tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9906242294544786112024-02-06T22:00:06.954-06:00R. Family AdventuresKatie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-30347934872977431232012-04-19T19:29:00.000-05:002012-04-19T19:30:40.110-05:00Dorothy Mae Robertson Rolli<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Matthew's Nana passed away this morning. Nana will be greatly missed. Here are some memories we will always hold dear:</div>
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Matthew: Matthew remembers summers with Nana. Playing cards with Nana was a big part of their time spent together. At one point in Nana's life she was paralyzed, after 20+ years she recovered miraculously, Matthew would assist Nana at the grocery store during this time. They'd hop in her baby blue Pinto and head to the grocery store. As a reward Nana allowed Matthew to choose a comic book. Nana also played hide-and-seek with Matthew, they had to use their imaginations since Nana couldn't really walk around to hide. Nana told me once that she remembered Matthew saying, "Are you up a shree?" "Are you down a shree?" I guess Matthew hadn't mastered the /t/ sound at that point. There was also a time when Matthew and Nana were headed back to the farm from Nana's house and they brought a bunch of pennies with them as they were going to play "Garbage" with the pennies. Well they had left the pennies on top of the baby blue Pinto and when going around a corner the pennies fell all over the road. I believe they stopped to grab as many as they could but the road was tarred over soon after. That corner is still named "Penny Corner".</div>
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Me: Nana is quite possible the most prim and proper lady I knew. Her home was immaculate and everything was cleaned and decorated just so. Oh to see her table scape when we would all go to her tiny summer home on Rolli Rd. The dishes and serving pieces were always placed in just the right spots. Her fried chicken and pie crusts...... oh my goodness!!! Matthew and I had the foresight to ask her to put together some recipes for us. A year before we were married Nana gave us some of her favorite recipes in a recipe card holder. Her scalloped corn is one of my favorites. I do have her pie crust recipe, too. Nana also gave me a very special gift. She had received tiny cordial glasses from her husband on their 1-year anniversary, they were passed to me, a grand-daughter-in-law. I am still quite honored. I will always remember how much she loved my Isaiah and Anna. I remember especially with Isaiah she was just so proud to hold him when he was a baby. She got such a kick out of his big belly laugh as an infant. We also have a beautiful picture of Nana as a little girl, about 3 or 4 years, she is in a little farm dress and her little bare feet look as if they are just itching to get back to whatever it was she was doing. We know where Anna gets her busyness from I guess. If given a choice, Anna would be outside in a sundress and barefoot all summer as well.</div>
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Isaiah: My boy is sweet and tenderhearted. He just loved giving her hugs and talking about things. Isaiah remembers programming Nana's digital TV set-up. Oh, Nana just thought Isaiah was a genius for getting everything set for her. He explained it all so well too, according to our Nana. When Isaiah was about three we were at a Rolli reunion held at a WI State Park. This park also had a little gift shop from which a little brown Swiss Bessie Cow was purchased for Isaiah from Nana. Isaiah remembers this and the Bessie Cow has quite a special place in his heart.</div>
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Anna: Anna's favorite memory of Nana is from this past Christmas. Anna practiced and practiced the song called, "Happy Birthday, Jesus". When we visited Nana before the Christmas Eve service at church, Anna sang her song for Nana. I'm not sure what made Anna want to sing this song especially for Nana, but she did. Nana beamed.</div>
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Thank you, God, for the gift of Nana. Thank you that Isaiah and Anna have memories of their Great-Grandma, Nana. Thank you, for the gift of eternal life so that we who are left behind have hope, hope in Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. I pray this in your precious Son's name, Jesus Christ, Amen.</div>
<br />Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-17293416181554779872012-04-14T08:11:00.000-05:002012-04-14T11:41:08.821-05:00Born Again ~ Full CircleI have always had many questions that were not getting answered, in a clear manner. While growing up in the Catholic Church I followed along, although not very well. I did not pay attention or understand the mystery of the mass.<br />
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After leaving the Church in the early 90's I found some answers at the evangelical church. This was a wonderful stopping point for me. Matthew and I were married and we started our family in the evangelical church. My questions were getting answered.<br />
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While later attending a new church, due to our family moving, we began experiencing a new set of questions. We did not find the answers this time. Frustration set in as the further we dug, the more questions we unearthed.<br />
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Frustration led to disappointment until a conversation we had with my dad, mom, and sister. The conversation was emotional yet eye-opening. We were now on the right track to explore in the right direction. We needed something more, something deeper, something concrete.<br />
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We, as a family, are going full circle and coming home to the Catholic Church. We are excited and relieved. For the first time in a long time, we can breathe. This is one of the many resources we read that helped us understand and negate the misconceptions of the Catholic Church that we received for many years.<br />
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All the new questions that Matthew and I began to have were answered, finally. I recommend this book to all, whether wondering and disappointed or happy and content. This book does not attack any point-of-view but rather politely explains the basis of the Christian Church.<br />
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A special thank you to my Dad for faithfully praying for me and my family for so many years.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-73478179794209454752012-04-10T17:04:00.000-05:002012-04-10T17:04:09.598-05:00Well, hi there!I thought I would stop by and begin again. We have had numerous updates and changes since the last post. I'm quite sure many have abandoned all thoughts that I would return. I thought it would be fun to document the next phase in our life. I'm quite excited to see where this new journey takes our family. More information to follow. I am currently revamping the blog, new title, new look, new posts. This is the "testing 1, 2, 3" blog entry.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-36411184253425852612009-09-21T12:22:00.003-05:002009-09-21T12:39:46.739-05:00Looong Overdue #2 - First Day 2009Yes, the first day has come and gone. However, I now can post photos of the wondrous first day of Third grade and PreK. I also have some shots of my kiddoes going to their Open Houses the day before the first day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubHjUssPidGUR5aPYY3Ao1c1JvT35bczuvVNPXfnuaxPUJnWaaKTTbttmXmw2aIBVhfUDedgOiHu0pMhe0lk52m0ZSgWJdDIwYh-RGCcWAKbaD1ASjeg6jlcepY3DdIi690lRgdnhDv0/s1600-h/DSCN3855.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383973704999166770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubHjUssPidGUR5aPYY3Ao1c1JvT35bczuvVNPXfnuaxPUJnWaaKTTbttmXmw2aIBVhfUDedgOiHu0pMhe0lk52m0ZSgWJdDIwYh-RGCcWAKbaD1ASjeg6jlcepY3DdIi690lRgdnhDv0/s320/DSCN3855.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We went to Anna's Open House first. The PreK program is at the elementary school. She is very excited to be in Isaiah's old school<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPRjxeKT_lVomQrqawGQZ3NHMNmBi5mdW6NGJbhAVgpLq1bhcGhQQiPSNp8g3UodX95TKCaSRllKRqgcRb3qwzvgar0M0sFlfsfWKB_W8tncO_pqPklGw6DchLR0nrN7sXPv8dR741KI/s1600-h/DSCN3860.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383973717926753586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPRjxeKT_lVomQrqawGQZ3NHMNmBi5mdW6NGJbhAVgpLq1bhcGhQQiPSNp8g3UodX95TKCaSRllKRqgcRb3qwzvgar0M0sFlfsfWKB_W8tncO_pqPklGw6DchLR0nrN7sXPv8dR741KI/s320/DSCN3860.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Then it was on to Isaiah's school to meet all of his new teachers. Third graders don't always appreciate "beginning of the year" photos. Not that I have experience with this phenomenon, it's sort of a guess.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIsHVfi9-CAbR0xTbdYgT64tVNK_AmV7Y83cG__TaMmLT5OAQNs-_s0UFmd-bWBgOhZpke2JAW_Srfu1I575lL-44UvYPYWNYdeNxiDrqXBW0QH-F24hmyPG_7-odSk9G2XPekhB8yfZc/s1600-h/DSCN3861.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383973733902837378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIsHVfi9-CAbR0xTbdYgT64tVNK_AmV7Y83cG__TaMmLT5OAQNs-_s0UFmd-bWBgOhZpke2JAW_Srfu1I575lL-44UvYPYWNYdeNxiDrqXBW0QH-F24hmyPG_7-odSk9G2XPekhB8yfZc/s320/DSCN3861.JPG" /></a><br /><br />The real first day! Isaiah had his hood up because the skeeters were bothersome that morning. Anna's wearing the sweater my Grandma knit for me when I was a little girl. Pretty neat.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubHjUssPidGUR5aPYY3Ao1c1JvT35bczuvVNPXfnuaxPUJnWaaKTTbttmXmw2aIBVhfUDedgOiHu0pMhe0lk52m0ZSgWJdDIwYh-RGCcWAKbaD1ASjeg6jlcepY3DdIi690lRgdnhDv0/s1600-h/DSCN3855.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLApYARpLrlpZ3JrfVwcy2AsF7PbQg4yGFQIlK2Gk88nNhSDscF6i7Hri3L1IARv4HJXZLxZA_eR3Xirv1Vkt2ldV8S1YLqObGfE9TjsLD7uM8ce1kf63DlNX7-qNBMeuGTzOzCSzoe8/s1600-h/DSCN3866.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383973738882850322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLApYARpLrlpZ3JrfVwcy2AsF7PbQg4yGFQIlK2Gk88nNhSDscF6i7Hri3L1IARv4HJXZLxZA_eR3Xirv1Vkt2ldV8S1YLqObGfE9TjsLD7uM8ce1kf63DlNX7-qNBMeuGTzOzCSzoe8/s320/DSCN3866.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubHjUssPidGUR5aPYY3Ao1c1JvT35bczuvVNPXfnuaxPUJnWaaKTTbttmXmw2aIBVhfUDedgOiHu0pMhe0lk52m0ZSgWJdDIwYh-RGCcWAKbaD1ASjeg6jlcepY3DdIi690lRgdnhDv0/s1600-h/DSCN3855.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br />My two little friends. One last hug before the bus arrived. Anna still cries and gets sad when Isaiah's bus pulls up. I don't mean only on the first day. I mean ev.er.y.day! She hates that he's leaving her for an entire day. You'd think she'd sort of get used to this but, alas, she does not.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-84026617456576973242009-09-20T13:34:00.005-05:002009-09-20T14:12:11.402-05:00Loooooong Overdue - Polk County FairWe had a card reader issue which has since been remedied. (thank you Matthew) Due to the long standing problem our picture sharing has been back-logged. I'll start this catch-up session with the Polk County Fair held WAY back in July. It sure is a great fair, we had lots of fun this year. Here are some highlights.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidymeB5iIJtO_JggVgF37xbImgnJcrRv-ysUUcMtSliKLVVQENdx9tK4yVSyuOytRNUQ14PfkRVX1ZbmEP6dGIuq_lPC1wtbfgT0iQ7vUTIFyoTN9sEhbB9aEl57f-MwIKcFbUaPYqmg8/s1600-h/DSCN3824.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383621792076928274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidymeB5iIJtO_JggVgF37xbImgnJcrRv-ysUUcMtSliKLVVQENdx9tK4yVSyuOytRNUQ14PfkRVX1ZbmEP6dGIuq_lPC1wtbfgT0iQ7vUTIFyoTN9sEhbB9aEl57f-MwIKcFbUaPYqmg8/s320/DSCN3824.JPG" /></a><br />This is Isaiah's recipe poster he entered. This is an original recipe created by Isaiah. His recipe is entitled "Po-tacos". If you bake a potato and heap on taco meat and other toppings you'll have a Po-taco. It's very tasty.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqDzwh63MB6qFrF8V3SS4tb0Cip6gie0uDp_gydOjzY3hOUG6byZdyvc6amrVE2vuL4Ol0Z_Q-b9RaEDjMWBp9lnWOcyKczvkf4qliwPxfgcoDpPr6QtVYF_P65pa_tr0nf_zc-CKUv4/s1600-h/DSCN3825.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383621802841753186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqDzwh63MB6qFrF8V3SS4tb0Cip6gie0uDp_gydOjzY3hOUG6byZdyvc6amrVE2vuL4Ol0Z_Q-b9RaEDjMWBp9lnWOcyKczvkf4qliwPxfgcoDpPr6QtVYF_P65pa_tr0nf_zc-CKUv4/s320/DSCN3825.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Close up of poster detail. Isaiah wrote everything out and even took the photos of the individual toppings.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOO4dzlUAdtToi6yRTHJtkxsv9MPAbYxwGrKWUt7Y3XTP375dI98mT_PmnaqBT83j54eEa6MFRaHD0klVZNtdy-0krN2sMQR146tNUlxCMWAjdWu2BmRzYW3aToy5SUnsr9pPaMLZybN4/s1600-h/DSCN3827.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383621809439706818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOO4dzlUAdtToi6yRTHJtkxsv9MPAbYxwGrKWUt7Y3XTP375dI98mT_PmnaqBT83j54eEa6MFRaHD0klVZNtdy-0krN2sMQR146tNUlxCMWAjdWu2BmRzYW3aToy5SUnsr9pPaMLZybN4/s320/DSCN3827.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Another close-up. We even integrated the food pyramid and Isaiah color coded ingredients to match their category in the pyramid.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxp88_4gb7xpM34IEMTdfV6adzfzw-uIr2rzMk7UsNxkcfaV6sHa0E48zXGVe67TI6EK1aNNLbOxSJwDh5tSx90Itu1A_HQVnkjWBfdOcjz3_aJI7AA_OZAvO8bgaBsXegp31Nq7mZzk/s1600-h/DSCN3835.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383621822501870146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxp88_4gb7xpM34IEMTdfV6adzfzw-uIr2rzMk7UsNxkcfaV6sHa0E48zXGVe67TI6EK1aNNLbOxSJwDh5tSx90Itu1A_HQVnkjWBfdOcjz3_aJI7AA_OZAvO8bgaBsXegp31Nq7mZzk/s320/DSCN3835.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Explaining all about his poster to the judge. She asked a lot of neat questions. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kfQl918fnJlphkajEwVwh4mM-1NEkmhb6Ft58L-cAZa69GqvmuIofqKdVuBC4z8JGb9iviCJctbKhJy7OB1eZ8MGnqHHfvB36GEg_yDPQqV91zMTF4LW4KuGqgbC3ESnTpPJKrY-ScY/s1600-h/DSCN3840.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383621833783436930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kfQl918fnJlphkajEwVwh4mM-1NEkmhb6Ft58L-cAZa69GqvmuIofqKdVuBC4z8JGb9iviCJctbKhJy7OB1eZ8MGnqHHfvB36GEg_yDPQqV91zMTF4LW4KuGqgbC3ESnTpPJKrY-ScY/s320/DSCN3840.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Poster, certificate and ribbon on display.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwffVJPxieTs8quFBujPLe9e4HDQhOVxjvihAoregMWQNZFr1ckL9pxaRI7KdbqmOz3Cz5luwFYGI0z3sGxzZa1AXjo1Uuk5V4jLz9ASbB-dIxkYdMuwWdUVlNvEWksy3gT4pdYlnmQQw/s1600-h/DSCN3843.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624279168669330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwffVJPxieTs8quFBujPLe9e4HDQhOVxjvihAoregMWQNZFr1ckL9pxaRI7KdbqmOz3Cz5luwFYGI0z3sGxzZa1AXjo1Uuk5V4jLz9ASbB-dIxkYdMuwWdUVlNvEWksy3gT4pdYlnmQQw/s320/DSCN3843.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Anna volunteered to assist Auggie the Clown. I really don't know what he would have done without her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXul7twAR2bOPGFBUUJEepMBMjmF4vjZcKgaqiCm4Fx0y8ISeZtvRRv4MCbTWgDL_L7Qfg5SCYKa1oq6WlOJfIphDxEP1vmMONq1bmvjDNK3LXsQDQDUAEWrBm51ecZs2pN83B_fftPPg/s1600-h/DSCN3846.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624292255680786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXul7twAR2bOPGFBUUJEepMBMjmF4vjZcKgaqiCm4Fx0y8ISeZtvRRv4MCbTWgDL_L7Qfg5SCYKa1oq6WlOJfIphDxEP1vmMONq1bmvjDNK3LXsQDQDUAEWrBm51ecZs2pN83B_fftPPg/s320/DSCN3846.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Our 4H club worked a shift at the 4H Food Booth. Isaiah's job was a general cleaner. He cleaned tables, cleared trash and kept the floor clean.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_bx-dClIgsYgLis202OxvztfISj_oBvR_eabF085aBtzjaA15sQBKqiX00LaSgHFhuQm4M-rywPe6xXYxOXileuNtjEjP8InCEqUfj4QeVbEIKLHa9l3DJVQKpajqYEkTts-rCdYHXvk/s1600-h/DSCN3849.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624305403646610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_bx-dClIgsYgLis202OxvztfISj_oBvR_eabF085aBtzjaA15sQBKqiX00LaSgHFhuQm4M-rywPe6xXYxOXileuNtjEjP8InCEqUfj4QeVbEIKLHa9l3DJVQKpajqYEkTts-rCdYHXvk/s320/DSCN3849.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Anna participated in the pedal pull while Isaiah and Papa worked at the food booth. She came in 4th place for her age category. This is one place away from attending the state pedal pull competition. I had no idea there was such a thing. Anna is bound and determined to attend the state pull next year. Her new hobby is eating spinach, think Popeye power. She's in training.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOO4dzlUAdtToi6yRTHJtkxsv9MPAbYxwGrKWUt7Y3XTP375dI98mT_PmnaqBT83j54eEa6MFRaHD0klVZNtdy-0krN2sMQR146tNUlxCMWAjdWu2BmRzYW3aToy5SUnsr9pPaMLZybN4/s1600-h/DSCN3827.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidymeB5iIJtO_JggVgF37xbImgnJcrRv-ysUUcMtSliKLVVQENdx9tK4yVSyuOytRNUQ14PfkRVX1ZbmEP6dGIuq_lPC1wtbfgT0iQ7vUTIFyoTN9sEhbB9aEl57f-MwIKcFbUaPYqmg8/s1600-h/DSCN3824.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwffVJPxieTs8quFBujPLe9e4HDQhOVxjvihAoregMWQNZFr1ckL9pxaRI7KdbqmOz3Cz5luwFYGI0z3sGxzZa1AXjo1Uuk5V4jLz9ASbB-dIxkYdMuwWdUVlNvEWksy3gT4pdYlnmQQw/s1600-h/DSCN3843.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqDzwh63MB6qFrF8V3SS4tb0Cip6gie0uDp_gydOjzY3hOUG6byZdyvc6amrVE2vuL4Ol0Z_Q-b9RaEDjMWBp9lnWOcyKczvkf4qliwPxfgcoDpPr6QtVYF_P65pa_tr0nf_zc-CKUv4/s1600-h/DSCN3825.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kfQl918fnJlphkajEwVwh4mM-1NEkmhb6Ft58L-cAZa69GqvmuIofqKdVuBC4z8JGb9iviCJctbKhJy7OB1eZ8MGnqHHfvB36GEg_yDPQqV91zMTF4LW4KuGqgbC3ESnTpPJKrY-ScY/s1600-h/DSCN3840.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOO4dzlUAdtToi6yRTHJtkxsv9MPAbYxwGrKWUt7Y3XTP375dI98mT_PmnaqBT83j54eEa6MFRaHD0klVZNtdy-0krN2sMQR146tNUlxCMWAjdWu2BmRzYW3aToy5SUnsr9pPaMLZybN4/s1600-h/DSCN3827.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidymeB5iIJtO_JggVgF37xbImgnJcrRv-ysUUcMtSliKLVVQENdx9tK4yVSyuOytRNUQ14PfkRVX1ZbmEP6dGIuq_lPC1wtbfgT0iQ7vUTIFyoTN9sEhbB9aEl57f-MwIKcFbUaPYqmg8/s1600-h/DSCN3824.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqkU7figBQxDIiO6i1TQxCCg47bgBYtmiD-YtzqdZqq5rEhD7R-yle5BEOMXMdZjgTgCgF-mFvT4YVSszaQgm0KAUTLo4ajMXm6rNQPmYuQtZ2R46g5BQUyug2WL9jGQEaGKS09Us69A/s1600-h/DSCN3853.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624315967744258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqkU7figBQxDIiO6i1TQxCCg47bgBYtmiD-YtzqdZqq5rEhD7R-yle5BEOMXMdZjgTgCgF-mFvT4YVSszaQgm0KAUTLo4ajMXm6rNQPmYuQtZ2R46g5BQUyug2WL9jGQEaGKS09Us69A/s320/DSCN3853.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Papa, Isaiah and Anna even snuck in some fun while at the fair. I wanted no part of this type of "fun". I just took the photo.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwffVJPxieTs8quFBujPLe9e4HDQhOVxjvihAoregMWQNZFr1ckL9pxaRI7KdbqmOz3Cz5luwFYGI0z3sGxzZa1AXjo1Uuk5V4jLz9ASbB-dIxkYdMuwWdUVlNvEWksy3gT4pdYlnmQQw/s1600-h/DSCN3843.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidymeB5iIJtO_JggVgF37xbImgnJcrRv-ysUUcMtSliKLVVQENdx9tK4yVSyuOytRNUQ14PfkRVX1ZbmEP6dGIuq_lPC1wtbfgT0iQ7vUTIFyoTN9sEhbB9aEl57f-MwIKcFbUaPYqmg8/s1600-h/DSCN3824.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXul7twAR2bOPGFBUUJEepMBMjmF4vjZcKgaqiCm4Fx0y8ISeZtvRRv4MCbTWgDL_L7Qfg5SCYKa1oq6WlOJfIphDxEP1vmMONq1bmvjDNK3LXsQDQDUAEWrBm51ecZs2pN83B_fftPPg/s1600-h/DSCN3846.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxp88_4gb7xpM34IEMTdfV6adzfzw-uIr2rzMk7UsNxkcfaV6sHa0E48zXGVe67TI6EK1aNNLbOxSJwDh5tSx90Itu1A_HQVnkjWBfdOcjz3_aJI7AA_OZAvO8bgaBsXegp31Nq7mZzk/s1600-h/DSCN3835.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqDzwh63MB6qFrF8V3SS4tb0Cip6gie0uDp_gydOjzY3hOUG6byZdyvc6amrVE2vuL4Ol0Z_Q-b9RaEDjMWBp9lnWOcyKczvkf4qliwPxfgcoDpPr6QtVYF_P65pa_tr0nf_zc-CKUv4/s1600-h/DSCN3825.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxp88_4gb7xpM34IEMTdfV6adzfzw-uIr2rzMk7UsNxkcfaV6sHa0E48zXGVe67TI6EK1aNNLbOxSJwDh5tSx90Itu1A_HQVnkjWBfdOcjz3_aJI7AA_OZAvO8bgaBsXegp31Nq7mZzk/s1600-h/DSCN3835.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXul7twAR2bOPGFBUUJEepMBMjmF4vjZcKgaqiCm4Fx0y8ISeZtvRRv4MCbTWgDL_L7Qfg5SCYKa1oq6WlOJfIphDxEP1vmMONq1bmvjDNK3LXsQDQDUAEWrBm51ecZs2pN83B_fftPPg/s1600-h/DSCN3846.JPG"></a>Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-7297546654495955452009-09-20T05:23:00.004-05:002009-09-20T06:03:06.058-05:00Fall Sports FunSchool has started in full swing as have fall sports. We have two new items on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">playlist</span> this year folks. Flag Football and Soccer. <br /><br />Isaiah is playing flag football, his first time. He has a really, really, really great coach so I'm positive they'll have a winning season. I mean REALLY great coach. He's cute too. Okay, okay enough of that. Isaiah is really enjoying flag football and of all the sports he's tried football may just be the ticket. As a mom I've had a blast watching him play. It's fun.<br /><br />Anna is playing soccer for the first time too. She has wanted to play soccer since she could walk. Seriously. I'm not sure how this love for soccer came to be either. She was an infant the last time Isaiah played soccer so she certainly doesn't remember watching her big brother. Anna is prepared though, she's had her soccer ball, it's pink, since she was 18 months old. Anna received the ball for Christmas from either Isaiah or Matthew, can't remember now. The ball isn't quite as pink as it used to be but yesterday it got it's first trial as a real, honest to goodness soccer ball. It's sort of like the teddy-bear story about Corduroy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJVJlXCiVI5JKOg7UrWFPhqm2GSVNZGPbiu7mpGDM5oIZiYUhU3kjmEIZ2F8SZymIxFBmS4X7Cahb90pJ1XL0l-W2-6G35eqF0DeWvHDBUp5MKpXdKkc3uNs0guFjKTCIveg-uLIEeJw/s1600-h/DSCN0409.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383497799423746594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJVJlXCiVI5JKOg7UrWFPhqm2GSVNZGPbiu7mpGDM5oIZiYUhU3kjmEIZ2F8SZymIxFBmS4X7Cahb90pJ1XL0l-W2-6G35eqF0DeWvHDBUp5MKpXdKkc3uNs0guFjKTCIveg-uLIEeJw/s320/DSCN0409.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Anna is the peanut in green socks. She's practicing the skill of stopping the ball. (notice her "pink" ball, yep, it looks white now)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLAUJQfA1tPvUljrNSMXPRSm2txdpAs-OfyjVDoy2_YjAczBs_jZCp9bRCmZtY2fB0nZ4G_hbu277-NWat3BIn3MvszSlNOorSnrkVPwmYallUlP-1HpxIbIjLh8cyfnc5rDitsU5iho/s1600-h/DSCN0398.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383497783823238018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLAUJQfA1tPvUljrNSMXPRSm2txdpAs-OfyjVDoy2_YjAczBs_jZCp9bRCmZtY2fB0nZ4G_hbu277-NWat3BIn3MvszSlNOorSnrkVPwmYallUlP-1HpxIbIjLh8cyfnc5rDitsU5iho/s320/DSCN0398.JPG" /></a><br />One of the best things about soccer is the fact that your two best friends are on your team. Just ask Anna, she'll tell you the very same. From left to right is Emma, Anna and Ally. Emma and Ally are twins. Very convenient for Anna. We sort of consider the girls triplets. It's easier this way.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjm642mFW7Kd7zLff0xCTjpA9m4fL2h-QUtPLUYD9TOHut2rXdCo9GTKm4fweAXKih_Ts2TLhAe9HxyUORrJqq5PQixYZSbB8vzCT7sF6jZJQS-wkBsmlBNpMTzZnSSR2u-Pi2TD_AXZE/s1600-h/DSCN0392.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383494569460366258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjm642mFW7Kd7zLff0xCTjpA9m4fL2h-QUtPLUYD9TOHut2rXdCo9GTKm4fweAXKih_Ts2TLhAe9HxyUORrJqq5PQixYZSbB8vzCT7sF6jZJQS-wkBsmlBNpMTzZnSSR2u-Pi2TD_AXZE/s320/DSCN0392.JPG" /></a><br />Here we have the triplets, I mean Ally, Anna and Emma, speaking with their coach.<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGylOkeRWeRRPwm-PUkBzIHOqpum7Av4YTI4KTIGc6kqmwPs-yL4bNosdbiIpT8Jlu1TkCLs8htqTy6bZy6SEVwPKb0PnUOfb-aiXKpv-QDI6z6MWOZCo-ymOHJV2rJ3363QvdWGd-NI/s1600-h/DSCN0389.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383494561662054722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGylOkeRWeRRPwm-PUkBzIHOqpum7Av4YTI4KTIGc6kqmwPs-yL4bNosdbiIpT8Jlu1TkCLs8htqTy6bZy6SEVwPKb0PnUOfb-aiXKpv-QDI6z6MWOZCo-ymOHJV2rJ3363QvdWGd-NI/s320/DSCN0389.JPG" /></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br />Anna will conquer the sport of soccer, I have no doubt.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShqL4_itS9AP2LIzyvwKiuBSL_kbNI6OaErdRSNU-C1NJzURDaM7JvQj5iUOhRZ4y33WHZ6mU1T_zj0WwP1m9xX5eY-hq1bz2i47Ivrm9oTWeH3SMxfJ43vUxD_BAuwyLxh2KOYA0LgU/s1600-h/Flag+football+Sep+2009+007.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383494553436174722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShqL4_itS9AP2LIzyvwKiuBSL_kbNI6OaErdRSNU-C1NJzURDaM7JvQj5iUOhRZ4y33WHZ6mU1T_zj0WwP1m9xX5eY-hq1bz2i47Ivrm9oTWeH3SMxfJ43vUxD_BAuwyLxh2KOYA0LgU/s320/Flag+football+Sep+2009+007.jpg" /></a><br />On to flag football. Isaiah is celebrating their 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> victory. His team is 2-0. Guess who took this photo. Anna! I thought my mom took this shot. This is pure happiness caught on film. Actually it's a digital photo so I'm not really sure what it's caught on?<br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzixonP1EI3odt57mQPBCY7uCdTasvFSJ4tKpnrV5UAxa25tN3krP0Tf_BbRR3SnUQoy1ZfkVajO_RMt5ahFYX0pTJwQaKedsu7u8VZmEz-QOuEyR6AM0Zb30M3Hssv1KZuJQSJt8Bl9I/s1600-h/Flag+football+Sep+2009+004.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383494544192325858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzixonP1EI3odt57mQPBCY7uCdTasvFSJ4tKpnrV5UAxa25tN3krP0Tf_BbRR3SnUQoy1ZfkVajO_RMt5ahFYX0pTJwQaKedsu7u8VZmEz-QOuEyR6AM0Zb30M3Hssv1KZuJQSJt8Bl9I/s320/Flag+football+Sep+2009+004.jpg" /></a><br />Isaiah's in there. Gray shirt, dark gray shorts and white socks. Not sure if this was while they were on offense or defense but they sure look intense don't they?<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-x-_mIAyd8lGXWnCVFLlFbXDVt9_0D2vPKgkcTTraggFduDIUhb-gRP_QkHkWmzD-dJ48iQXmL-ro9ZBMnESM7FCzsxgV-pvuIsu_05a2tNctk_a9CGogAxnIQP54y5nbHBDk0qAcuk/s1600-h/Flag+football+Sep+2009+002.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383494534259042354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-x-_mIAyd8lGXWnCVFLlFbXDVt9_0D2vPKgkcTTraggFduDIUhb-gRP_QkHkWmzD-dJ48iQXmL-ro9ZBMnESM7FCzsxgV-pvuIsu_05a2tNctk_a9CGogAxnIQP54y5nbHBDk0qAcuk/s320/Flag+football+Sep+2009+002.jpg" /></a><br />Getting ready for the play to start. His coach is the tall guy in the tan shirt and gray shorts. Looks surprisingly like my husband. These two sure are having fun.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div>Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-32354932743722323872009-09-12T06:06:00.002-05:002009-09-12T06:12:46.821-05:00Step AsideAnna will be getting registered for Soccer this morning. Initially I was planning to take both children along to registration. Matthew's plans have changed and he will now be at home this morning. Due to past experiences I decided I might get through the registration process a bit faster sans children. I mentioned this to Anna stating it won't take long and she can hang out with Papa until I return.<br /><br />To which Anna replied, "Mama, you better take me to registration. They might <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">hafta</span> ask me questions about me. Well, they <em>might</em> need to ask you questions too, but you better just take me along."Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-50594457718582292182009-08-06T12:00:00.002-05:002009-08-06T12:04:23.146-05:00Fiscal GeographyOverheard conversation between Isaiah and Anna:<br /><br />I: Anna, that coin is mine.<br /><br />A: Ee-ah (what she still calls Isaiah, although she can pronounce his name just fine), I want dat one.<br /><br />I: Anna, that one is mine. You can have this one.<br /><br />A: What is it?<br /><br />I: This one is quarter, it's for humans. The other one is just a Euro you can't spend it here anyways.<br /><br />(I'm quite positive Isaiah meant no offense to all our friends that use a Euro as their currency)Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-54211900138570257732009-08-02T06:46:00.003-05:002009-08-02T06:49:31.147-05:00AfricaConversation at the Rolli house this morning:<br /><br />Isaiah: I'm going to grow up and build a house in Africa.<br />Me: You're leaving me and going to Africa?<br />Isaiah: Yeah, I want a pet giraffe and elephant.<br />Matthew: Go to Como Zoo.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-31608958093396668542009-07-21T17:01:00.002-05:002009-07-21T17:08:07.784-05:00Early Bathtime<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_BrF8dDrz-utjipZOeNWytDx8J1-54JT2E5ZulLfIyfNiA5bO1JgcXbkBveSrPIO_gLCdgL-IcX9egwHLjApaoT-El42532fm0KfDPJnndRSaxSIygPPTJzWYku6LOeCSkr2gwUrH2c/s1600-h/DSCN3809.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361037988548322962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_BrF8dDrz-utjipZOeNWytDx8J1-54JT2E5ZulLfIyfNiA5bO1JgcXbkBveSrPIO_gLCdgL-IcX9egwHLjApaoT-El42532fm0KfDPJnndRSaxSIygPPTJzWYku6LOeCSkr2gwUrH2c/s320/DSCN3809.JPG" /></a> Lots of fun was had outside today. I find it ironic that this morning I assumed it would be too wet to play outside, due to the morning rain.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfagzyuYzKDCU7CR5IUMYUYOUWwMjUGCuGIgfLddGQ5PofkV7NHBQq5VLgqxDTLIZxr9c14qqcBma96ES2IOkqLeU2XgsjSsnB7QMVDYIDoU4UWRuX_3DgvEGgXSPszzAx22T63jIviGU/s1600-h/DSCN3808.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361037982666142354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfagzyuYzKDCU7CR5IUMYUYOUWwMjUGCuGIgfLddGQ5PofkV7NHBQq5VLgqxDTLIZxr9c14qqcBma96ES2IOkqLeU2XgsjSsnB7QMVDYIDoU4UWRuX_3DgvEGgXSPszzAx22T63jIviGU/s320/DSCN3808.JPG" /></a> Sand is much more fun when it's wet.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrf-niev_E_yEeND1EXy8UuC0WlKvVskQuBIB4R0GZMts0YWaCEXOVTMEiU-t_V-p3DnIF3LlMWCIPm6I7nBor-XA7DGL7iKR_kJ-GppkUjldhFBxsnZu0YEfZuZWZcXrZvN5CsasrQLQ/s1600-h/DSCN3807.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361037973849473202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrf-niev_E_yEeND1EXy8UuC0WlKvVskQuBIB4R0GZMts0YWaCEXOVTMEiU-t_V-p3DnIF3LlMWCIPm6I7nBor-XA7DGL7iKR_kJ-GppkUjldhFBxsnZu0YEfZuZWZcXrZvN5CsasrQLQ/s320/DSCN3807.JPG" /></a><br />This is what happens when I say, "Sure, I don't mind if you add water to the sand." <br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-61852242563570216612009-06-28T17:15:00.002-05:002009-06-28T17:23:26.431-05:00Sword of Light.... or not so much<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEdKoyI7IXC6Gt9PPjD9eGdWj2_j70FZPQ5PKiSSKw5VA3XpIP_nPm3aHFV4t-0j3GzB03zObexWcpyr-rxq9cT4k3Q4UE6Li0CqDTFBdYrYYjOhz3sSYN6MnLT0vNWy30rgNMplgQXSQ/s1600-h/thundaar.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352505652979438834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEdKoyI7IXC6Gt9PPjD9eGdWj2_j70FZPQ5PKiSSKw5VA3XpIP_nPm3aHFV4t-0j3GzB03zObexWcpyr-rxq9cT4k3Q4UE6Li0CqDTFBdYrYYjOhz3sSYN6MnLT0vNWy30rgNMplgQXSQ/s320/thundaar.jpg" /></a> We had a very busy, fun-filled day today (more on that later). Last night we were all up late watching the fireworks in Osceola. Because of our busy day today and late night last night we're relaxing in the living room at the moment watching old cartoons on the Boomerang channel. At the moment <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thundaar</span> the Barbarian happens to be on the TV.<br /><br />Apparently <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thundaar's</span> weapon of choice is the Sword of Light.<br /><br />While watching <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thundaar</span> restore good to the world and defeat all those bad guys that go around causing destruction in their path Anna spilled some soda on the floor. No worries, our resident hero, Papa, took care of the spill. <br /><br />Matthew said to Anna, "No problem! I have my OWN of Sword of Light."<br /><br />Anna said, "Where?"<br /><br />Matthew then clarified, "Well, actually, it's more like a Domestic Towel of Cleanliness!"<br /><br />Somehow Sword of Light sounds a bit tougher. I will say, however, the Towel of Cleanliness did a nice job cleaning up the soda.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-43371610830377032342009-06-26T07:10:00.004-05:002009-06-26T07:37:23.416-05:00Art Camp<div><div><br /><div>Last week Isaiah went to Art Camp. He had a blast, as always. The theme was Wild,Wild West. Yee Haw! He not only practiced the visual arts but also the performing arts. Very fun! All week the excellent counselors at St.Croix Art Barn in Osceola plan neat projects for the kids to work on and they run around outside and play big group games that all campers play. On Friday, last day of camp, the children put on some sort of performance. Last year Isaiah was in a play and this year it was a cowboy fashion show (to show off all their projects) and a line dance. This is so out of Isaiah's comfort zone it's not even funny. He did it though. (even with all those people looking at him....gasp</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351611175850535746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvlxLph-t70ckxKKvbYWCYU6DiWgp55pbMxe6KTbJvtQd2xH8Yc4hTnPcPEU23bSoE3Oowh0_iN78ITpVqeTU3GzuGBY4pG8A5-vF65PQC5F0fZfVxgDulug7TWgcFV-EVg9qCR_12VTM/s320/DSCN3659.JPG" /></div><div>Gramps and Grammy came to see the performance.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351611170603813026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKw1H203LJR9oQwLc4ch3whvrqZ5p5n1MyKVozgAtS6q1tBAZGB5Rsx-K14fKFdAueM6HPiJqWihtS26S3gVtuHlTmVNIYx96-TBA6i3ji-rvIIgkOyGutv-3r0kxqSWaCUUZhyeQtabE/s320/DSCN3654.JPG" /></div><div>Getting ready for the big dance.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351611165163335138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2Jg-aU-zVkmv3somiteRzXJe2xNHtCgT1eh_mOiok5qjgmkv_1BdHwao14SgL76Q8b-U6_ybv8tUWflaKAcX6R7-WqNEb9nmIL5MfC_Hin7QoXQ_YfF2zQblbGarON1biUAVnVQGgU4/s320/DSCN3653.JPG" /></div></div></div><br /><p>Walking very quickly off stage during the cowboy fashion show. Again, not Isaiah's element. </p><p> </p><p>Isaiah you did great!</p>Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-3528359862665778702009-06-23T19:27:00.003-05:002009-06-23T19:41:06.207-05:00Dear Matilda,<div>I know you enjoy our new home. You have found a perfect spot to relax while the two-legged dogs eat their meals. It is ingenious really. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You have never in the 18 months you have lived with us ever, ever begged for a handout. You are a super dog. You simply sit in advantageous locations where there is a slight possibility of a crumb or two falling. If, then, a small morsel happens to fall you simply snatch it up for the sole purpose of making my job of cleaning the floor easier. I understand and appreciate your efforts.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I must warn you, however, when the shortest two-legged dog named Anna is enjoying an ice cream cone you may want to relax a little further away from your normal spot. No real reason, just a precautionary measure.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Thank you.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>love,</div><br /><div>Katie</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350686978388215362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGWpy6EUpVjMJUrs7VNI62GHmz4aulunNRE3ED4IVeG-OgLLMbnFM0cyWgbr7f7d1Si4A8Y1vuwghCigqXI3mkORyD3adRYkPVXixCvRc8T26Uct7VCT9t1LQ_AEiybF3g3E7AbUK-qo/s320/DSCN3660.JPG" /></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p>Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-57865423269665649352009-06-18T14:48:00.005-05:002009-06-18T15:05:13.289-05:00Rainbows and Football<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFuR5j5e6DRTHEWYKUguDtj4Z0CnrxiFAUNqPdW_lqmhiphPFEgrJrjJdS8GcTYH2nANCxDjTOkHje7CqBmiec8FU8IYcq-lbQT-AYB0SiJT4dh3EBSfTSkzH1V_JH1xvUuZMG4P009U/s1600-h/200px-Dora_and_Boots.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348760874950949538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFuR5j5e6DRTHEWYKUguDtj4Z0CnrxiFAUNqPdW_lqmhiphPFEgrJrjJdS8GcTYH2nANCxDjTOkHje7CqBmiec8FU8IYcq-lbQT-AYB0SiJT4dh3EBSfTSkzH1V_JH1xvUuZMG4P009U/s320/200px-Dora_and_Boots.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br />I was driving Isaiah to art camp today and he asked if we could ever drive to a rainbow. I said we could not and then explained, scientifically, all the reasons we could not actually get to a rainbow.<br /><br />I continued driving and wasn't paying much attention to Isaiah and Anna's conversation (argument?). I believe it had something to do with talking rainbows and flowers.<br /><br />Isaiah then felt the need to explain the unrealistic characteristic of speech among inanimate objects. Other than this I really wasn't paying much attention.<br /><br />My ears perked up when I heard Isaiah say, "Anna, in real life flowers don't talk, rainbows don't sing, mountains don't have mouths, those star things aren't real and girls don't have football-shaped heads."<br /><br />I said, "Are you talking about Dora?"<br /></div>Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-56825646171904785432009-06-13T06:48:00.002-05:002009-06-13T06:52:58.230-05:00BargainIsaiah just informed me he had a great idea for the day.<br /><br />I: Mom, I think we should go to the zoo today.<br />M: Why?<br />I: I want to go to the zoo and bargain for the zebra or giraffe.<br />M: Bargain?<br />I: Yeah, I want to bargain for the the zebra or giraffe.<br />M: You mean, like buy?<br />I: Yeah, I think I could bargain for the zebra for about 50.<br />M: 50 ... dollars?<br />I: Yeah. (then he looked at me like you silly mama and said...) No, Mom 50 cents, ha.<br />M: hmm, yeah that'd be fun.<br /><br />I'm going to vote to just stick with the original plan and go to Grammy and Gramps' house.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-33882084223542179992009-06-05T05:59:00.003-05:002009-06-05T06:10:03.121-05:00Dear Grammy,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSIpegTFr-2HkDV7tuAHPOMBYItCoMYyXUWsgQ0RdgzBPhhh1GNf4_Y3T_IPPyZHZvcay6si8Nz1qInqLsVEY0N2c6eYshcEnq-EA9PyRBHH-co_fttTAtraMc0DMKt5WuZaI9JaHXOE/s1600-h/DSCN3533.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343796793098929426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSIpegTFr-2HkDV7tuAHPOMBYItCoMYyXUWsgQ0RdgzBPhhh1GNf4_Y3T_IPPyZHZvcay6si8Nz1qInqLsVEY0N2c6eYshcEnq-EA9PyRBHH-co_fttTAtraMc0DMKt5WuZaI9JaHXOE/s320/DSCN3533.JPG" /></a> (and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gramps</span> and Auntie Sally too)<br /><br />Thank you for always attending the kids' functions at school and for their sporting events. We appreciate your driving and very often taking time off of work to support Isaiah and Anna. We feel very blessed and fortunate that you participate the way you do. Thank you!<br /><br />Grammy, thank you for hanging out with Anna on Wednesday so I could have one last afternoon with Isaiah and his classmates during their Track and Field day. Also, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">thank you</span> for pushing Anna for over 2 hours on the swing while I was gone. Not to mention the whole plumber thing that you had to be here for while I was gone. Thank you.<br /><br />Love,<br />usKatie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-50218873125171654292009-06-04T09:47:00.003-05:002009-06-04T10:08:12.564-05:00BallIsaiah has started his second year of machine-pitch. We are off to a super start. Here are some highlights of the first game of the season.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343485283048565714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DqedTN7k-brco6qvmnm2JvWp3k3ShNMZWYTBdsvbcp7hR5sUPQRqNRPQzki9whAVusYJlVGlMuKZgr9tO08-gCGEj9yPYXkpFQ0C3PKtqAfb2NXg0JLcCmSet66pDMqNFqbd0IF8Mcc/s320/DSCN3407.JPG" /><br />It was team photo day. Here is the customary shot. Isaiah is in the standing row and is second from right.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343485286767386322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzMUanxtnP3kdXCHZ5IE_9hEAZl4jJVdy5gdcUFCCGzP7z8270BMntkQNxzhrU7KkI4MD0QsOYyHu9UmETYIjZwmPpfZIBmG-UjZuUMq4JgxyfavCPk7CVLch4OdBlN344Esmp4v6uhY/s320/DSCN3420.JPG" /><br />Isaiah's first swing of the season. If you look very closely you'll see his eyes are shut. I'm going to just guess I got him while blinking. I don't "think" he shuts his eyes when he swings.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343485288243783746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ki837DzCNyJ4Kw5W1wc_3Y2c1ac9FtpA_Nf7kp6l88T6z0-QP0zGNRzQsV4Yo06E3QzFP1CIzzkAwlp3qJexNertCgvxGiVgXIg_MP9RzJGql9TZqd6eQpXd1AzjdRYU61UaWPC-VMQ/s320/DSCN3424.JPG" /></div><div>Do you see that blur of blue? Yep, that's Isaiah running from 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> to 3rd base. That's speed, pure speed.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343485292905873122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qH-Wgr1o4G1Xo131AH7HTgkSt4Nfw_NFGj4eVc9roOh04mFnhKwCqC-vxLjSdHMdF6PzsTWGaYT8wZ5x9pSuGDrjHRdM4jWrHv-rREdUfq6pArA8tbJRzMN9FDuswYQn3QsMIl7_DYo/s320/DSCN3425.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div>And here we have Isaiah about to hit home. It appears as though he didn't run a straight line and veered wide a bit. Actually, he's multi-tasking and will be picking up that bat between him and home. He had to veer out to grab it mid-stride. Amazing, I tell you.</div><div> </div>Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-4883530006474617212009-06-01T16:19:00.004-05:002009-06-01T16:48:51.173-05:00Graduation!<div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Anna has graduated from the preschool program at her school. She did such a great job.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> During her Christmas program in December she did not even want to go on stage with her class and sing. Anna doesn't like any attention to be put on her so, even though other children were singing, she wanted no part of the performance. I was anticipating the same type of stage fright to occur during graduation. Yippee! It did not. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> A tradition at her school, usually reserved for that year's graduating seniors, is the presentation of Character Awards. Character Awards are given by the child's teacher. The teacher painstakingly chooses a character that best describes that child and assigns a Bible verse to coincide with the character trait. The award presentation brought this mama to tears, for sure. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Here are some photos from the special evening.</div><div><br /> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473026422284098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMkLPzCWyY1LNLTaJ48kIzX2K2bI_L96bd8tZP87clOcZWoo6yQh0SyCiesoTq_aGXwEH28MxeZ704mOU0CJdGvgqjhB3_qqrJ9qONwiIbhM8ZBQy9ZjwRLUNL95yFPjktR4bB1gySHE/s320/DSCN3438.JPG" />The proud graduate complete with a wrist corsage from Gramps and Grammy.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473030057687218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsdwIUZF4I8SNdlQsAF9xWdBwomjmBrXQCnqz62oydRYR4WzfKGF3lK12UFhK4Ob3B4SIr48lKGN5p5LdxY30pQi__3pu_PMDxD_kBnXZI8CcJB-JS3NIYXEtWeVR2qlGjMAlqasQYnw/s320/Annas+preschool+graduation+018.jpg" /><br /><br />Anna's teacher presenting Anna with the character trait of "content". Anna's verse is Philippians 4:11 Not that I speak in respect of want; for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.<br /><br />.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473041682025122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBkOCvkazyQsbHxCVftDHzMED3p9G2GD9K41Ryp1oxCVv2DksSpnBqQkOD7atbKpFNerQM2ImEiddKfU9CHTpAyqIjDk7Nj31j-bQUB286EMtdU5FooKS8GbEBS4z-l9aKF8vnzIXFEU/s320/Annas+preschool+graduation+020.jpg" />Checking out her award.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473046838505570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkr4MPh0aNImd11I_Lrt1RAztDB0W943cQs4lYwEz_2BlZH34yaDlq2kzEDXeoW1xzEYYnOO09oVrWYvOoHQsM4Vxw97F6fz73YXuwDNcw50a28rU8_P2FeVjjwXs_aUt28U-UA1KSoq0/s320/Annas+preschool+graduation+030.jpg" />A family shot in which Anna is leaning in to give Isaiah a kiss right as Grammy was taking the photo.</p><p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342473050691952626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1s2UStw4-ZD6PGEiGdx7nfizd6_Q6jZZ4PERrzHgHoZGHC0xCyZD6rTNsywwPtamLBqBjoHXQgAheenYvAhxp7Fxx-cpds_xq3QHJb20-JNA9B30c_EJc8HG79kMxsgBot4th0sYajdE/s320/DSCN3468.JPG" /></p>Gramps and Grammy came to witness the special celebration. Auntie Sally was there as well although she posed for no photos. Also, I believe Isaiah is revisiting the thrill of his own preschool graduation.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-18379265518178400912009-05-28T13:00:00.004-05:002009-05-28T13:10:24.342-05:00FB App.Dear <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span>,<br /><br />I have a new idea for an application users can utilize while enjoying your wonderful product.<br /><br />Let's just say a mom puts some chicken breasts in the oven, for chicken salad and goes to her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span> page to upload photos of her little girl's preschool graduation. Let's continue that train of thought and say she forgot to start the kitchen timer. Well, if that mom is having tremendous trouble with seasonal allergies and her sense of smell is shot she will not be able to smell the chicken breasts being fully cooked and ready to take out of the oven. I propose an application in which one can time certain things whether it be their use of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span> or let's say the amount of time one has had chicken breasts baking in the oven. Maybe a random beep of the users choosing could sound every so often and remind the user that there IS life outside of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span>. Much like a reminder string tied around one's wrist.<br /><br />Now I have no real experience with this type of forgetfulness so I'm not sure on the effectiveness of this application, it's just a thought.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Someone that will not be eating chicken salad tomorrow<br /><br /><br />PS Facebook is not in blogger's spellcheck dictionary, just something else you'd like to be made aware.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-84678237970981329812009-05-27T14:21:00.002-05:002009-05-27T14:44:50.301-05:00Anna's Last Day of PreschoolLast Tuesday was Anna's last day of preschool. She made it. It was touch and go there for awhile. She started out very strong and after about two months the novelty wore off. What ended up happening is a very large lack of preschool enjoyment. She never wanted me to leave her at school and was never thrilled to be leaving home on preschool mornings. Drop-offs weren't fun.<br /><br />Anna always enjoyed her time while at school even though she said she didn't. I frequently came to school early to observe her and make sure all was well. It was. Anna participated and interacted just fine. I believe she just wanted to let me know she was not happy with the situation and was not condoning this type of activity. Regardless, she finished her preschool year just fine. She even learned some things although, if you ask her, she did not. That's my Anna.<br /><br />On her last day Mrs.K brought an ice cream maker and the class enjoyed homemade ice cream for snack. Also the Kindergarten/First Grade teacher at her school let the preschool class take a peak at her turtle. Very exciting.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340587160088859154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2P-r6zsQa12LMhxoYj1flcpzwNYXcT6Ab0JqSMEah0wSmwcsOWvtfpOQJvfSDiIe_EuYvS5bjLOTzt2n0Vzer2zeVqM7f73MpwwRn3JRKj_GHDKctcenhzfjrxArAY0P5j_P9r65j_NY/s320/DSCN3400.JPG" /><br /><br />Anna is the one with short blond hair wearing the light pink outfit. Can you see her smile?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpXsDGoS61eliP_weGY8qpHNH_WrGPlJI0uo7DCteUtVUQkITMrnPhN9IngAw9qApQa-mfvIpadkpAHjrOPr9jee5WErV6k98FQUObFoZVkQZ6MlYTvSn5_f4b3OMExsCvuLc_h-Ffmc/s1600-h/DSCN3402.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340587164606054514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTpXsDGoS61eliP_weGY8qpHNH_WrGPlJI0uo7DCteUtVUQkITMrnPhN9IngAw9qApQa-mfvIpadkpAHjrOPr9jee5WErV6k98FQUObFoZVkQZ6MlYTvSn5_f4b3OMExsCvuLc_h-Ffmc/s320/DSCN3402.JPG" /></a> This is Mrs.K, the best preschool teacher ever. <br /><br />Tonight there will be a graduation ceremony for the preschool students. Anna will go to the Pre-K program through our school district next fall so she will say good-bye to a lot of her friends tonight. The school Anna was attending is a Christian school and she was one of only a few Osceola children attending that will be in the Pre-K program.<br /><br />Congratulations Anna, I'm proud of you. This year wasn't easy for you but you did it. Way to go!!Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-55460411389629049112009-05-25T17:23:00.003-05:002009-05-25T17:35:31.274-05:00CrumbsWhen Isaiah was a baby we camped frequently. Matthew and I had a nice system and it all worked very smoothly. For some reason once we started AdCraft the camping trips stopped. I'm not sure why other than Matthew was very, very busy and vacations were tricky to plan.<br /><br />As a result of the camping stand-still, Anna's never camped. She has never slept in our tent, until last night. We weren't really roughing it or camping for real just spending the night in the tent. No pressure, no real planning. We just grabbed some blankets and pillows and all five of us (yes, Matilda slept in the tent too) tried it out. It went very well. I think we will become a camping family again very soon. The kids had tons of fun and we all fit, rather comfortably too.<br /><br />Anna was tired so she fell asleep quickly. Isaiah and I were chatting as Matthew was arranging some items. Isaiah had smuggled a bag of Pringles into the tent and asked if I wanted some chips. I looked at him very seriously and said that we can't eat in the tent. He asked why and I just said it was against the rules. Isaiah looked very concerned and asked if I was serious.<br /><br />"Yep.", I said.<br /><br />"You mean like, with the government? It's against the law with the government?"<br /><br />I giggled and just explained how we can't really get crumbs in the tent and that it was sort of a family rule but if we're careful we'd be okay. Thankfully the government isn't regulating any eating of Pringles in tents.<br /><br />Although, I do think they have a problem with the eating of S'mores in tents.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-65300779804711237322009-05-14T12:56:00.002-05:002009-05-14T13:02:59.999-05:00Cultural DiversityI <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appreciate</span> Dora, Diego and Kai <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lan</span>. Really, I do. I just feel my Anna may be getting confused over the different types of languages in our world and the different ways folks do certain things.<br /><br />Last week Anna was getting dressed for the day and rather proudly said she knew how to put her pants on in Chinese.<br /><br />(Go ahead and read that last sentence a couple times. I had to ask Anna to repeat herself a few times before I was confident I understood what she was saying.)<br /><br />I said, "Really? How?"<br /><br />Surprisingly, she put her pants on one leg at a time.... same as always. The twist came when, after getting her pants on, she karate chopped the box that was still in her room.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-11775171798763625812009-05-13T09:34:00.007-05:002009-05-13T10:01:20.192-05:00Mama RobinWe weren't the only ones moving in last week to the new place. A mama Robin was making fast work of a little home for her babies. She is living on our patio under the overhang. We can see her sitting in her nest from our living room patio door. I'd post pictures but I'd have to find the camera and charger first. Stay tuned...<br /><br /><br /><br />Unlike the <a href="http://mamatembo.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-having-babies.html">Killdeer</a> incident of last spring I have no worries of feral cats ruining our fun and Mrs.Robin's hard work. I think she's high enough and protected well. I thought for sure that little nest was going to blow away yesterday, it did not. Oh, <em>me </em>of little faith.<br /><br /><br /><br />For now, we look out the patio window and see the very exciting act of Mrs.Robin sitting as still as a statue on her little clutch. Personally, I'm more excited to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hatchlings,</span> this part isn't all that fun. Anna, however, is excited to see the Robin so close and unmoving. Maybe she's just more patient.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-91283913275215758662009-05-09T09:50:00.002-05:002009-05-09T10:03:49.021-05:00Current Events, Miss Rosa Parks and Miss Betsy RossMatthew had many neat things in his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">AdCraft</span> office. The items he wanted to keep have been brought home and we will find homes for everything at our house. Many of these items have to do with taxidermy. Some of the furry creatures are mine so it's all good.<br /><br />One of the items he brought home is a very neat shadow box display. A couple years ago Matthew did a sign for MSG Trevor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lavergne</span>. The sign was put on a hospital for injured soldiers in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tikrit</span>. MSG <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lavergne</span> sent back a letter of thanks and some official paperwork stating the American flag he was bringing to Matthew was flown over the hospital in Iraq. I was explaining to Isaiah that the folded flag, pictures, letters and documents in the frame state that this flag was flown over the 325<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> Combat Support Hospital for Iraqi Freedom V. <br /><br />Isaiah's eyes got really wide and he said, "You mean that's a REAL American Flag?"<br /><br />I said that it was but wasn't sure why he was excited about the flag and not the location in which is was flown.<br /><br />Isaiah asked again, "That's really a REAL American flag?"<br /><br />"Yes, honey but, there are OTHER flags flying around the world. It's not the ONLY American flag."<br /><br />Isaiah said, "Yeah but, that's a real one?"<br /><br />"Yes," I said, "it's just folded up, behind the glass."<br /><br />"Yeah but, it's a real one, like from Rosa Parks?"<br /><br />Oh boy, we had a little discussion about Miss Parks and Miss Ross. I assured him Betsy Ross did not sew this particular flag. I'm quite certain.<br /><br />If anyone knows about the "How it's Made" television show and when they may be airing an episode on how American flags are sewn I'd appreciate a head's up.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-990624229454478611.post-67299389436104701222009-05-06T10:08:00.002-05:002009-05-06T10:23:33.542-05:00Getting SettledThank you for all the kind words of encouragement and prayers. We are here, we're unpacking and Matilda even started eating again. Poor puppy dog was a bit upset over her new digs.<br /><br />We still have a few minor trips to make back and forth getting storage boxes over here from the old place. We mostly have some Christmas boxes, books and baby storage items we need to find a home for. Anna's room is all put together and the decorations are on her wall. Isaiah's room is about 1/2 done at the moment and our room is about 3/4 done. We like this new place and think it'll work just fine. I am so very thankful we found a place in the country and in the same district.<br /><br />Things about the new place I like better than the old:<br />1. Laundry room as soon as you walk in. Very easy to remember to just throw in a load here and there. Surprisingly, when the laundry room is in the basement it's easier to forget about the piles. You get behind really quickly.<br /><br />2. We now have a dishwasher. At the other place, although it was built in '93, we never had a dishwasher. Well, let me tell you, it sure is easy to keep the kitchen clean with a dishwasher. I recommend them.<br /><br />3. We only have two TVs so at the old place we had one in our living room and one downstairs in the family room. Here, we have one in the living room and one in our room. How nice to lay down after the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kiddoes</span> are asleep and watch American Idol in bed. Also something I recommend. Very nice.<br /><br />4. Master Bathrooms are a good thing. I always sort of thought them a waste of space. Not anymore. Two thumbs up on this as well.<br /><br />So, all in all, we're doing okay. Getting unpacked and becoming adjusted to the new place. I'm pretty bummed about having to let go of the sheep and chickens but am thankful they are going to friends parents' home not that far away. We can visit if we need too. I am VERY thankful this new place allows dogs. We would not have made it if Matilda could not have made the move with us.<br /><br />I'll keep everyone posted on our progress and once we're all settled (and I find the camera) will put up photos.<br /><br />Thank you again for all the support.Katie R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120286320570706295noreply@blogger.com4