tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47173688331144518382024-02-07T17:24:57.610-07:00F is for FischerAll wrapped up in the world of mommy...Here is what I'm thinking about today.Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.comBlogger374125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-47111179807626489342010-10-22T19:43:00.002-07:002010-10-22T19:45:12.584-07:00And 7 months later....A new post! The kids have grown, we've done some fun stuff, we've thought about interesting topics.... that about catches you up! On to post #2...Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-74462904043443718772010-03-12T04:36:00.001-07:002010-03-12T04:36:00.612-07:00Why did I ask?Me: "Fischer, do you think I'm beautiful?"<br /><br />Fischer: <em>"When you are wearing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">earrings</span>, you look beautiful."</em><br /><br />Me: "What's the most beautiful thing about me?"<br /><br />Fischer: <em>"Your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">earrings</span>. You really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">should've</span> worn <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">earring's</span> today."</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>Seriously! Why would I ask such a loaded question?????</strong>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-51863320720272085982010-03-11T09:35:00.004-07:002010-03-11T11:45:40.931-07:00Product Review: Spiral Spin Top<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC8iEHl6HPFSe-T2HcmwTekpg22M0lMKaHftgeQC4Cfz0zKGZNgJsyQCAE0lf8-UzeO6C1O8Hv9dWjZYseSPXuRkt3pmye3rEjXzQ2_WAo9yyNf5rGEiCiFtNmYC1AzYToHCWvB12fadiA/s1600-h/spiral+spin+top.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447417217169045314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC8iEHl6HPFSe-T2HcmwTekpg22M0lMKaHftgeQC4Cfz0zKGZNgJsyQCAE0lf8-UzeO6C1O8Hv9dWjZYseSPXuRkt3pmye3rEjXzQ2_WAo9yyNf5rGEiCiFtNmYC1AzYToHCWvB12fadiA/s400/spiral+spin+top.jpg" /></a><br /><p>Maddie and I had the chance to review <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Infantino's</span> Spiral Spin Top. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ebeanstalk</span> sent it to us to see what we thought. The toy is for 6 months and up, Maddie is 7 months. </p><p>I have to say that while she wasn't that interested in pushing the top down, she did like sliding the whole toy across the floor. The button on top is hard to push down if you don't push it directly on top. She liked turning the whole thing on its side and rolling it around, and she spent some quality time trying to figure out why she couldn't grab those little balls. </p><p>I found it to be sturdy and safe, but I wish that she could make it work.</p><p>We happen to have a similar toy from a different company, and I found that one to be easier for her to operate, and it had a more pleasing sound while spinning. </p><p>Neither brand of spin top has held her attention for very long. I probably wouldn't buy one of these for a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">friend</span>, but it is a fine toy for playing with and passing along to the next little kiddo.</p><p><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ebeanstalk</span> is a website dedicated to selecting great <a href="http://www.ebeanstalk.com/1-year-old-toys.php">toys for 1 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span></a> and <a href="http://www.ebeanstalk.com/2-year-old-toys.php">toys for 2 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span></a>. They have a team of moms and a team of child experts that help them pick out <a href="http://www.ebeanstalk.com/">toys by age</a>, so you can be sure your child gets toys that have been specifically matched to his or her age!</p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-32799286518936391192010-03-10T19:08:00.003-07:002010-03-10T19:28:48.233-07:00I'm sucking at the blogging.It has been so long since I posted that I kept thinking that I had to post something really fabulous.... which now feels like too much pressure. So I'm getting this "first post" over with... so I can move on. <br /><br />I could tell you about all of the things I've been thinking about blogging about... you know, when I plan my blog posts while laying in bed, washing the dishes, or taking a shower... but now I forgot what they were. They were some amazingly deep and very moving prose though, I'm sure.<br /><br />Instead I'll tell you that I think that:<br /><ul><li>All <a href="http://www.ricekrispies.com/?utm_source=msn&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=rice%2Bkrispy%2Btreat%2Brecipe&utm_campaign=Brand#/recipes/the-original-treats">Rice <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krispies</span> treats</a> should be made with 5 cups of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krispies</span>... never 6.</li><li><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Quinoa</span> is pretty yummy and makes a good sub when you are super sick of putting rice or pasta with every dish.</li><li>I bought that milled <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">flax seed</span> at Costco and am beginning to use it as a sub for eggs, butter, or oils in my recipes. So far, I've tried it in pancakes in place of oil... they were great!</li><li>We can eat an entire bunch of bananas in one day, and Andy hates bananas.</li><li>I would like to submit <a href="http://www.gerber.com/AllStages/Products/Fruit_Puffs.aspx?PLineId=9a8d2981-4e8c-48f7-ad4d-c5c5a3b1902b&PCatId=9772c526-b81c-45a2-80c7-dd7893122bea">Gerber Graduates Puffs</a> to the <a href="http://www.mypyramid.gov/">USDA</a> as a new food group so that I don't feel so guilty for how many of them Maddie eats in one day. They are wonderful because not only do they fill her tummy a tiny bit, but they keep her busy!</li></ul><p>I'll try to think of the deep stuff for next time. ;) Phew... got that post over with! Now maybe I'll be able to start writing more and reading yours! I've missed you.</p><p> </p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-63111937707659323582010-02-12T20:49:00.002-07:002010-03-11T11:41:46.201-07:00We Are The World 25 for Haiti<p align="center"><object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object></p><br /><p></p><p align="center"><a href="http://wearetheworldfoundation.org/">We are the world 25 for Haiti</a></p><p></p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-38924775077429925922010-02-08T18:57:00.003-07:002010-02-08T20:39:30.101-07:00Pain in the buttAfter I posted the last Maddie update, she got sick. She had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">diarrhea</span> and some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vomiting</span>. No fevers. It lasted way too long, poor baby. The diarrhea caused a major diaper rash. I'd never really seen diaper rash before, Fischer never had it, this was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> terrible and appeared to be incredibly painful. I was trying anything and everything to relieve her pain, but the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">diarrhea</span> kept coming, making it worse.<br /><br />I had kept her lathered in <a href="http://www.wholesomebabyfood.com/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boudreaux</span> Butt Paste</a>, which has been my cream of choice for both kids. In fact, I credited Butt Paste for the fact that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fisch</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">never</span> had diaper rash... that and my amazing mothering skills -HA! Sorry. The rash started to look like tiny blisters which then popped... once there were open wounds, the Butt Paste seemed to be painful when applied to her tiny <span style="color:#000000;">bum</span>. The poor sweet thing screamed and looked at me in shock that I would do something to purposely hurt her! I cried too!<br /><br />The wipes seemed to hurt her sore <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tush</span> too. I tried everything to get her healed up. I started using wet <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paper towels</span> and trying to pat her clean, I tried Vaseline, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"><a href="http://www.desitin.com/">Desitin</a></span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Balmex</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Neosporin</span>, lots of baths (that she just kept pooping in - <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">ew</span>) and every combination of them that I could think of. Nothing really helped.<br /><br />Finally the winning remedy was <a href="http://balmex.com/products-ointment.html">B<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">almex</span> Healing Ointment</a> and Maximum Strength De<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">sitin</span>. I put the B<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">almex</span> on first and the D<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">esitin</span> on top... she was totally protected and started to heal. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">YAY</span>! The great thing about that Maximum Strength D<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">esitin</span> was that it stayed on between diaper changes, whereas some of the others seemed to either get absorbed or rub off on the diaper.<br /><br />Did you know that when you use diaper creams you are supposed to apply them like a paint rather than a lotion. You aren't supposed to rub them in. I didn't know that with Fischer.Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-17438133829314611342010-01-29T09:11:00.003-07:002010-01-29T09:17:41.022-07:00OverheardFischer and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> were sitting at the kitchen table having lunch and discussing who <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF's</span> little brother, X-man, should marry...<br /><br />Fischer: "Maybe X-man will marry Maddie."<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span>: "Maybe he'll marry Baby Evelyn".<br /><br />Fischer: "Maybe he'll marry <em>me</em>."<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span>: "No, <em>I'm</em> going to marry you, <em>remember</em>!"<br /><br />Fischer: "Two boys can get married."<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span>: "No, because you need a <em>mom</em> and a <em>dad</em>."<br /><br />Fischer: "Or you could have two moms or two dads."<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(I absolutely LOVE listening to them talk to each other.)</span></em>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-2788094815931234982010-01-01T04:06:00.000-07:002010-01-01T04:06:00.150-07:00Growing up Maddison<div>Maddie Moo is five months old! I cannot believe it, she is growing up too fast! She is also growing like a weed! ... a long round weed!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLS0J1q8PbpIzFlu6RIS1CsXuE0vgEwrdkHxjRecOaLorWsfr0P-LdpwpRAgdl94EBVIBgE_0JMxaeuUHNs6gZXQYSnnAGJGwfLpS9J3g_TuHLKB8suw-Wtsl4x3GAqHiDp6XXsx9qeyNM/s1600-h/December+2009+038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420891053458777442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLS0J1q8PbpIzFlu6RIS1CsXuE0vgEwrdkHxjRecOaLorWsfr0P-LdpwpRAgdl94EBVIBgE_0JMxaeuUHNs6gZXQYSnnAGJGwfLpS9J3g_TuHLKB8suw-Wtsl4x3GAqHiDp6XXsx9qeyNM/s400/December+2009+038.JPG" /></a> Here are some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span> Facts:</div><br /><p>Nobody ever calls her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span>. It is Maddie Moo, Maddie Cakes, Maddiekins, Moose, Gorgeous, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">MadDog</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Madd</span>, Pumpkin Bread, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Punky</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Punky</span>, the list goes on...<br /></p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFG4VWdXPMDNK3iBFyIpbIsAfUpgDvUD4uzJ5ivUqNBIXBOzxVQdPdm88KcOXRfH1thy6Xk49nvFTwOOyeIfQwSfKZ7PJRCDPjLImInZ8Fh_rlqudqeVBS75Qeud6FzHSwNzFcWEqmxoj/s1600-h/Nov+2009+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890303111514002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFG4VWdXPMDNK3iBFyIpbIsAfUpgDvUD4uzJ5ivUqNBIXBOzxVQdPdm88KcOXRfH1thy6Xk49nvFTwOOyeIfQwSfKZ7PJRCDPjLImInZ8Fh_rlqudqeVBS75Qeud6FzHSwNzFcWEqmxoj/s400/Nov+2009+017.JPG" /></a> Maddie LOVES her daddy! She lights up whenever he walks into the room. She can't take her eyes off of him! He makes her laugh so hard she turns bright red and gets the hiccups!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjJfJ-5e_nZg8495rNveWiVlpGXg5u9FUg0oUVSXQrREPNdL0kUjUFniA8BlFr5jTr79r98KySZfDiU9Gq7qII6dziSYSUcu2bG_nb3JZdm6LNO7cfXLvpF_vfoltw06F56yTF_ueoQT-/s1600-h/December+2009+024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890309876766082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFjJfJ-5e_nZg8495rNveWiVlpGXg5u9FUg0oUVSXQrREPNdL0kUjUFniA8BlFr5jTr79r98KySZfDiU9Gq7qII6dziSYSUcu2bG_nb3JZdm6LNO7cfXLvpF_vfoltw06F56yTF_ueoQT-/s400/December+2009+024.JPG" /></a> She also ADORES her big brother. Almost everything he says or does seems to delight her and evokes a smile or a laugh. She seems to be studying him always.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjly_kDFPGS8sA_F-WpfLbCllkBKtLEfzW_JCa16IWtRRIK2FzpSvq7bjKBqZtbLNp2DkOqjnJLnzUfo4FBglAKcy3aRzsox1stny9_rq1wkrbNcCXdsT8Dx2QgbWmv3GpgTib-_fwirK0v/s1600-h/Various+and+December+2009+048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890787733654354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjly_kDFPGS8sA_F-WpfLbCllkBKtLEfzW_JCa16IWtRRIK2FzpSvq7bjKBqZtbLNp2DkOqjnJLnzUfo4FBglAKcy3aRzsox1stny9_rq1wkrbNcCXdsT8Dx2QgbWmv3GpgTib-_fwirK0v/s400/Various+and+December+2009+048.JPG" /></a> Maddie Cakes almost ALWAYS has cold feet. No matter how she is dressed, her feet are like little ice cubes. They warm up when you rub them, or in the tub, but socks, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span>, booties, you name it - none of it can warm up those frigid little tootsies!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE4z7_Uf633T6CLHGltAwuOIdzQ_AdQp4Tgh4VudRFKrGcRTJw9Wioxrpth8NFhFcDc1eQOoLqnhrFFgbxIKBOkY4UCBkJPaR4n0KxnOQ8thbUoI1sVbWDn8f-Li0ReADyGuAprr83tT6G/s1600-h/Various+and+December+2009+034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890781850586898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE4z7_Uf633T6CLHGltAwuOIdzQ_AdQp4Tgh4VudRFKrGcRTJw9Wioxrpth8NFhFcDc1eQOoLqnhrFFgbxIKBOkY4UCBkJPaR4n0KxnOQ8thbUoI1sVbWDn8f-Li0ReADyGuAprr83tT6G/s400/Various+and+December+2009+034.JPG" /></a> She has really small feet. She fits nicely into 6-9 month clothes but her tiny feet can still wear some of her newborn shoes.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfsFNbE7nYT53H6nK1InAAD6Z87tieqO596MR5c1w4CpMWEE5_YDZl1-ELAZEtLw6jsYA8ObuZ8F3bDS5qsFP4FR42-BAuNi6JRnUfNCn22CoWDLp8DGJS1ubEatP6c1BOu4VF7J_cOYb1/s1600-h/December+2009+039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890315506670178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfsFNbE7nYT53H6nK1InAAD6Z87tieqO596MR5c1w4CpMWEE5_YDZl1-ELAZEtLw6jsYA8ObuZ8F3bDS5qsFP4FR42-BAuNi6JRnUfNCn22CoWDLp8DGJS1ubEatP6c1BOu4VF7J_cOYb1/s400/December+2009+039.JPG" /></a> She slept in her car seat in order to be upright because of reflux for the first four months of her life. She was in the car seat, in the pack and play, in our bedroom. Now she sleeps in her crib in her own room.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kW6U9UPf5m65UYbkL5gSKhbzg6lzWtU7T6ORwOnJyerWIquO11ICFQN-732_AlkznduMFKx57Jhgx0k0D2AFggEQBHz_F2awql0LaoToiRDS5mSe6jGO8MugVC_3zP66mCR4U-8JC9Bd/s1600-h/Various+and+December+2009+045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890786339210578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kW6U9UPf5m65UYbkL5gSKhbzg6lzWtU7T6ORwOnJyerWIquO11ICFQN-732_AlkznduMFKx57Jhgx0k0D2AFggEQBHz_F2awql0LaoToiRDS5mSe6jGO8MugVC_3zP66mCR4U-8JC9Bd/s400/Various+and+December+2009+045.JPG" /></a>She sleeps like a champ! TWELVE hours a night! I shouldn't brag, I'm sure to be jinxing myself as we speak... but WOW! Fischer never did that... he still doesn't! She goes to bed at 7 pm and usually wakes up around 7:30 am.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZophkGEgr_HHYGIL8PQjlGn82LPhdfP-ETuXiTd5QS3OK38AWptaOj3lgZPh3okD9U-e_miGFBa7DaqLtOlKPu4oJkLndjCPWKKfPcqAjmc8Cs5np5OYzlrvz5OH0gBZl09qnSduFuge/s1600-h/Nov+2009+009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890290405705378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZophkGEgr_HHYGIL8PQjlGn82LPhdfP-ETuXiTd5QS3OK38AWptaOj3lgZPh3okD9U-e_miGFBa7DaqLtOlKPu4oJkLndjCPWKKfPcqAjmc8Cs5np5OYzlrvz5OH0gBZl09qnSduFuge/s400/Nov+2009+009.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0aAxnFP1takfEIpRrrsGNxetk9_LP8i6DuRXP34YhfjlvAq2643YMLwA_gARNgQZi6iJinvaUa6QRdF-IH3UVyt2Cq0JWqW2wsVVFnM2wsy6KmrJ2dK-awo-eI-biD3X4dYK63OOkmlM/s1600-h/Nov+2009+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420901225246226594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0aAxnFP1takfEIpRrrsGNxetk9_LP8i6DuRXP34YhfjlvAq2643YMLwA_gARNgQZi6iJinvaUa6QRdF-IH3UVyt2Cq0JWqW2wsVVFnM2wsy6KmrJ2dK-awo-eI-biD3X4dYK63OOkmlM/s400/Nov+2009+010.JPG" /></a> On Christmas she rolled from front to back. She hasn't rolled from back to front yet, and doesn't seem to feel the need to do so. Also, she is also perfectly content to not put an ounce of weight on her feet. Who needs to stand?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrSNwJEF0xtcasRmtBs9x9ngVDvMTxuiV9Epqsl0zPNW1pqqLqgQMywUpMkSV67EkZLHk7aGFI06-nKa4sH3UhD8yyohefZ1KLW4baCEF_9q1hiR2hFUM6aimLtopmG4CcuhwHBY_jBKd/s1600-h/December+2009+038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890766171222546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrSNwJEF0xtcasRmtBs9x9ngVDvMTxuiV9Epqsl0zPNW1pqqLqgQMywUpMkSV67EkZLHk7aGFI06-nKa4sH3UhD8yyohefZ1KLW4baCEF_9q1hiR2hFUM6aimLtopmG4CcuhwHBY_jBKd/s400/December+2009+038.JPG" /></a> <p>At her four month appointment, the doctor said that at 26.8 inches, she is completely off the charts in height, well over the hundredth percentile. And at 15.4 pounds, she is in the 95<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> percentile for weight. He did say that she was "the picture of health". <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">YAY</span>!<br /></p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uiL6t9Di1CvPWXLsw8PZYrZMhMS892Md198w6E7Ti5204v-AKwEotpsqei9IgBSNcYQ0wMQf3U1Xle5EI1-Q8kparC6OO1rkOuLvqGMyTBbSvGITgUkO2SwToiSuu64a9eg24SBX2ceH/s1600-h/285.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420889787932016258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uiL6t9Di1CvPWXLsw8PZYrZMhMS892Md198w6E7Ti5204v-AKwEotpsqei9IgBSNcYQ0wMQf3U1Xle5EI1-Q8kparC6OO1rkOuLvqGMyTBbSvGITgUkO2SwToiSuu64a9eg24SBX2ceH/s400/285.JPG" /></a> She loves to be upside down and especially loves to watch football upside down. I really need to capture that on film.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZRObXIdJuZz8QB8E3p6jaOPEAgUeoEBawRXj-KKUVbZCGrC4BtyAZmOXLIQSkyzCft86-PmULoQvp-0_v3kICdAbenFM7FHDfZ52RmQwLsGX_FQgKGCrKJA6jlvF9lyB5nXSX0mnF7oL/s1600-h/Nov+2009+003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420889814197082338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZRObXIdJuZz8QB8E3p6jaOPEAgUeoEBawRXj-KKUVbZCGrC4BtyAZmOXLIQSkyzCft86-PmULoQvp-0_v3kICdAbenFM7FHDfZ52RmQwLsGX_FQgKGCrKJA6jlvF9lyB5nXSX0mnF7oL/s400/Nov+2009+003.JPG" /></a><br />She doesn't cry often, but when she gets really wound up and inconsolable, the sure-fire trick to calm her is to take her into the bathroom with the light on, the fan on, and the shower on.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokMPHZCXa-jTf08JH47DUDdith1da41geLOcrPeUmEoXaBHd7AwEsyveBxddQmLJ76cwXtooqDOMGUu_yuKDts0Yx7vBl6oqvwKjmR7zG8Ep5zOFsqskYYuJF6M9fukw90-9YsTqFaX0X/s1600-h/315.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420889803353848642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokMPHZCXa-jTf08JH47DUDdith1da41geLOcrPeUmEoXaBHd7AwEsyveBxddQmLJ76cwXtooqDOMGUu_yuKDts0Yx7vBl6oqvwKjmR7zG8Ep5zOFsqskYYuJF6M9fukw90-9YsTqFaX0X/s400/315.JPG" /></a><br />She still loves to be squished into the sling like a tiny baby. She'll take a lovely nap, if she can do that.<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4DzsDp_axsXaXPL3Z2j-xuVp6yQfUO-MOXTVdf21DHD00fQbqqmO6X7K-MjY0AtPlJBMG2XJ70tsHs_4dNH8hrOE6WiOIqeI0w3ORGB17NeC2Rj3w_qLVKlC_IEkPlZ18G0z4lU8PVfY/s1600-h/Various+and+December+2009+053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420890796028644866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4DzsDp_axsXaXPL3Z2j-xuVp6yQfUO-MOXTVdf21DHD00fQbqqmO6X7K-MjY0AtPlJBMG2XJ70tsHs_4dNH8hrOE6WiOIqeI0w3ORGB17NeC2Rj3w_qLVKlC_IEkPlZ18G0z4lU8PVfY/s400/Various+and+December+2009+053.JPG" /></a> She loves to "talk" and "sing". She makes lots of fun noises that Fischer is quick to interpret for us.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmNQ8R4w7xTXoTAaRUhLphu7VxPATC-ymP5sRs7tUs9PEIRZ15DLqfm5ZzIoBxi7D4C8VWEFOK7CIa5E5LONbIxydqeRw-eykUumR1XMYLE4gmYVLgCcdXAYUgXrrlF3GUCzRy-WwNZzt/s1600-h/274.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420889779880748562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmNQ8R4w7xTXoTAaRUhLphu7VxPATC-ymP5sRs7tUs9PEIRZ15DLqfm5ZzIoBxi7D4C8VWEFOK7CIa5E5LONbIxydqeRw-eykUumR1XMYLE4gmYVLgCcdXAYUgXrrlF3GUCzRy-WwNZzt/s400/274.JPG" /></a> When we are outside, hiking, playing at the park, etc. She prefers to have her head covered... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">as</span> shaded as possible. Even in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Snugli</span>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnDwDerRRU6nPag1dTzB9Z7FyJSLglMM_4fqPyeylfqJN3p5iLqoV7vi-8_ROUvgUHXjK4AD8EKdkgINOcQCoR0MDnwwgPMcBCnbFJGYs5pKXtumH3b8yWbvMSv_ojn5u0HZBi8CfIzyc/s1600-h/295.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420889797398110242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnDwDerRRU6nPag1dTzB9Z7FyJSLglMM_4fqPyeylfqJN3p5iLqoV7vi-8_ROUvgUHXjK4AD8EKdkgINOcQCoR0MDnwwgPMcBCnbFJGYs5pKXtumH3b8yWbvMSv_ojn5u0HZBi8CfIzyc/s400/295.JPG" /></a> She already has a best friend of course, her little X-Man. He is 2 1/2 months older, but they are very close in size. X-man is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF's</span> little brother.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKBDeqKriMHWPRpSTwdpFf94sracvlxDPhFDCWxp_oSlz0G7wORI8ZdMgkI-av53ES8210L8uCLfZZp0dFHxDOX4acHlBfwZueQyYvPe_3j5T0hNSB9aEeKiFt1zXelMCFqQIvSk-kZio/s1600-h/October+2009+042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420901232774286722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKBDeqKriMHWPRpSTwdpFf94sracvlxDPhFDCWxp_oSlz0G7wORI8ZdMgkI-av53ES8210L8uCLfZZp0dFHxDOX4acHlBfwZueQyYvPe_3j5T0hNSB9aEeKiFt1zXelMCFqQIvSk-kZio/s400/October+2009+042.JPG" /></a><br />This week she tried rice cereal for the first time. She liked being fed with the spoon, but didn't actually swallow anything. In the end, she was just annoyed at the whole thing... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> she was HUNGRY!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HZsNYxEHt-xGgVyuAvC-p0oEKj9hFuOAqWJt5NwgeGjE7w2fFvVajhPdcqbAZrsivYAJUjqHJrcSruVsaDp5UiB0VCp0lK7TwUhHmXdJJi1InSwfQChQ_b4pBKZ6woFODSeBlQ1Qz2qK/s1600-h/December+2009+048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420891057606066258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HZsNYxEHt-xGgVyuAvC-p0oEKj9hFuOAqWJt5NwgeGjE7w2fFvVajhPdcqbAZrsivYAJUjqHJrcSruVsaDp5UiB0VCp0lK7TwUhHmXdJJi1InSwfQChQ_b4pBKZ6woFODSeBlQ1Qz2qK/s400/December+2009+048.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><p><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span> can brighten up a room and light up my life with just one of her happy smiles.</p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-24939927101953073972009-12-31T08:01:00.000-07:002009-12-31T08:27:35.204-07:00A goal for the new year<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, here is my plan, thanks for your advice. Instead of running for 365 days, I am going to <em>exercise</em> for 365 days minus 52 days (one day off a week). So, I'll be exercising for at least 30 minutes for 313 days in 2010.<br /><br />I'll be doing a lot of running to get ready for another marathon in October, but by using the term "exercise" I can do stretching or yoga if I am sick or injured (<em>good idea Lauren</em>).<br /><br />Do you have any fitness plans for the new year, or fitness plans that work for you now? I'd love some ideas and advice to keep myself motivated. There is a 6 week plan in the Women's Health magazine that I think I'll incorporate at one point, and I'll do the Couch to 5k plan too. I'm thinking that if I keep changing it up, I won't get bored. Also, short term goals are good.<br /><br />So this is where I am starting... I can always amp it up... but this is my overall goal.<br /><br />I'm prepping right now by cutting out all of the sweet treats and refined sugar in my diet for a few weeks. December had me addicted to cookies! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Seriously</span>, they are THAT good! ;) By the way no sugar for me means real withdrawals, like headaches, grumpiness, and ravishing hunger. Yikes!Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-91205749704158851112009-12-29T19:23:00.002-07:002009-12-30T09:13:43.808-07:00Christmas in Review - and at lengthWe had a wonderful Christmas and were totally spoiled... but hopefully we're not too rotten... <em>yet</em>!<br /><br />Fischer and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span> had their Christmas pictures taken right after Thanksgiving.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420876963990572434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwF0KdgvqxLg-PCYNo8dQ1H_YeW-qeZw4_SFaJf0Od9QMYBh_I76ddKPiqFF0tcMbEN0O0x0DVpFimKIh99oDTv3Xz_s4olNBEM8OfxUYA6aY68e76sxSZwGoWm9okT3bUmzvbEMW6muZG/s400/001.jpg" /><br /><br />They also got to see Santa! Although he was super excited to meet Santa, Fischer was pretty shy. He didn't ask Santa for anything, in fact he didn't speak at all... and it was a struggle to get him very close to Santa's lap. The rest of the month, anytime someone asked him what he asked Santa for he'd reply "I'm just going to see what he brings me!" Not too helpful for Santa...<br /><br />We celebrated Hanukkah earlier in the month with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">GrandmaBetsy</span>. Fischer loved opening presents for both he and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span>. His favorite gifts were a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Geotrax</span> Cars racetrack and a headlamp. Maddie loved a noisy butterfly toy and I loved her new cozy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span>. Andy and I were drooling over our new Dyson vacuum! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, maybe <em>I</em> was the only one drooling! Fischer loved lighting all of the menorahs and listening to Grandma sing the prayers. We had a yummy dinner complete with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">latkes</span> and applesauce... and of course enough chocolate <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">gelt</span> to go around.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPA63t726Wjyq9fvlgdnyVJ8KOknieXmnMtj5x2KEh1J897W4HVsJ5sLoSF7fPJbJxQSG7piZjMK2humE7RDtlHOKxJDZYRcMtJf4K-JlqeyJnRUP7F85xJm86NJAB6YBBzgKabRl7b8g/s1600-h/December+2009+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420879599831549634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPA63t726Wjyq9fvlgdnyVJ8KOknieXmnMtj5x2KEh1J897W4HVsJ5sLoSF7fPJbJxQSG7piZjMK2humE7RDtlHOKxJDZYRcMtJf4K-JlqeyJnRUP7F85xJm86NJAB6YBBzgKabRl7b8g/s400/December+2009+026.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Fischer and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> had a sleepover the week before Christmas. We took them with my parents to see Christmas lights at a Festival of Lights. They loved it! They <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ooohed</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahhhed</span> at all of the displays. Then they got to go to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">McDonalds</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">playland</span> late at night, I thought for sure they'd be the only kids there! It turns out, they were the only ones in their pajamas but the place was packed! Needless to say when they got home they were totally hyped up and silly! I don't think they fell asleep till 10:45! The next morning they popped up bright and early ready to go to their friends' joint birthday. They celebrated two birthdays at a gymnastics gym - so fun!</div><br /><div>My Uncle Dick came into town from St. Louis as a Christmas surprise to us all. He is my dad's twin brother, and came to spend the holidays. We were all so excited to see him!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzh4yJsTFMLYBgYiutxSs_D1PGe1mysBRvC3fLy6zAFVnjTHnOtNstPQZ9tIWJFEhYtUs6tjAIZqgmLRPoFyvrEXd0YhCVQ1kkaKv7eAmU1op8cpdZ4DYoRCxPhc9VDLZeRLABvW7PQuW/s1600-h/December+2009+034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420879604409784674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzh4yJsTFMLYBgYiutxSs_D1PGe1mysBRvC3fLy6zAFVnjTHnOtNstPQZ9tIWJFEhYtUs6tjAIZqgmLRPoFyvrEXd0YhCVQ1kkaKv7eAmU1op8cpdZ4DYoRCxPhc9VDLZeRLABvW7PQuW/s400/December+2009+034.JPG" /></a><br /><div>A few days before Christmas, Fischer got sick. He was running a fever (which he never does) it fluctuated with Tylenol between 99.9 and 102.6. It came on Monday night, stayed through Tuesday... where he laid on the couch all day complaining of a tummy ache and a head ache. That night both of our thermometers stopped working, and Andy was at hockey. Maddie was crying, Fischer was crying... they both felt hot and I was getting nervous. I called my dad to bring over a thermometer and he, my mom, and my uncle all showed up with brand new thermometers! We spent the next hour taking each others temps with all three new-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">fangled</span> expensive thermometers... and let me tell you that none of them work! Not one consistent reading in the bunch. One was a temple thermometer, one was a forehead thermometer, and one was a regular oral/armpit/rectal digital thermometer ... <em>no we didn't test out the rectal feature</em> ... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">geez</span> you are gross!</div><br /><div>Anyway, by morning nobody had a fever (I think), but Fischer was complaining of abdominal pain in the middle and on the right side. Our pediatrician sent us to the ER, for fear of a appendicitis. The ER doc, was suspicious of the same diagnosis. He wanted to give <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fisch</span> a CT scan to find out for sure, but told me that a CT scan is enough radiation in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">schooler</span> that he had a chance of developing cancer later in life as a result. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ummm</span>? Really? I'm being asked to make a decision about giving my son cancer when he is a grown man?.... Nobody tells you this kind of stuff before you have kids. Well, I decided to have them treat him for constipation, just in case, and wait a little while to see if his pain gets worse. Thankfully, that seemed to do the trick... Praise God. Nobody wants their baby having surgery over Christmas.</div><br /><div>We laid low Christmas eve and skipped out on church and Aunt Beth's annual party, Fischer needed to be home to rest and get well for the next day. We watched movies, made cookies and prepped for Santa. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hHtv-zpFpRNCjwPSZ4SYhh5bHbAoV5qm7BspQmoi-6ZrnZniBeO_LwbTddQoanGdQ_ey59N3LxDgPstvZMaTSqSfTV8wGfcmnjhjexG9l7aAEZa44GpsnyNuSkqcuPHEK0Yyf4IOP8rG/s1600-h/December+2009+018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420879613923318322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hHtv-zpFpRNCjwPSZ4SYhh5bHbAoV5qm7BspQmoi-6ZrnZniBeO_LwbTddQoanGdQ_ey59N3LxDgPstvZMaTSqSfTV8wGfcmnjhjexG9l7aAEZa44GpsnyNuSkqcuPHEK0Yyf4IOP8rG/s400/December+2009+018.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91jZneHpKMy2T8Hag_0_av32BxhD4OIdtsqmmZzvWly-2fnN_lRV5BnDBaUtSijDc_zto3Fhck55nC_RZsYginf1M2LAJD0y4ugiJfJ-MCSed6qWZIXL_C0n8jgE2xIuYWLCpzzkBTiz-/s1600-h/December+2009+021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420879623478913810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91jZneHpKMy2T8Hag_0_av32BxhD4OIdtsqmmZzvWly-2fnN_lRV5BnDBaUtSijDc_zto3Fhck55nC_RZsYginf1M2LAJD0y4ugiJfJ-MCSed6qWZIXL_C0n8jgE2xIuYWLCpzzkBTiz-/s400/December+2009+021.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Christmas morning, Fischer woke up to find that Santa had brought him all kinds of goodies. He actually allowed him <a href="http://fisforfischer.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-guy-better-not-come-into-our-house.html">to come down our chimney this year</a>. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fisch</span> opened both his and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison's</span> presents from Santa, Granddad and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Grandmom</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> and X-man, us, the dogs, etc. Definitely spoiled! Maddie just laid on her Daddy and watched all the action. They both received fun toys, clothes, games and ornaments.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZIQ5HFsVuPDUbJKZLP_vO4hyphenhyphenyFw6txkG3KA8Jl1lz93nf1dyqOFaocs_kG19taCp4SxGvlK5QTPwIf9ZRstRgWQEsr9v9RSTLizvubb3xEX9cjKjWXTJIQuld65axfhDMh35oRcMUcw8/s1600-h/December+2009+029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881624019455586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZIQ5HFsVuPDUbJKZLP_vO4hyphenhyphenyFw6txkG3KA8Jl1lz93nf1dyqOFaocs_kG19taCp4SxGvlK5QTPwIf9ZRstRgWQEsr9v9RSTLizvubb3xEX9cjKjWXTJIQuld65axfhDMh35oRcMUcw8/s400/December+2009+029.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfPpnrzS0TD5g9fb8mSL1p5DQqsmjmE-fs8JkOK4_6F-aB6LoAe6UPZjYYslivOtaHlwNCmVtMq8880wKB_TI9eHo0wD0GMIGC5GROzW-iPpRxOQpW9zno4-7rosBInuF-PNRS1hcyY9M/s1600-h/December+2009+026-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420879625246093202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfPpnrzS0TD5g9fb8mSL1p5DQqsmjmE-fs8JkOK4_6F-aB6LoAe6UPZjYYslivOtaHlwNCmVtMq8880wKB_TI9eHo0wD0GMIGC5GROzW-iPpRxOQpW9zno4-7rosBInuF-PNRS1hcyY9M/s400/December+2009+026-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Then we stayed in our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">pjs</span> and headed over to my parents' house to open presents with Grandpa, Grandma Barb and Uncle Dick. We ate cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate as per tradition as we opened and opened and opened! Fischer was in present heaven and quickly turning into the Christmas Monster! After all the gifts were finally opened he was able to open the GIANT present that Uncle Matt and Aunt Jana had sent.... the anticipation had been killing him! It was a kitchen set, he was delighted! "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cuz</span> why I love kitchen sets!" We ate a lovely breakfast together and then headed over to Andy's Grandma's house.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKmar6qy3vPBj6C__a5-YFXEKoNTpkGpBDAQvqH5RxZHPmK5x446crNZ6by3k-dvGje319V4fWerh9wWfywDeN2Usu5vAAZNK66Zu6kMfx-mJZ9ZpUYmkK_AP0xnE2AmYjcI4V_dfIx8f/s1600-h/December+2009+036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881629330668194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKmar6qy3vPBj6C__a5-YFXEKoNTpkGpBDAQvqH5RxZHPmK5x446crNZ6by3k-dvGje319V4fWerh9wWfywDeN2Usu5vAAZNK66Zu6kMfx-mJZ9ZpUYmkK_AP0xnE2AmYjcI4V_dfIx8f/s400/December+2009+036.JPG" /></a><br /><div>More hoopla at Grandma Pearl's with food, presents and fun. Finally we headed home where we all took a nap. Then gussied up to head back over to grandma and Grandpa's for Christmas dinner with Uncle Dick.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJZGnhmQzFOJt_xZVpZdUPyfkF0fecmjGaBy8KP99Lh-hhkOmClitLkNes1Cenkv00FATLZ3ZbyogBnW9KZiOoLRZl19zUVJo7CQdHAqvuiL3bFtDqhukJ5jTPelETDRPY42rOv8W7hjM/s1600-h/December+2009+046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420881633503415906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJZGnhmQzFOJt_xZVpZdUPyfkF0fecmjGaBy8KP99Lh-hhkOmClitLkNes1Cenkv00FATLZ3ZbyogBnW9KZiOoLRZl19zUVJo7CQdHAqvuiL3bFtDqhukJ5jTPelETDRPY42rOv8W7hjM/s400/December+2009+046.JPG" /></a> We were able to see Uncle Matt and Aunt Jana on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">Skype</span>. It looked like they'd had a great Christmas too!</div><br /><div>Now to chill and enjoy the rest of the holiday break. So great! We are so thankful to God for our friends, family and many many blessings. We hope you all are enjoying the holidays too!</div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-27802328412701919032009-12-17T19:05:00.002-07:002009-12-17T19:44:32.071-07:00Deep thoughts<ul><li>It is impossible to bake cookies and not eat any of them... or most of them.</li><li>"Your hands feel like feet. " That's what my mom always told me whenever she touched my hands when they needed lotion. Right now they are so dry from washing them millions of times a day. The skin under my wedding ring is cracking!</li><li>One time I was holding the choir book in middle school and the girl next to me told me that my thumb looked like a big toe. Try holding a book open to share with someone else while hiding your thumbs from view... it is very hard... especially if the book is heavy.</li><li>Also, one time in middle school, it was the first day of school and I went to sit down at a desk in my math class, and a girl whipped around from the desk in front of me, pointed to the other side of the room and said "You and your little friends can sit over there!" I was totally shocked at her tone. It could only mean one thing... I went home and announced to my mother that I had just discovered that "I'M a NERD!" Then my mother responded very matter-of-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">factly</span> with, "You can't be a nerd. I'm not a nerd. Your father is not a nerd. Therefor, you cannot be a nerd." So there you have it - it is genetically impossible for me to be a nerd - take that you middle school girl!</li><li>Sophie has a little tumor or something on her lower eyelid that is poking her in the eye... apparently the vet wants $550 dollars to remove it... and clean her teeth of course. What the? I said, I'll wait till Sophie starts winking at me because it is bugging her. Is that wrong? After all remember the <a href="http://fisforfischer.blogspot.com/2009/05/recently.html">million dollar procedure </a>(and teeth cleaning, of course) that Kaia had to have a few months ago? </li><li>My family is asleep, my to-do list is a mile long... and yet, I've picked right now to finally write another blog post.</li><li>I like my own sugar cookies and chocolate chip cookies better than yours. Don't worry, everything else you make is better than mine... but not these cookies.</li><li>I'm contemplating setting an impossible goal... running 365 days in 2010. This is big, since I've only run three times since April. BUT I really want to run the Nike Women's Marathon in San Francisco next October, and I don't want to be as crappy as my last marathon... so it'd be nice if I shed some pounds and got my groove on instead of just talking about it. I think I'll start with a Couch to 5K plan and go from there. Also... I was thinking that for everyday I run this December, I'd allow those to be my buffer days next year. Like, if I run 5 days now, then I'll forgive myself for missing up to 5 days next year... I'm still thinking about it. I think my stipulation would be that I have to be run/walking for at least 30 minutes. Then, as soon as I can run for 30 minutes without walking... the stipulation would change to running for at least 30 minutes. Do you think 365 days is too big of a goal for this all-or-nothing chick?</li></ul><p> </p><p> </p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-10012988420851730832009-12-13T05:32:00.002-07:002009-12-13T05:39:48.044-07:00I'm back from temporary indecisivenessI started thinking that I should make the blog private.... then I thought about quitting altogether... then I got over it. I hadn't invited anyone to read it... I just sort of turned it off... for a few days. <br />I was thinking that if I went "private" then I could be a little more specific on certain things. I'm stinking at keeping up on the baby books... so I thought I could at least make sure I document things here, so I'll have the info went I want it... when I have time to scrapbook again someday.<br /><br />Anyway, sorry about that. I hope you find me again.<br /><br />Oh... and I guess blogging everyday in November just wasn't in the cards for me this year! Oops!Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-61522493788955197752009-11-16T20:13:00.009-07:002009-11-16T20:31:40.643-07:00Happy Birthday MOM/Grandma!<div align="left">So, I told you my mom was a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rock star</span>.... why you ask? Well, actually she is a self-proclaimed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rock star</span>, BECAUSE she has just realized that this year I have come to respect her infinite motherly wisdom! :) Actually, it is true. Somehow, my mom finally seems to know a thing or two about life, motherhood, womanhood, family, marriage, friendship, faith, health, etc. It is so amazing.... she went for years (especially my teen years) where she knew absolutely <em>nothing</em>! Poor thing! So basically she is rocking the advice these days... and I'm listening!<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Happy Birthday Mom! </div><div align="center">Congratulations on your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rockstardom</span>! You are too fabulous for words, too twisted for color <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">TV</span>, and the most beautiful person I have ever known. I am so glad that you are <em>my</em> </div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Rock Star Mom</strong></span></span>!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiACybWM1QJT-vUCqu5Wqe0V_K476PS2SH6lMZtbJxja4z_nM1X9-F4VD73nqjQ6LhyWwmMOV1Y8L77pj45_FUpwGtRrmguggU59BgKNUdrwUC-vMpCJqtJGj35khF5Zhs9gPSqd1n3QZEw/s1600/mom+and+me.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404908983866426402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiACybWM1QJT-vUCqu5Wqe0V_K476PS2SH6lMZtbJxja4z_nM1X9-F4VD73nqjQ6LhyWwmMOV1Y8L77pj45_FUpwGtRrmguggU59BgKNUdrwUC-vMpCJqtJGj35khF5Zhs9gPSqd1n3QZEw/s400/mom+and+me.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Mom and me a million years ago.</span></p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-23537618470241201672009-11-15T21:28:00.002-07:002009-11-15T21:31:30.915-07:00Soup and straw<p align="center">A friend of mine has her kids drink up the "juice" in their soup with a straw! Why didn't I think of that? I was always straining Fischer's soup to make it "juice-less" - now he drinks up and eats up! He thinks it is so fun!</p><p> </p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-84518874967538830672009-11-14T19:46:00.002-07:002009-11-14T19:51:40.568-07:00Lovin' these links.Lately, while I haven't been feeling <a href="http://fisforfischer.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-mia-obviously.html">quite right</a>, I've been enjoying these sites:<br /><br /><ul><li><a href="http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/">Color Me Katie</a> - for her joy and creativity</li><li><a href="http://improveverywhere.com/">Improv</a> <a href="http://improveverywhere.com/">Everywhere</a> - for making me wish I lived in New York and could join!</li></ul><p>Enjoy!</p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-24579312379515927732009-11-13T22:30:00.000-07:002009-11-13T22:32:31.249-07:00TGIF<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzk61nXCgti7dikg1M3zKshLy7qug8KyI30cijeikbnUvpIFxPo2z3aPqalwp1i8G6LS8V1f4Gw4CIsYf3huGqq61bbJPJexy2W66c0uGFK3hwwLeuyq7tHhQEhlIOesSYq5ZA6QM48nc/s1600-h/September+ocotober+2009+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403827786629835666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIzk61nXCgti7dikg1M3zKshLy7qug8KyI30cijeikbnUvpIFxPo2z3aPqalwp1i8G6LS8V1f4Gw4CIsYf3huGqq61bbJPJexy2W66c0uGFK3hwwLeuyq7tHhQEhlIOesSYq5ZA6QM48nc/s400/September+ocotober+2009+008.JPG" /></a> Maddie and her X-Man<br /><br /></div>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-88743359187725168082009-11-12T20:29:00.003-07:002009-11-12T20:32:28.898-07:00Do not read.Posting every day leads to a post like this one.... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ummm</span>... I don't know what to say. I want to tell you about a few things, but the posts in my mind take a little more thought than I'm willing to give right now and photos that are not on this computer. So, instead, I'll waste your time by posting absolutely nothing... from my bed, before I go to sleep. <br /><br />Have a great night!Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-91864954375776720532009-11-11T21:45:00.001-07:002009-11-11T21:49:33.786-07:00Happy Birthday Grandpa/Dad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkREePOvzAKi-_sCEPP65-ZxmFkLr-c43Nto8A2W1IMTlF95pWSlSEt2eW4GVVJg_ERnDXivWJA7wjkUdlsifYw-DP8-HC5RSW3zchA3djwB5gTlSjpHMd9Yl-LnwNsfjIEf6HuiKrkCD/s1600-h/grands_n_kids_n_newplant.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403073840559066610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkREePOvzAKi-_sCEPP65-ZxmFkLr-c43Nto8A2W1IMTlF95pWSlSEt2eW4GVVJg_ERnDXivWJA7wjkUdlsifYw-DP8-HC5RSW3zchA3djwB5gTlSjpHMd9Yl-LnwNsfjIEf6HuiKrkCD/s400/grands_n_kids_n_newplant.JPG" /></a> I'd just like to wish a super happy sixtieth birthday to my dad today. Thanks for being my rock and the most amazing grandpa ever! Pretty hot for 60 eh?<br /><div></div>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-55835511924160647062009-11-10T19:43:00.008-07:002009-11-10T20:11:00.073-07:00Get in Shape GirlSo, in an attempt to stay sane AND get in shape, I'm getting my groove on. Apparently an hour of exercise every day can possibly be just as effective as medication and/or counseling. As if I actually needed another reason to get my butt in gear... feeling like a crazy lady has given me that last little shove.<br />Running and a variety of The Biggest Loser workout videos from the library... and I'm well on my way to a new healthier and happier me. I will give my Bod a shout out for losing about 50 lbs after Maddie was born. Way to go Bod! My Bod deserves a little kudos after being so stubborn and refusing to lose weight after Fischer was born! Remember how I even ran another marathon between the two kids? NO weight lost!... or at least not any worth bragging about. <br /><br />Ummm, wait a minute, did she just say she lost 50 pounds and still needs to get in shape? Ummm, YES - thanks for pointing that out! Jerk. <br /><br />This is it, there is no reason to wait. I'm not having more kids, I don't need to gain more weight... I can only go up from here right? Or rather, go <em>down </em>from here. I'm outing myself as a chubby mama, now you know. BUT... oh just wait, soon I'll be outing myself as a card carrying member of the "HOT MAMA" club! In fact, on that day, I shall take a picture of myself in a white unitard and post it proudly... nothing to hide! See, now you are rooting for me... just because you want to see me in white spandex. Thank you for your support, and I forgive you for making that sarcastic comment about my 50 pounds.Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-56164175372413920432009-11-09T17:05:00.001-07:002009-11-09T17:05:01.055-07:00GoD and DoG by WJ Francisco<p align="center"><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H17edn_RZoY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H17edn_RZoY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></p><p align="center">Thanks for the link, Ray.</p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-2797741315366578232009-11-08T13:53:00.007-07:002009-11-08T17:10:42.267-07:00It is not all or nothing....I need to remember that. So often I put a plan into place, then when I make a mistake, I throw the whole plan out the window. I do it every time I'm trying to form a new habit, like daily exercise, not eating sugar, daily laundry, etc. So here I am trying to blog everyday for a month... and I missed yesterday!<br /><br />I am going to go against all that I am and keep blogging every day for the month. It is a lesson in forgiveness for myself.<br /><br />Here are a few of my random thoughts for today:<br /><br /><br /><br /><ul><li>I found out today that fireman do NOT <a href="http://fisforfischer.blogspot.com/2009/11/fischy-questions.html">wear <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span> </a>at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">firestation</span>. <em>Yes</em>, I had to ask.</li><br /><br /><li>Maddie is only noisy in church if everyone else is quiet.</li><br /><br /><li>I can now run fabulously without any <a href="http://fisforfischer.blogspot.com/2009/11/fischy-questions.html">pain in my pelvis</a>.</li><br /><br /><li><a href="http://fisforfischer.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-hot-and-too-long-yet-somehow-mood.html">Kaia</a> cannot run anymore, it makes her too <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">limpy</span>.</li><br /><br /><li>My mom has become a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">rockstar</span>.</li><br /><br /><li>Fischer and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> must wear boots and snow pants if there is even the slightest chance of encountering snow.</li><br /><br /><li><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span> looks so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">stinkin</span>' cute in <a href="http://www.babylegs.com/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">babylegs</span></a>... I just want to eat her up.</li><br /><br /><li>Fischer just told me to write : "February 27<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> we should go to Hawaii, for my present and my birthday party."</li><br /><li>That's his birthday, I think he is right! That would be a great present! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ummm</span>, I'd like to go there for my birthday too! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmmm</span>... someday.</li><br /><li>We're on round two of the fall cold... only a few days of wellness <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">in between</span>. How does this happen when I am so careful to keep our hands washed and sanitized? Maybe because my son licked the doors at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">JCPenney's</span>.</li></ul>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-17323573231277136942009-11-06T20:27:00.000-07:002009-11-06T21:33:49.441-07:00A month of Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRs7PuDcep6lnwuPb_NZ3VSxEDzIL4qNTSyF5J5c6eSFwfMprmMoy9sjZPirTLkzIYQq_RJGRqyhOyncliqTS7gnjna5AO9dyMrEQ0C-cwIqPX9pFsnxpB3Kr1tOxj8ysSXbmefA7geRr/s1600-h/October+2009+038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400836524122712578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRs7PuDcep6lnwuPb_NZ3VSxEDzIL4qNTSyF5J5c6eSFwfMprmMoy9sjZPirTLkzIYQq_RJGRqyhOyncliqTS7gnjna5AO9dyMrEQ0C-cwIqPX9pFsnxpB3Kr1tOxj8ysSXbmefA7geRr/s400/October+2009+038.JPG" /></a>October was such an eventful month, despite how I was feeling. We had a great time celebrating fall and HALLOWEEN!<br />Fischer and Maddie went to a scarecrow festival with friends and Fischer played played played: bounce houses, giant slides, tunnels, haunted houses, games, treats, pizza, petting zoo and pony rides! Maddie slept through most of it.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2T5S4MAqsYmX-KssPoXyer-wPivqjPFhyphenhyphenBHpq2QgS18aMxjuvmvNQCNSXTrMrNQWRDTViIX6FeRThRp298ghuXhSeLqE0ysqsOF24WDxBvAV-CYJSe2bGuM8HGDn3Mjm4oJNsQ-8pZDW0/s1600-h/September+ocotober+2009+023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400827913225891874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2T5S4MAqsYmX-KssPoXyer-wPivqjPFhyphenhyphenBHpq2QgS18aMxjuvmvNQCNSXTrMrNQWRDTViIX6FeRThRp298ghuXhSeLqE0ysqsOF24WDxBvAV-CYJSe2bGuM8HGDn3Mjm4oJNsQ-8pZDW0/s400/September+ocotober+2009+023.JPG" /></a> They also went to an apple orchard to see how cider was made and a very fun farm with more games, animals, rides, jumping, and slides! Maddie slept through a lot of that too.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4HKCIs9t_OH1oJI76TQgxDM8pOSFc0lHEZ-qXVAsMAJ2X_1yOuu4RQWQjaq8YBxrh4BBmv63o5EIzhbQ0VH8syHOExRPC8hPrhF3Uhh2M4jEx6ns9hzBmUyyxNYMe60oO2cgISikWQAL/s1600-h/October+2009+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400827922609987170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4HKCIs9t_OH1oJI76TQgxDM8pOSFc0lHEZ-qXVAsMAJ2X_1yOuu4RQWQjaq8YBxrh4BBmv63o5EIzhbQ0VH8syHOExRPC8hPrhF3Uhh2M4jEx6ns9hzBmUyyxNYMe60oO2cgISikWQAL/s400/October+2009+026.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xL8E1QunJyIPSnGhIEpBFpzSkc2HRrO4mH80i5ZKWsxzsoe1GXhImv9ooI2tBjYM0koYaz8Ut2CrLyCtCfImpzE-za8gt_IpoyRPc6O4cQrVhcDDbLPHcO7p4q9CgM3GFzt1P0PWla_w/s1600-h/October+2009+021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400836518651811762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xL8E1QunJyIPSnGhIEpBFpzSkc2HRrO4mH80i5ZKWsxzsoe1GXhImv9ooI2tBjYM0koYaz8Ut2CrLyCtCfImpzE-za8gt_IpoyRPc6O4cQrVhcDDbLPHcO7p4q9CgM3GFzt1P0PWla_w/s400/October+2009+021.JPG" /></a>Fischer and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> had a fabulous time at a pumpkin patch, with a maze, a spooky pirate ship, creepy decor and a tractor. Maddie slept through most of that too!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJxf1BxscA4BeeX8ysY76VENs8Yjs3dhcYNkeKAyJDm8-9MgRv4wfg7KmOGjUju1kWKaTjeBb5Uh1DPJ-4EtJF7H_SWU5uZl8zOAlx0ZFwQxY4BC2quzUAEPqkP6OJNTBsnIR8exPQVly/s1600-h/September+ocotober+2009+022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400827906478394050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJxf1BxscA4BeeX8ysY76VENs8Yjs3dhcYNkeKAyJDm8-9MgRv4wfg7KmOGjUju1kWKaTjeBb5Uh1DPJ-4EtJF7H_SWU5uZl8zOAlx0ZFwQxY4BC2quzUAEPqkP6OJNTBsnIR8exPQVly/s400/September+ocotober+2009+022.JPG" /></a> Fischer got into the spirit of Halloween with haunted tattoos (I can't believe I forgot to take a pic of all his tats!), glow in the dark fingernails, and festive toes.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400828533767920066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRyBJWVGwS91R0Azn1Zdo4pMi10z8jhgbOhejhnlUz1t1dFLsny-USkzLIDLcCDDnD6Z_SwvDzhsJjAcSMX_LIjRGn406z9v5RuIQuLPB0fcfc1hxS6Kk4cNRbFEogqVdYtBfRaNDgTh2/s400/October+2009+040.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzSsrLLhv0rgRWR12FBzz3hRIdzlLQdl9oqgTyzBATRPU1YInIDcahUj72SBmqGz1pWQn-g-7N1qeQpNNIDXpK1-GfUcKNYfngTGKC-P46UN1U7X39Pk6pPRyKt2by_nd_XcWHZwhrUxK/s1600-h/October+2009+039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400828522651425954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzSsrLLhv0rgRWR12FBzz3hRIdzlLQdl9oqgTyzBATRPU1YInIDcahUj72SBmqGz1pWQn-g-7N1qeQpNNIDXpK1-GfUcKNYfngTGKC-P46UN1U7X39Pk6pPRyKt2by_nd_XcWHZwhrUxK/s400/October+2009+039.JPG" /></a> Fischer and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> put on their costumes to go to a Halloween birthday party with all of their friends. They were so excited! Fischer had been dying to wear his "knight in shining armor" costume next to "Princess Aurora". I don't know how many times he told me that he would be able to save <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> from dragons "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">cuz</span> why she is a princess and I am a knight in shining armor in <em>real life</em>!" They were so cute together, even if they didn't hold still for pictures. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqL2vNlYST7EX618bRZHUOdGqIEDjvxgQEN7gQi_1lpxcY9QR1tlEZR_IQNkoSsF1xgfeNPW351kdD5NigET4xwhnrRchyn_b1bBRz0g5-boxovhikjRvgMoVxVFLaKy80oexSU2z7xo-/s1600-h/October+2009+053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400828544583635314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqL2vNlYST7EX618bRZHUOdGqIEDjvxgQEN7gQi_1lpxcY9QR1tlEZR_IQNkoSsF1xgfeNPW351kdD5NigET4xwhnrRchyn_b1bBRz0g5-boxovhikjRvgMoVxVFLaKy80oexSU2z7xo-/s400/October+2009+053.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ppLHyiju1tvSZVX7Km7_kmSuEtZ3iRKWwBcsVcwtJxJ8U9I0mTfqAeMtG4O9Vm6VbmhMEpamnX439-hJY7hRw2gP5ToyKllgkpNRNqQ3cayvQIzSlIJjeGi7YZAg_D2CatONCbPSvpNO/s1600-h/October+2009+057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400828540046383842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ppLHyiju1tvSZVX7Km7_kmSuEtZ3iRKWwBcsVcwtJxJ8U9I0mTfqAeMtG4O9Vm6VbmhMEpamnX439-hJY7hRw2gP5ToyKllgkpNRNqQ3cayvQIzSlIJjeGi7YZAg_D2CatONCbPSvpNO/s400/October+2009+057.JPG" /></a> Maddie and X-man went too. They mostly just wiggled around on a blanket till their legs got tangled together.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4QLcJuNBHh56ZcGiMJG7wMauEsE5jyEANycowq-uC1LelYDW9HydP0pe-ZbAyBn_J5wDL-Edl31xgyS3oZKIy5uz_kX8lOTCPIFOrsXn0dueX6-kX59flqv4wKcJxldV9ewxrlyHpYnI/s1600-h/October+2009+066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400836529065173202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4QLcJuNBHh56ZcGiMJG7wMauEsE5jyEANycowq-uC1LelYDW9HydP0pe-ZbAyBn_J5wDL-Edl31xgyS3oZKIy5uz_kX8lOTCPIFOrsXn0dueX6-kX59flqv4wKcJxldV9ewxrlyHpYnI/s400/October+2009+066.JPG" /></a>On Halloween day, we carved pumpkins as a family - Fischer designed them and wanted to make sure that his and Daddy's looked EXACTLY the same as one another.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_DR4LpzB_lXOBdUb63tb_IsB4ogUflrn7qXiaPAheGPX5Tqs0gv7HY5G7FvWDyf4zpdAXY3wMm4ZEoGT11TxNwGdh3ADK2tXSBYihW0Zt74Dk0VCk5vL-CyMWIE7McxOmmySZB40xvpw/s1600-h/October+2009+086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400837484771991986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_DR4LpzB_lXOBdUb63tb_IsB4ogUflrn7qXiaPAheGPX5Tqs0gv7HY5G7FvWDyf4zpdAXY3wMm4ZEoGT11TxNwGdh3ADK2tXSBYihW0Zt74Dk0VCk5vL-CyMWIE7McxOmmySZB40xvpw/s400/October+2009+086.JPG" /></a> Fischer and I made <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">pumpkin</span> cookies to take to a friend.... he was in charge of the frosting colors.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykDy079cqkulMXOYV-LyncZX5PzNn_BEVwMegPc1eXGJub7kmeH6kCwLHLg_lQBwdHqfgFCQkAElA0VV2_6yV93AOU702xtPcuOUxQNXSEICLOP3yi3fjz4jszzdupGLWqBA6uZGd4SsA/s1600-h/October+2009+073.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829058036931266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykDy079cqkulMXOYV-LyncZX5PzNn_BEVwMegPc1eXGJub7kmeH6kCwLHLg_lQBwdHqfgFCQkAElA0VV2_6yV93AOU702xtPcuOUxQNXSEICLOP3yi3fjz4jszzdupGLWqBA6uZGd4SsA/s400/October+2009+073.JPG" /></a> Then it was time to dress the knight and the ladybug and meet up with our trick or treating buddies.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKh_-d0D121pS2WJhT8rNg0iceaEqVleN35NhOb_BeP9VJKMmwglKusYQ0ED2QnET8PYTowyokje1aOvOfCJ1P-6ZsL2rTB-GqIKDAnH_iXJ-VaDwKfxkCTM6PM552cy8oZegytyNgXlD/s1600-h/2af3e9ce-434c-4d92-aa7a-5ba105a1a897w.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400827892793873250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKh_-d0D121pS2WJhT8rNg0iceaEqVleN35NhOb_BeP9VJKMmwglKusYQ0ED2QnET8PYTowyokje1aOvOfCJ1P-6ZsL2rTB-GqIKDAnH_iXJ-VaDwKfxkCTM6PM552cy8oZegytyNgXlD/s400/2af3e9ce-434c-4d92-aa7a-5ba105a1a897w.jpg" /></a> Our friend Ann was in town, so Danae, Ann and I rounded up all of our kiddos (which takes 2 minivans now) and drove them to all of the grandparents' houses. First stop was Ann's parents' home.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXGzXCfwImObAa3f0uq3c4BSytRdGA1hTMjDdVKu7osE4WQ8lSgQheo_J_oa1UDU-mtp25rROamzlNb9aLSQ2JSYAP15nDPqRLTXiZXCBir-OBUJIdhU5eH-lh5_0sBDzCrszWPLHfi_WX/s1600-h/October+2009+077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829076848717714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXGzXCfwImObAa3f0uq3c4BSytRdGA1hTMjDdVKu7osE4WQ8lSgQheo_J_oa1UDU-mtp25rROamzlNb9aLSQ2JSYAP15nDPqRLTXiZXCBir-OBUJIdhU5eH-lh5_0sBDzCrszWPLHfi_WX/s400/October+2009+077.JPG" /></a> P7 and Q5 were some kind of Star Wars clones (forgive me for not knowing my Star Wars characters), then their was our knight, I3 was Tinkerbell, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> was Aurora,<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUpykqh9RdY7Qq-fUWPPUdXrWAHPsd2m3MURPRfghWgrK1n2mk9lIkMn9DBZ4jAbjzrwkT0zX_ibXkuBPanqLKDufxj536ATbwd-sHyMO1f6k4Y-WNsWjXo7IYnQaoAgE5aly00ao7OTj/s1600-h/October+2009+075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829068017086306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUpykqh9RdY7Qq-fUWPPUdXrWAHPsd2m3MURPRfghWgrK1n2mk9lIkMn9DBZ4jAbjzrwkT0zX_ibXkuBPanqLKDufxj536ATbwd-sHyMO1f6k4Y-WNsWjXo7IYnQaoAgE5aly00ao7OTj/s400/October+2009+075.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span> was a ladybug and X-man was a skeleton (his hat says "bad to the bone").</div><div>Next stop was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Danae's</span> parents' house.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegQQQHok1QJiHn8q_P6L7P8hyphenhyphenZvHfweI-FSZmmO9d4SyrUUzyHcEk9RfRXtJRNY9XcXI4-D_c4re6wS59X3UOOFozW2Rb7QinE-iTUNeMjUmntTIGT858viiquGXNtvwXEi_yCJaRQxiA/s1600-h/October+2009+081.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829081020353650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegQQQHok1QJiHn8q_P6L7P8hyphenhyphenZvHfweI-FSZmmO9d4SyrUUzyHcEk9RfRXtJRNY9XcXI4-D_c4re6wS59X3UOOFozW2Rb7QinE-iTUNeMjUmntTIGT858viiquGXNtvwXEi_yCJaRQxiA/s400/October+2009+081.JPG" /></a> Then we went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">GrandmaBetsy's</span> house.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__k_giKNE5bMAdywc-sKreFKTjeRjGsPw-oeA88rzDfWCYDDoSQhqaXhT_2Dj0HudO9ueO79PKGxOluNCB3NwBoRtVNl1J4eJtUkx0LaWe4AePei3dMiTUuG6v9vnmBTZj04RcmqM0ri5/s1600-h/October+2009+082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829091989265186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg__k_giKNE5bMAdywc-sKreFKTjeRjGsPw-oeA88rzDfWCYDDoSQhqaXhT_2Dj0HudO9ueO79PKGxOluNCB3NwBoRtVNl1J4eJtUkx0LaWe4AePei3dMiTUuG6v9vnmBTZj04RcmqM0ri5/s400/October+2009+082.JPG" /></a> Finally we stopped at my parents' house to play for a few minutes while Maddie and X-man ate some dinner.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qC3fne-uorE-N9NBxVHk2cBGUySOmw9tvXFoRTiHofx6w9PjnRewUowHVftaJ-0Vxm1vqYfmLyJXCm0d0sS9csJH7CF9nnYmgLEOiFdsD9JofEApk2LCKaQSbt1eno7kwI6xN4NimdSe/s1600-h/October+2009+084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829296943971042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qC3fne-uorE-N9NBxVHk2cBGUySOmw9tvXFoRTiHofx6w9PjnRewUowHVftaJ-0Vxm1vqYfmLyJXCm0d0sS9csJH7CF9nnYmgLEOiFdsD9JofEApk2LCKaQSbt1eno7kwI6xN4NimdSe/s400/October+2009+084.JPG" /></a> Afterward, we picked up pizza, and had dinner at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Danae's</span>. Andy met us there and then we all bundled up a little and headed out for door to door trick or treating. We met up with their friends T n' T and they all ran around <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Danae's</span> neighborhood collecting loot. SO fun! What a great Halloween... and I must say that our little knight did a fantastic job protecting his tiny ladybug from dragons! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVavVdn-19Y3N126FSLArj_sB0UYRS8lBxXVPKIQCo1pNsUluooxno5OkStpzX5MYpKTgKoqlHq4Yc34ezSsRfif4d3MhasVAArk4wfi8mkg4LAQ_wy26aTfD0778_rMS4UlveglsBnAol/s1600-h/October+2009+087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401188822813863602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVavVdn-19Y3N126FSLArj_sB0UYRS8lBxXVPKIQCo1pNsUluooxno5OkStpzX5MYpKTgKoqlHq4Yc34ezSsRfif4d3MhasVAArk4wfi8mkg4LAQ_wy26aTfD0778_rMS4UlveglsBnAol/s400/October+2009+087.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-13620561544982970552009-11-05T20:36:00.001-07:002009-11-05T20:37:53.003-07:00Carrot Paint<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjIypncST_Q42d__28HwEg48NC6LxwHjCb0fmTFEVecpAgumHMOGjGEPDv0WR7BRnaesMHtCVQoVecNuHvmpOoebrAouNjnSMhGHd2Buc2GE1wEYHrjvjLk96qFSNUHs6xNlkLHnGhHND/s1600-h/October+2009+072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400829471341498690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjIypncST_Q42d__28HwEg48NC6LxwHjCb0fmTFEVecpAgumHMOGjGEPDv0WR7BRnaesMHtCVQoVecNuHvmpOoebrAouNjnSMhGHd2Buc2GE1wEYHrjvjLk96qFSNUHs6xNlkLHnGhHND/s400/October+2009+072.JPG" /></a> FYI for next year, if you run out of orange face <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">paint</span>.... use a carrot!<br /><br /></div>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-39911948280369928772009-11-04T21:33:00.002-07:002009-11-04T21:49:17.449-07:00Fischy questionsLately Fischer has been asking a lot of questions about EVERYTHING!<br /><br /><ul><li>"Do fireman wear pajamas when they sleep at the firestation?"</li><li>"How do spiders make webs?"</li><li>"Does God have a wand?" </li><li>"Well then how does He make people? Does He have a machine to make the people?"</li><li>"Does God wear pajamas?"</li><li>"How do babies go pee?" .... (later I realized that he thought Maddie maybe hadn't grown all of her parts yet. ;) )</li><li>"How old will Maddie be when I am 69?"</li><li>"When will Maddie be 3 1/2 like me?"..... and about a million other age related questions.</li><li>"When do the space shuttles take off?"</li><li>"Did Uncle Dick invent the telephone?"</li><li>"Does Elvis live with Jesus now?"</li><li>"Does Ursula (from the Little Mermaid) live with Jesus now?"</li><li>..... and on and on.... he is definitely curious!</li></ul><p> </p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717368833114451838.post-61213661459538103522009-11-03T21:33:00.000-07:002009-11-03T22:07:03.430-07:00Willow Africa and Daisy FallAfter <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span> was born, Aunt Beth came to the hospital to visit. She brought cute clothes for Maddie and a doll for Fischer. She told Fischer that he could feed "his baby" when Mommy feeds Maddie. He could hold "his baby" when Mommy and Daddy hold Maddie, etc. At the moment, Fischer seemed interested but not overly emotional about the doll. I have to admit that I wasn't really sure what to think about the doll either.<br /><br />All of that has changed over the past few months. Shortly after we came home with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span>, he named the doll Willow Africa. He began bringing her everywhere and taking VERY good care of her. He rocked her, held her, put her in the swing and the bouncer chair. He fed her (even attempted nursing her using the <a href="http://www.boppy.com/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boppy</span> pillow </a>and everything!), he slept with her, kissed her good night, sang to her, read her stories, buckled her into the car... AND Andy and I had to do all of those things (except the nursing part) to Willow also. He would change the story periodically about who her parents were, sometimes he was the dad and I was the mom, sometimes Willow came out of his tummy... but now he has settled in on the fact that Andy and I are Willow's parents and he is sometimes her brother and sometimes her cousin. He LOVES her. Now he has also added Daisy Fall to the family. She was a friend's doll that he chewed on when he was a baby, and we kept and replaced with a new one for his friend, Alexis. Now, according to Fischer, I have <em>three</em> babies (Maddie, Daisy, and Willow). They are all treated by him with the utmost respect. I mean, he kind of freaks out if I toss them to the side or once I had my leg on Willow and he burst into tears that I was "squishing her and she couldn't breathe"! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">GrandmaBetsy</span> even made little pillows and blankets for them.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_RmXrUPSETW-QJ1VxFEemQf6aVn-DCx_JwF2NwJgAImHp0_qtjcN3JJrocKzYY-fQPfX5GgS9i82iFhTG2ku7k2hOknzQnfwm3JxHqd_idYr877SERt-HUqsiPLao5ZPNtIP_ZkOF7Uc/s1600-h/October+2009+037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400096646966413842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_RmXrUPSETW-QJ1VxFEemQf6aVn-DCx_JwF2NwJgAImHp0_qtjcN3JJrocKzYY-fQPfX5GgS9i82iFhTG2ku7k2hOknzQnfwm3JxHqd_idYr877SERt-HUqsiPLao5ZPNtIP_ZkOF7Uc/s400/October+2009+037.JPG" /></a> Not a great pic, but this is Fischer watching Cinderella with Willow (in blue) and Daisy (in yellow).<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIapDk84ws7Tr8JEYMK4h5pUvG-y9EwTH3Py0D-ob5xhzr9GrXvrMjjeJbSQgGulsKBE74o4ONI0XPjoTS7X0AhVioPr1qRIKiroII5poCHvKFLGHmVwW1G7ufObpKQPqvFFJpAF7TIuL/s1600-h/sept+09+2+116.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400096655494191090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIapDk84ws7Tr8JEYMK4h5pUvG-y9EwTH3Py0D-ob5xhzr9GrXvrMjjeJbSQgGulsKBE74o4ONI0XPjoTS7X0AhVioPr1qRIKiroII5poCHvKFLGHmVwW1G7ufObpKQPqvFFJpAF7TIuL/s400/sept+09+2+116.JPG" /></a>Here is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fisch</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> with Daisy, the day <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> broke the news to Fischer that only "mommies" can breast feed. So he brought the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boppy</span> to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> and instructed her on how to do it. Luckily, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> thinks that breastfeeding happens on your love handles (of which she has none) and over your clothes! Phew! Might I add, that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">BFF</span> insisted upon washing her hands before holding Daisy and Willow for the first time. She and Fischer also had many heated discussions on just how to best make Willow stop crying... she was apparently a very fussy baby in the beginning.</p><p>So, I don't know if Fischer has transitioned and adapted so well with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maddison</span> because of his dolls, or just because he is so sweet and tender.... but the unexpected gift of a doll, has been quite the blessing to him. Thanks Aunt Beth!</p><p>Now he wants <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">car seats</span> for them for Christmas! Now I must say, that even thought he loves these dolls and cares for them, and he loves the movie Cinderella, and he has a true admiration for pretty dresses and shoes... he does seem to have an opinion on what is for girls and what is for boys. He just doesn't seem to think that these dolls are girlie.</p>Lisa, F is for Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03099795263288256108noreply@blogger.com3