle has traditionally been such a competent caregiver. No... she doesn't actually take care of Abby, but she's been able to direct care for her since she was three. She's spent her days dodging a pinch or a pull, but not really connecting with her on any level like a sister would; whereas, MA go to see a more interactive Abby. Belle is just starting to see Abby as a person to interact with. They even shared the backseat of the van on the way down to GA this summer. The slept through the night without Abby attacking! Amazing...<br />
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Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-78705337674705907032012-08-19T20:27:00.002-07:002012-08-19T20:27:27.463-07:00U10 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Belle played fastpitch softball U10 for the first time this year at eight. Mom coached! We had the sweetest group of girls and the best parents around! Kris Mallet officially assisted, but there were always extra parents around practice and games to help out... great parents, right? <br />
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Our team was mostly 8 and 9 year olds, with a couple of 7s and a few 10s, while most teams we played had mostly 10/11 year olds! Needless to say we got beat pretty good most games, but the girls improved a ton! With a few games to be played this year we have won a game, but only won and the team we beat had a great coach who understood this whole learning the game thing. Most of the coaches were pretty cool about teachng, but there were a couple who ran the score up and were just jerks. We even played one coach who was stealing bases after they were ahead by double digits. What do you teach kids about life? So sad to see these kind of people leading children. I'm not a perfect specimen at all times and I made some mistakes in the area of role modeling, I'm sure; but... I'll let it go now :)<br />
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We actually started hitting the last couple games of the year. Being a stronger defensive player I typically "hit" that first, so it took me a few games (half the season) before concentrating on the offensive side. They started hitting and having a bit more fun running the bases and such. By the time playoffs came, we had a chance to win our first game and we I was excited until the temp went to the upper 90s and our game was postponed. This change made it impossible for me and Belle to attend the game as we had already planned to be in GA for our family vacation and that couldn't be changed. <br />
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A couple of veteran ball playing dads took over and I was able to follow my girls via texting with a fellow coach and some parents. the girls started the game with a 4-0 run, but ended up losing to a homerun by the opposing team. Way to go girls! They improved so much and I was so proud of them by the end of the year. Everyone hit the ball by the last game! <br />
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<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You still like school, but it's fallen a bit as it doesn't work to to get you up in the morning to whisper that it's okay to stay home today... you'll take me up on it now</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You like to paint your nails and be girly by dressing up, but the idea of wearing a skirt to school is ludicrous now</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You have the cutest laugh and still love to cuddle. We curbed most of the middle of the night sneeking into bed with mom by putting another warm body with you... MA!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love to listen to you tickling your little sister and playing with her. You're an amazing big sister!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You've decided you want to play softball this year and have actually started to play catch with mom. It's been like pulling teeth to get you to do before now and I decided not to push it, but I have to admit that I love playing with my girl!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You've started to develop a sense of style. You like to pick out your own clothes and definitely have an aversion to some stuff. I'm so thankful for a dress code, so we only have two days a week to deal with clothes. You discovered Justice much to my dismay because the clothes are so poorly made that they only last for one kid, but I'm learning to get deals so we can make it work!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You still are Daddy's girl. He's the one you want to be with above all others :) I guess it makes sense since you're so much like the girl he married!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You despise being noticed and do anything to not bring attention to yourself. I often wonder how that works with a sister like Abby who gets stared at all the time. We couldn't figure out why you wouldn't wear the new Twinkle Toes you picked out, but you finally admitted you didn't like how everyone commented on them whenever you wore them. It took a bit, but now you wear them daily!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You got an iphone this year w/o service as Mom got upgraded when Daddy did, but keep losing it becuase you are addicted to the idea of unlimited netflix. It doesn't work with the 1/2 hour a day rule... </div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Your cousin Tirzah is still your best buddy! You two are so different, but it seems to work. You've started to talk on the phone on a more regular basis even. </div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You are the youngest in your class, but sticking strong with A's and B's. You're real solid when you try, but you don't care about perfection, but getting it done so you can go outside!</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Your work at a slow pace which makes sense because you're our kid. You have so much going on in your head that you're easily distracted. </div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You have such a matter-of-fact way of looking at life. You're not easily upset or moved by most of what takes place. I think you take it in and process it later, since things often come out much later than when they took place. </div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You've very logical and you get sarcasm. We've had to teach you (and us) that it's not always appropriate :)</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You are growing in your understanding of God and the Bible. You take it all in as a lot of information, but we're looking forward to seeing you apply what you learn as you grow. You've definitely had a profession of faith, but aren't sure about baptism yet as the idea of talking in front of a group is daunting. We keep encouraging it, but feel when you're ready it will come.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You're naturally such a nice girl and you make friends easily. You like to please the adults in your life and once you favor someone it's a bit deeper. You're not like your little sister who likes everyone. You choose your people more carefully.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Your little sister thinks you hung the moon. She absolutely adores you and everything you do. She gives you a hard time, but is devastated when you're not here. </div></li>
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</tbody></table>My cousin, Ashley came for Grandpa's funeral and stayed with us. We enjoyed her so much we kept asking her to stay longer, but when she couldn't swing it she said she would come back for a visit. Everyone says that but seldom actually does so. The girls kept asking me when she was coming back, and I kept putting them off with, "She's working and doesn't know when she can come." To my surprise she came in August and we had a blast playing tour guide! The girls loved the adventures with Miss Ash-a-lee as MA calls her! <br />
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We spent the first day up the shore to Gooseberry Falls, Palisade Head and had a picnic lunch at the boat launch in Silver Bay. In total Moore fashion we kept going and finished our day with dinner at Lindos and a walk on the boardwalk! MaryAlice had fallen asleep by the time we pulled into Gooseberry, so Andy opted to give her a rest and let me and Belle take Ashley down to the falls. It was an amazing day and we should've brought our swim suits. I'm from here and don't think a trip up the shore means swimming, but this day would've been beautiful to swim in the falls. We waded around anyway and got a bit wet too! It ended up being best that MA was asleep because it would've been tough for her to navigate everywhere we wanted to go.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my knees are shaking... </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WAY TOO CLOSE TO THE EDGE!</td></tr>
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The next day we hit the Rose Gardens for a quieter day. The girls were obviously exhausted from the previous day and were cranky until they decided to cool off in the fountain! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I seriously thought Ashley was going to jump in and<br />
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Saturday Ashley spent with the Pavolas. Andrea and Ashley went for massages... I should've been there for that one! On Sunday we met the Pavs again after church down at Park Point for a day at the beach. The weather was lovely and the water was about as warm as I've ever remembered it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I fell in... I won't do that again"<br />
It was ice cold here on the boardwalk</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Water fight at the Rose Garden!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">soaked from head to toe!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abby's love/hate relationship with the fountain</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belle and MA wanted to climb the tree </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leif Erickson Park cooling off our toes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">cousins :)</td></tr>
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I made a point of saving some of the sights for future visits! We didn't want her to think she had seen everything :)Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-50406041397444913992011-09-27T08:04:00.000-07:002011-09-27T08:04:19.896-07:00baseball year 2Some highlights from this year... <div><ul><li>Belle was one of two girls on the coach pitch baseball team this year. </li>
<li>She is getting better at throwing and hitting, but still a bit scared of the ball still with catching :) </li>
<li>Running onto the field so excited to play 2nd base... forgetting her glove in the dugout :)</li>
<li>showing up for practice in a cute shirt and biker shorts... not knowing the practice had been changed to a game (yes, I'm one of "those" parents)</li>
<li>my little lefty going three for three!</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ready... hat, gloves and t-shirt... check</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a bit timid at the start of the year, but getting at least one hit every game!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fans! usually busy at the playground</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma & Grandpa were the biggest fans... with camera in hand!</td></tr>
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</div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-17029083486420716022011-09-27T07:55:00.000-07:002011-09-27T07:55:58.638-07:004th of JulyBelle, MaryAlice, Tirzah and I watched the fireworks from Skyline Parkway with a bunch of friends from church. I'm not sure if the girls enjoyed the fireworks as much as they enjoyed going from lap to lap :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hailey, betsy, danielle & owen, jessica & belle, calla & MaryAlice, Tirzah & Mary</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls spent most of the night fighting over Jessica & Calla's laps!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Owen liked sitting with the friends!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MaryAlice discovered her love of miss mary!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we did actually watch the fireworks</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MA is supposed to be smiling for the camera :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belle had to wear her red, white & blue tie dye shirt she made in school<br />
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</tbody></table>We had a lot of fun, but will not pick the "on the ledge seating" so soon with kids! Thankfully there were many eyes on the kids because the few feet of ground between falling off the ledge and the road definitely made me nervous. We stayed for the entire show and got home after 11pm. All the girls were asleep in the car when I finally got home. What a fun evening!Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-7980487494168913882011-05-26T20:06:00.000-07:002011-05-26T20:06:15.570-07:00fashion partyOne of Belle's friends had a fashion themed birthday party. We had a lot of fun picking out fancy to walk the catwalk. Belle had a ball!<br />
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</tbody></table>It's funny how many times Abby has been under for some procedure or another, but how nervous I was when Belle had to go through it. It was a deja vu moment. It suddenly brought me back to Abby's first procedure and all the nerves I stuffed somewhere came back. Abby has issues, but Belle... My Belle. It was all about real life and typical kids. Belle had an issue. She doesn't have "issues". <br />
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I find myself "giving them back to God"<br />
over and over and over again<br />
I try to hang on to them and forget who's really in control<br />
I want to protect them<br />
It's my job, right?<br />
No... it's not<br />
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</tbody></table>My job is to point my girl to the one who can protect her<br />
Who will never leave her nor forsake her<br />
To place her hand in the one who's the Rock, unchanging<br />
To be human along with her and glorify our God together<br />
To Reflect the God I love<br />
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I put her in His capable hands on this day<br />
His reminder to me that He loves and cares for her far better than I ever could<br />
Not a big life threatening deal<br />
Oral surgery<br />
Pretty routine, but...<br />
I grew this day along with her and knew the moment she told me she was scared as we wrapped up our pre-surgery shopping therapy at Justice that this was what this was all about...<br />
She needed to rely on her faith this day<br />
not mine<br />
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Oh how I love this girl!Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-72017066860566931862011-03-22T18:07:00.000-07:002011-03-22T18:07:58.259-07:00Just Dance!Friends of ours let us borrow their Just Dance Wii game and we're addicted. We need to move the TV out of our room so it's not so weird playing on our bedroom... Check out the action:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I couldn't be laughing harder unless I was watching myself!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mik is on the clock so she has no choice but to join us!!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-75620213410411923602011-01-07T22:12:00.000-08:002011-01-07T22:14:46.243-08:00Christmas 2010I had to post most of our Christmas fun on Belle's sight becuase she still enjoys it all the most! MaryAlice is starting to get into the idea, but at two she's pretty oblivious outside of her awe of all the decorations. She loves the decorations! Belle still takes the cake in overall enjoyment of... everything! She loves it all from the visits to Bentlyville to all the parties and playing in the snow! I love doing life with this angel! She lifts my spirits and just loves being with us. She likes us as much as we like us! She's so me! So utterly easily amused. So here's the Christmas roll...<br />
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We started they holidays with a visit to Bentlyville with the Tanners. Some of the highlights were the bundled up Moores vs. the barely clothed Tanners. Nearly all of them lacked coverings for hands or head and jackets were optional. Needless to say, we rushed through it which suited us perfectly with a two year old in tow. They were all just as happy to get to the pizza place for dinner! What a fun night!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belle & I sported our beautiful matching fur hats that Ethel had made for us last year</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ian, Graham & Belle sipping their hot cocoa or "chocolate water" as Belle calls it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belle eating up her time with Grandma and Grandpa who enjoyed the concert with us</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-36331998790285180902010-12-11T21:09:00.000-08:002010-12-11T21:09:41.023-08:00Thanksgiving 2010Thanksgiving was great again this year! I decided it deserved to be on Belle's blog because she's the one who enjoys all the get-togethers the most. MaryAlice too loves the friends, but Belle is the one who truly loves all the events. She'd be at one daily if it was up to her :)<br />
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We enjoyed a completely gluten/dairy free meal and it was delicious! Dad and Ben were even with us. They're usually hunting over Thanksgiving, so it was a rare treat. Dad even added pheasant to our traditional turkey meal. <br />
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We made family history with a family picture. It wasn't great or even really good, but it was us... <br />
all of us in one picture.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Ben spent the night with us & the girls loved it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this was a better representation of our pic event!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The whole family!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-81953926140115017132010-10-18T19:29:00.000-07:002010-10-18T19:29:08.362-07:00out of school<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMa8wHkODJqaXKmAuWxADHWxrjqGohvSmwfmpNLPPRmsDoM8bHnvax1I2ZlZicQ8572JQ8X_8RjMHwxRv2WweRC4LICfVywpVszBxWTIQl0eeV18AXcVX26eLk8BgXpI4RUqkCa840t1mq/s1600/fall+2010+new+bike+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMa8wHkODJqaXKmAuWxADHWxrjqGohvSmwfmpNLPPRmsDoM8bHnvax1I2ZlZicQ8572JQ8X_8RjMHwxRv2WweRC4LICfVywpVszBxWTIQl0eeV18AXcVX26eLk8BgXpI4RUqkCa840t1mq/s320/fall+2010+new+bike+006.jpg" width="320" /></a>My poor Belle was out of school almost a whole week with a fever over 102 degrees and a dreadfully sore mouth. The first couple of days she simply seemed to have a bug where she seemed fine during the day, but suffered from a high fever in the evenings. A few days later the fever persisted throughout the day and sore gums accompanied the fever leaving us to assume her molars were coming in as two were just appearing and the other two well swollen. A day later I begged her dentist to take a look as he determined an infection from the molars emerging. He gave her antibiotics and prescribed a peroxide/water mouthwash a few times a day (it seemed simple, but was pure torture to her). A couple days later her entire mouth seemed red and swollen without improvement, so we went to the pediatrician who said it was a viral infection that would go away in five to eight days. As we were on the 7th day and seemingly improving, albeit slightly, this all made sense. She was pitiful uncomfortable for the better part of a week, but on the bright side I so enjoyed having her around with me and MaryAlice! I send her to school for her benefit alone right now. If she didn't love it so much, it would be an easy decision to keep her home with us. </div><br />
Look at the honey. I had to take some pics, so we could document our tough girl. She's such a lightweight when it comes to injuries, but crazy tough when it comes to any sicknesses. She has been known to wake up in the middle of the night, go to the toilet to vomit and then come tell me. She was no less amazing during this sickness. What a trooper!Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-13079043167688930912010-10-11T19:52:00.000-07:002010-10-11T19:52:45.897-07:007th Birthday party!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Belle had her first girlfriend birthday party this past weekend. We had so much fun with ten girls here! Thanks to Grandma Mary, Auntie Andrea and Danielle it went smoothly. The girls did some crafts first as they came in. They made tissue flowers and wrapped them around their wrists as bracelets. Then they decorated their bags for their stuff and took turns putting tatoos on. </div><br />
I missed getting pictures of Daddy giving rides on the go-kart we borrowed from a friend. We thought a few would like a ride, but they soon all lined up for a turn! Wish I had some pics of this. Next we divided into two groups and along with Grandma and Auntie the groups had to perform ten stunts and take a pic of each. The goofy group photos are those stunts. It was my creative way of getting pics of all the friends posing. They got into new groups and ran around for about half an hour looking for items in a scavenger hunt. They are all such nice girls. It was very cute how they were able to make friends with each other in such a short time. I was really proud of them. They were also very conscience of the younger girls and made a point to help them out whenever they could. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">back: Therese; Middle row: Belle, Chloe, Anjolie, Tirzah, Natty & Isabel; front row: Jaana, Jane & Audrey</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stunt game: lie on the ground like sardines</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dance</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sitting on top of something</td></tr>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Next we made homemade pretzels. This was a shot in the dark since I'd never done it before, but if you know me I like new things so we went for it. They turned out awesome! The girls enjoyed them along with red chili (per Belle's request) on a blanket outside which was enough to call it a picnic. Grandma became the waitress and "waited" on the girls. We finished the party with cupcakes and outside to collect wood for a bonfire. We invited the girls' families and our family over for a bonfire as they came to pick up their girls. There's nothing quite like a bonfire and the weather cooperated fully! We ended up roasting marshmallows and hanging out with friends until after 11 pm. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GdhW606iqirMrM8NSTMyf_b-Egy2JXj7NpQMK9bVg1zdHCnC-334yL289abtEgfJoTCJ6_qkzXvYOIu_7r4ZUcr2QJeZbbZpSfl8JDIcI7mPk4NshcaZyAS-APqQzyba3kbZf_w-ONmU/s1600/belle+7+bday+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GdhW606iqirMrM8NSTMyf_b-Egy2JXj7NpQMK9bVg1zdHCnC-334yL289abtEgfJoTCJ6_qkzXvYOIu_7r4ZUcr2QJeZbbZpSfl8JDIcI7mPk4NshcaZyAS-APqQzyba3kbZf_w-ONmU/s320/belle+7+bday+034.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Belle was in her element with a housefull of friends, but MaryAlice and Abby's reactions to all the friends in the house when they woke up from their marathon naps was priceless. MaryAlice couldn't smile big enough and Abby wasn't too far off. Abby usually hates all the noise and new commotion of a party, but she recognized the girls and was really happy to see them too! The party was for our Belle, but it makes it so much nicer to have her sisters having fun too!Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-84428495650270557182010-10-04T19:30:00.000-07:002010-10-04T19:30:28.593-07:00Apple utopiaBelle is happiest when we are out and about doing something... anything. This is where she's like her daddy... and mama, I guess. We went to Bayfield with the Tanners and she had a ball! Her and Graham always have a great time together. <br />
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</tbody></table>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-17591995032036284722010-09-28T13:01:00.001-07:002010-09-28T13:01:19.891-07:00there's a mouse in my house!We had such a great weekend! We started Thursday off with Belle having a fever and staying home from school, but by Friday afternoon she was bouncing off the walls. Ethel was sick on Thursday and Friday, so Abby was home from school- not so happy! Uncle Ben saved us by hanging out on Thursday and Molly came and took Abby to her utopia (school) for their half day on Friday. <br />
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Friday night Belle and I joined a friend and her two kids (Kris, Natty &amp; Leo) for classic movie night at their house. They're practically neighbors (5 min away in the country = neighbors) with a girl close to Belle's age, and I can't believe this is the first time we've done this. The movie was really good, as I like old classics, but the highlight was the "intermission". About halfway through the movie we heard scratching noises coming from the laundry room. I need to back up here. Neither of our husbands were there as Andy was home with Abby and MA and Jon &amp; Nik were camping. Leo, at 4, was the sole testosterone in the room.<br />
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Back to the scratching... I asked if she had a cat because it kind of sounded like a cat sneaking around ( FYI I don't like cats). She said no, so we figured it was a mouse. Mice are commonplace in the country, so we're not particularly surprised; but nonetheless shook up because we don't have our big male friends around to take care of any critter that shows itself. We know they can be around, but actually seeing them is a completely different animal (pun intended). <br />
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SCRATCH... SHUFFLE... SHUFFLE... SCRATCH! YIKES! Then she says, "Well, Jon did say that he put two traps out the other day, but when he went to check them... one of the traps was gone."<br />
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"NO WAY!" I say. So... let me get this straight. There is a mouse down here pulling a trap behind him because he's caught in it!!!!! "Probably," she says. I'm laughing at the thought of it... until...<br />
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"There it is!!!!" I shriek (as the intermission starts). The mouse is stuck under the buffet/desk (I don't remember what it was because I wasn't paying attention the furniture above the critter) about two yards from where I was sitting! I'm screaming because it isn't one of those typical mice appearances where they run across the floor so quickly that you might be able to convince yourself you were seeing things and not have to deal with it (I tell Andy so he can deal with it, but pretend I didn't see it so I don't lose my mind and have nightmares of mice in my bed). It was stuck, so we had to deal with it. Since neither of us are "warrior princesses" when it comes to small rodents, going anywhere near it wasn't going to happen. <br />
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At this point Kris still hadn't even looked at it. I sat there screaming and she just shook her head refusing to even look in the general direction. I'm just laughing at the thought of someone watching us. To top it off we had to make the kids stay away from it! Belle and Natty wanted to make a new pet of it. Unbeknownst to me there were visitors upstairs visiting Kris's dad who just had foot surgery (which is why he couldn't battle the thing himself). Thankfully, the guests included a male species who didn't find small rodents as fierce as we did. He moved the chest to set the mouse... and attached trap... free! <br />
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What was he thinking?! Now it was like one of those pitiful animals who had lost its back limbs and some psycho vet made a contraption with wheels to replace the back legs like prosthetics. It was dragging the trap behind it!<br />
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It just sat there in plain view (for me and the kids to see as Kris still didn't want to "face the giant")!!! I was so kind as to give her a play-by-play of every detail in a high pitched screeching voice. She especially enjoyed the part where I felt the need to give her details of the mouse's size being larger than a mere mole or shrew. We sat there staring at it as Natty rushed around the house looking for a camera (I had visions of winning America's Funniest Home Videos). I didn't even have my phone for the Kodak moment! Boy, were we a sight! <br />
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Thankfully Garrett showed up with a camera phone to capture the event, take it outside, and set it free... to come back in the house (I told Kris). He! He! What a fun evening! There is something unsettling about a mouse in your house, but something completely hysterical about one in someone else's!!!Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-91016094598801676242010-09-24T13:00:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:28:24.332-07:00please talk...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPufQ9Gp7qimomQPd-eY0egGjlIScDvjgu8ps1WWjwG_kZssLBVkscL3fuR_tZANVBnde8a_osJGRtslG61j-fNWCOCe4IxvJ__9BEbx5jQT40T-sulb1U3cZmoPM5UygB_D0EZoPW3Cxo/s1600/fall+2010+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPufQ9Gp7qimomQPd-eY0egGjlIScDvjgu8ps1WWjwG_kZssLBVkscL3fuR_tZANVBnde8a_osJGRtslG61j-fNWCOCe4IxvJ__9BEbx5jQT40T-sulb1U3cZmoPM5UygB_D0EZoPW3Cxo/s320/fall+2010+022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My girl LOVES school, but doesn't want to discuss it when she gets home. I wonder if it's because it's her private world or if she doesn't feel like anything special took place that needs to be rewarded with a conversation. </div><br />
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If you get a chance to read my last entry on my other blog <a href="http://awholelotofcrazyforonemom.blogspot.com/2010/09/second-try.html">Welcome to my world</a> you'll see that my frustrations with her are often my frustrations with myself. I don't often feel the need to talk about certain stuff. Sure, life affects me more than I let on, but sometimes it takes me some time to process stuff before I want to talk about it. Belle is just that. She'll all of a sudden randomly start talking. Oh how often my husband will look at me and say, "Where did that come from?" I just finished processing something and I HAVE to talk about it right away! <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB7o0NcRTsbGoL5D-1VRn3jwsSsp_-iol7WyDUSks0Yu7_01YGQmD2jXzL6-wIe2T6qx1NyOb4-Mu_BmehMuSwS6Fo7aRvgDKw7VK2O-2Kf-MYTq-JKYh-9RbZfiUvRgRc9gZRbKYNtj2/s1600/fall+2010+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinB7o0NcRTsbGoL5D-1VRn3jwsSsp_-iol7WyDUSks0Yu7_01YGQmD2jXzL6-wIe2T6qx1NyOb4-Mu_BmehMuSwS6Fo7aRvgDKw7VK2O-2Kf-MYTq-JKYh-9RbZfiUvRgRc9gZRbKYNtj2/s320/fall+2010+021.jpg" width="320" /></a> I'm totally "Random thoughts with Allison!"</div><br />
As I work on getting to know her better, I find that I'm getting to know myself better. In many ways it's like counseling myself when I have a discussion with her. I leave our conversation with her and finish it in my own head. It's a weird form of self talk.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07676495880005489092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571018135892764483.post-86105551185987004882010-09-09T08:16:00.000-07:002010-09-09T08:16:04.397-07:00First week of school 2nd grade<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the three 2nd grade girls</td></tr>
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Belle has eight kids in her class and a brand new (recently graduated) teacher who is super sweet and adorable. To say the least the kids adore Ms Flesvig. I wish I had more of an idea how school is because it is so her world, and she is hesitant to let others into it I guess. She likes to leave it there and rarely talks about it. I would wonder if she even liked it the way she is so tight lipped, but being ready to go before I get up tells me something. I had to call Krista Harju to see what Nik says to make sure it's going well!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belle and Therese</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Today was her third day. When I got up at 6:40, she was already dressed and downstairs eating her breakfast. We "let" her have cold cereal on school days. It's a treat for her because I "make" her eat big breakfasts on the weekends and during the summer. To add to the "treats" in her mind she's been begging me to ride the bus and do the after school program! We've decided to "let" her ride the bus from time to time on the way home (basically whenever Ethel decides to take Abby home early). That seemed to subdue her for the time being. The afterschool program will happen on occaision if we have an appointment to go to. She also liked that possibility. She's so funny like that! Who would've thought that riding the bus and going to daycare were special treats! Thank God she is like me and easily amused!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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