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Not yesterday, but the day before, Sam was momentarily "lost"!&amp;nbsp; For about 6 minutes I might add, it actually felt like about 30!&lt;br /&gt;
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On Tuesdays Sam normally rides a different bus and gets off at the other elementary school and goes with his PCA for a couple hours.&amp;nbsp; Well Tuesday she called and said he didn't get off the bus, well he didn't get off the bus that comes home&amp;nbsp;either.&amp;nbsp; No need to panic, called school, nobody answered in the office, called Bill on his cell because every once in a while he will pick up Sam, nope, he didn't have him and said Mrs. Bly remembered putting him on bus 11.&amp;nbsp; Called the bus company, they radioed over to that bus, nope the bus was empty.&amp;nbsp; That's when my heart sank and then Tim, the bus driver, pulled over to the side of the rode, checked the bus and sure enough Sam was fast asleep and he couldn't see him in his mirror because he sank down in his seat.&amp;nbsp; We know Tim, great guy, he asked where I wanted him brought. Home sounds good.&amp;nbsp; Tim brought him to my front door and&amp;nbsp;helped Sam down the steps&amp;nbsp;of the bus&amp;nbsp;because he was pretty out of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone assured me they always check the buses at the end of the day for sleeping kids, and to be honest that wasn't my worry.&amp;nbsp; My worry was what if he had accidentally got off at the wrong bus stop.&amp;nbsp; We have come up with a lot of "what if" plans, but what do you tell your kid if you get off at the wrong stop by accident, where do you go?&amp;nbsp; Into a house? A safe person?&amp;nbsp; Who IS a safe person?&amp;nbsp; We have come to the conclusion IF you get off at the wrong bus stop, do not go into any one's house, just stay on the sidewalk and mommy and daddy will find you in a very little bit.&amp;nbsp; If it is VERY, VERY cold out, ask another kid that got off the bus if you can come to his house to call your mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Does it ever seem impossible to come up with a scenario for every bad situation that our kids might encounter?&lt;br /&gt;
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We were reading the Berenstein's Bears book about strangers.&amp;nbsp; We talked about what a stranger looks like, are they yucky looking or nice?&amp;nbsp; BOTH!&amp;nbsp; Can't tell.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes nice looking people are naughty and icky looking people are nice.&amp;nbsp; Don't talk to strangers, don't take candy from them, don't go look at a puppy with them, nothing!&amp;nbsp; If they say something bad is going to happen to their mom or dad or brother or sister if you don't go with them, they are lying.&amp;nbsp; Nothing bad will happen to us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Run&lt;br /&gt;
Kick&lt;br /&gt;
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Bite&lt;br /&gt;
Scratch &lt;br /&gt;
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whatever you need to do to get away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam's response to these actions:&amp;nbsp; "Ben would be really good at that".&lt;br /&gt;
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That's it for today folks, this post is a good demonstration of why I don't sleep at night.&amp;nbsp; I worry about crap like this ALL THE TIME!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Note to self: talk to the doctor about my medication dosage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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New struts in van - $960&lt;br /&gt;
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Van in shop overnight&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Friday, January 27th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pick up van from shop, the repair was painful, but now it's done&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Sunday, January 29th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hot temp light comes on in trailblazer&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Monday, January 30th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Trailblazer diagnosis - new water pump&lt;br /&gt;
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Service shop is now planning their new Spring Bash they are putting on for all employees because of increased revenue.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, January 31st&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pick up trailblazer from shop - $805 (not cool), but at least they washed the inside and the outside of the vehicle.&amp;nbsp; Yes, sarcasm is intended here.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, February 1st&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
New month, things will be better, right?!?&lt;br /&gt;
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Nope.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bringing Sam to an appointment, miscommunication about parking spot, we back into somebody IN. THE. PARKING LOT.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rachel is super excited to be in her first "car accident", Sam is laying in the back seat with his hands on his ears and Ben was oblivious to what happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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After inspection of other vehicle it is determined there is NO DAMAGE!&amp;nbsp; Thank you Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Saturday, February 4th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am cleaning out the garage getting ready for Girl Scout Cookie delivery and discover three electrical outlets in the garage that aren't working.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily is in the middle of doing laundry and between loads, the dryer mysteriously won't power on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Monday, February 6th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Call and electrician to fix electrical issue with dryer, he comes 3 hours later, problem resolved.&amp;nbsp; Haven't got the bill yet so who knows.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trying to fix a leaky tub drain and something "snaps".&amp;nbsp; Not good.&amp;nbsp; Call a plumber.&lt;br /&gt;
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All three TVs cable boxes stop working.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam is home sick today and when I tell him that Mediacom can't come fix it until tomorrow he says "maybe you should tell them your son is sick and he really wants to watch Batman On Demand!".&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was driving down the road after getting groceries, someone came 'this close' to hitting me as they were pulling out from their parking spot. &lt;br /&gt;
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I go to the Mediacom office in&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;here in St. Peter and explain to them the urgency of getting our TVx fixed as my son really wants to watch Batman, but for some reason they don't really seem to get it.&amp;nbsp; Maybe they need to pay a visit to our house.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, February 7th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
8:15am Plumber is here fixing drain, I am encouraging him to work fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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Supposedly Mediacom is coming (you guessed it) sometime between 1:00-5:00 this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point, I am afraid to drive anywhere or use anything within the home in fear it might blow up!&lt;br /&gt;
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PS - My ear itches really bad, I want to use a knitting needle to get in there and scratch it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The end!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First up.....First Day of School!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh my gosh, how sad is this, first day of school post in January?!?&lt;br /&gt;
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This is ridiculous, but at least the kids are cute!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam started first grade this year, which meant, he got his own desk!!&amp;nbsp; Very cool!&amp;nbsp; I know I am bias, but I also believe this to be fact - Sam is the cutest first grader at South Elementary!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there is this little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;
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First day of preschool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Ben goes to preschool at South also, although oddly enough him and Sam have only seen each other once.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily is in her second year at the&amp;nbsp; U of M.&lt;br /&gt;
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In September we went up to bring her some stuff and made a trip to Lego Land and the Jungle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever we would ask Ben where he wanted to go, he would say "ahhh Lego Land and jungle".&amp;nbsp; The "jungle" was actually Rain Forest Cafe. Funny thing, by the time we actually got to the Rain Forest Cafe, they kids were all totally exhausted and slightly freaked out by the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then along came October, which meant, Happy Birthday daddy.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see in this picture: 1. Emily missed me so much she had already come home for a visit. 2. Rachel very much enjoys getting her picture taken. 3. Ben is probably at the start of his potty training experience the same time this picture was taken and it is now February 2nd and he has finally mastered going #1 on the potty, but still craps his pants all the time. and 4.&amp;nbsp; Sam must have been hot, which really is of no surprise to anyone that knows Sam.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't worry people, earlier in the day I went down to City Hall and got a burning permit so we could light the candles.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there was this really sad day that Rachel was in Girl Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know why she looks so gloomy there, it really was a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ben also thinks his brother Sam is pretty much the coolest thing since sliced bread.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also in October we went to&amp;nbsp;the pumpkin patch.&amp;nbsp; There is this nice little pumpkin farm right outside of town.&amp;nbsp; You get to take a ride out on the hay rack to the pumpkin field and pick your own pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess it actually is a pretty big pumpkin field?!?&amp;nbsp; I don't know, but that looks like a lot of pumpkins to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily comes to visit me often because she misses me so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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The crib that we bought when I was pregnant with Rachel, the crib that was up in our house for just under 10 years was taken down and sold.&lt;br /&gt;
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He has a big boy bed now!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is our attempt at our ghost picture we take every year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yup, that's Ben the blur, running away from the picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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And here is&amp;nbsp;last year's ghost picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see last year, Ben was determined to hold on to Bill's cane he was using after his foot surgery.&lt;br /&gt;
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And here was everyone in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rachel was a big helper and had her hands full cleaning out that big pumpkin she picked out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam?&amp;nbsp; He worked on pumpkins for a little bit and then moved on to a sandwich and a little TV!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is what our pumpkins looked like when they were all done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I thought we did good!&lt;br /&gt;
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WOW!&amp;nbsp; What happened to like princesses, Hannah Montana, Dorothy from the Wizard Oz?&amp;nbsp; Nope, this year she wanted to go scary!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward just a bit more and we get to pre-Christmas celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;
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For those that have been patient and following this blog for a while know about our tradition of &lt;strong&gt;everyone &lt;/strong&gt;putting the star at the top of the Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;
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A blurry one of Sam.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ben and Rachel both had a Christmas presentation&amp;nbsp;of sorts at school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rachel's class did a couple different skits.&amp;nbsp; They had to "audition" for their parts.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Mr. Nelsen asked the class if anyone wanted to bring it home, who do you think said ME!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ben was a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; excited to get the "big garbage truck"!&lt;br /&gt;
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That meant that Ben got to stay home with Bill on Sunday while the rest of us went to Hulke Christmas and Ben stayed home with me on Monday when everyone went to Stuewe Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ben felt poorly but after three days of struggling, we went to&amp;nbsp;our favorite Dr. Kundson on Tuesday and he hooked us up with some prednisone and life got better real quickly for Ben.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ben also figured out real quickly that when the rest of the family left for a while, they were sure to come back with an arm full of presents!&amp;nbsp; He might have been sick, but not too sick to open presents let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to that roller coaster, Bill spent most of his Sunday home with Ben putting together that Knex roller coaster and that my friends was hit for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, let's finish Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; Rachel was super excited to get her present from Emily.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking this picture is truly the craziest part of Christmas each year.&amp;nbsp; And PS, please note the new jammies (Emily didn't put her's on, but she got some too).&lt;br /&gt;
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And this picture, recaps Christmas 2011 rather nicely!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, Rachel is a Girl Scout.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Monday, I am picking up 2,952 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember the kids get to pick the "theme" of their cake?&amp;nbsp; Well Miss Emily picked Tie Dye.&amp;nbsp; I did the best I could.&amp;nbsp; (Just so you know how far behind I am in this post, her birthday is in June people).&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is all the kiddos.&amp;nbsp; No we did not adopt another child, that is Paul, Emily's boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; We like Paul, but we really want Paul to return my laundry basket.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Paul I know you stalk this blog, if you don't return my laundry basket real soon, I am going to start to disclose things about you on this public blog that I don't think you want everyone to hear.&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are us girls, we are pretty special!&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily will be doing something on her laptop and the boys, and Rachel often too, just love to watch her make that thing dance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember Paul?&amp;nbsp; Yes, Paul has&amp;nbsp;a puppy named Ernie.&amp;nbsp; The little kids LOVE Ernie!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ernie will come for a visit and Ben loves to torture him.&amp;nbsp; Not really, but Ernie does react a little to the loud factor here at the Stuewe house.&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing is with wisdom teeth is you really don't know what to expect. Some people get infected, there cheeks look like chipmunks, terrible.&amp;nbsp; Others you hardly know anything happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well because I am SO smart (not really), I chose the mind over matter approach with Emily.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it worked!&amp;nbsp; She did in fact do great and was back at her old life (aka partying) in no time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well as it turned out, I did NOT like the ECHO in her room.&amp;nbsp; I did NOT like the empty, so I immediately (within 2 hours) started to move some of Rachel's stuff down into the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me explain the rooming situation here at the Stuewes.&amp;nbsp; We have 4 bedrooms in our house.&amp;nbsp; Bill and I share&amp;nbsp;a bedroom (because we love each other), Ben has his own (it's small and he's loud), Rachel and Sam share a room (upstairs) and Emily's room is downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily's last crying wish when we moved her out last year was that we keep her room for her.&amp;nbsp; Well enough, we can handle that, Rachel really wasn't ready to move down there by herself yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, now it's different.&amp;nbsp; Sam and Rachel are needing a break.&amp;nbsp; Sam needs his own space, Rachel needs her privacy.&amp;nbsp; Emily signed a 12 month lease on her apartment, so yes she will be coming home for visits but not like when she was in the dorm and the dorm would close over Christmas or summer or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily had a queen size bed, Rachel and Sam had bunk beds.&amp;nbsp; After much deliberation, it was decided to move the bunk beds downstairs and when Emily came home she would sleep with Rachel and Sam would get the big bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Rachel and Sam shared this room two of the walls were already this blue color and the other two were a lavenderish/pinkish color.&amp;nbsp; Each kid had two walls to decorate how they wanted.&amp;nbsp; Sam wanted trucks etc.&amp;nbsp; So we kept that theme for the two new walls and I had left over paint to paint the two "Rachel" walls the blue color.&lt;br /&gt;
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All the kids have their wooden letters I painted for them when they were a baby (except Emily's were painted when she was 10 yrs old).&lt;br /&gt;
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We also were able to get Sam's "egg chair" in there.&amp;nbsp; Very helpful, the top folds down so he can take a break in there as needed.&amp;nbsp; We also were able to move his Lego shelf in his room as it was in my porch (oh I'm going to have to do a post about my porch).&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam doesn't say much about rooms, but he did say when I was finished with it that he "LLLOOOOVVVVEEEDDDD his new room".&amp;nbsp; My heart melteth, I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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The wooden letters were put above the closet door where Emily's letters use to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see from the next picture.&amp;nbsp; The bunk bed is actually a lofted bed with a twin bed that fits underneath.&amp;nbsp; Emily&amp;nbsp;had this bed back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily left her stereo for Rachel for now.&amp;nbsp; Rachel thinks she is SO cool and she is!!!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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The closet is by far one of the nicest things in this bedroom.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to believe that Sam and Rachel use to share a very small closet. Where was all that clothes?!?&lt;br /&gt;
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And that brings us current with our kids.&amp;nbsp; Next up posts will include: first day of school photos and my "new" porch.&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This particular post is hard because it's about Rachel and basically the whole summer and what she did.&amp;nbsp; I have started it about 5 times and keep walking away because it seems so daunting.&amp;nbsp; BUT, I am going to finish, you may just have more pictures than words.&amp;nbsp; Sound OK?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Rachel turned 9 on July 5th and had three girlfriends stay overnight.&amp;nbsp; It was an American Girl doll party, so everyone brought their dolls, stayed overnight and had pancakes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was so nervous to start the year that she wouldn't be able to hit the ball.&amp;nbsp; Well as it turned out, she could hit the ball and pretty much wherever Rachel hits the ball she can get on first base because she is a very fast runner!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is Rachel on her actual birthday!&amp;nbsp; We brought Brownies and put candles in them for her softball team to sing to her!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I just need to add that on July 7th, Bill and I celebrated our 10th Wedding Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bill being the romantic guy he is made me a carrot cake because we had carrot cake on our wedding!&lt;br /&gt;
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Rachel was NOT in Tai Kwon Do, but she liked to pretend she was by wearing Sam's uniform.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got new clothes for pictures and also to be worn for school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She modeled nicely for this picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since all the kids' birthdays are within 3 weeks of each other, we do one big birthday celebration.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And in case you are wondering, like my brother Perry was, the four candles were representative of the four kids!&lt;br /&gt;
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Another fun part of summer was we went to Vikings Training Camp.&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't been to training camp in well, 10 years, the year Bill and I got married and let me tell you it has changed A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids were way more into the activities then watching the players practice.&amp;nbsp; I mean really how exciting is that anyway?&amp;nbsp; They had fun doing the catching, running and&amp;nbsp;golfing activities they had set up for the kids.&amp;nbsp; We went to a morning practice during the week and the crowds were hardly anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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We did wait in line to get autographs.&amp;nbsp; Rachel and Parker (one of my daycare kids) thought that was really fun, but Sam and Ben, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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August came along and it was County Fair time.&lt;br /&gt;
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We live about 8 blocks from the Fairgrounds, so we go about everyday.&amp;nbsp; The kids love to look at all the animals and get free stuff from the vendors.&amp;nbsp; Well I'm not going to lie we do our share of rides and food as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rachel has been growing her hair out to donate to Locks of Love.&amp;nbsp; Well after some researching we decided to donate to &lt;a href="http://www.pantene.com/en-US/beautiful-lengths-refresh/Pages/default.aspx"&gt;Pantene Beautiful Lengths&lt;/a&gt; instead of Locks of Love.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you why.&amp;nbsp; It turns out Lock of Love charges for their wigs and Pantene Beautiful Lengths makes wigs and they are given through the American Cancer Society FREE of charge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Here was Rachel before her haircut.&lt;br /&gt;
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The picture quality isn't great because we actually went in for a trim and at the last minute Rachel decided to get it cut.&amp;nbsp; So, I had to have Mary take a picture with her cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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And to make matters worse a month before that we were at family bible camp at Inspiration Point and the kids went fishing there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is Rachel just last week on her first day of 4th grade!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bill went back to workshops on August 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At the beginning of summer, I asked Sam what activities he wanted he to do.&amp;nbsp; In the past we haven't really tried many structured activities with him, but I thought this was the the year we would try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Transitions are not going so well for Sam.&amp;nbsp; Lack of structure is not good for him.&amp;nbsp; He needs a schedule.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We try to add as much structure as we can, but let's face it , we are a family and it's summer so it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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We do make it out sometimes though.&amp;nbsp; Here is Sam at the park.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is AWESOME!!!&amp;nbsp; He, and of course others, love to play games on it (duh), but it also has been great for creating schedules, practicing letters, visual exercises etc.&amp;nbsp; I am looking forward to finding more and more apps that will benefit Sam!&lt;br /&gt;
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Earlier in the day we had driven past the fairgrounds and saw the Monster Trucks.&amp;nbsp; Ben kept saying "wow, yellow Monster Truck".&amp;nbsp; When it came time to for the others to leave for the show, I decided Ben and I would take a little trip to Mankato and ride on the Carousal at the mall.&amp;nbsp; It was a fun night for him, but when it came time to go home he kept saying "where Sammy, where daddy, Benny go monster truck party".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Ben has been having a fun summer.&amp;nbsp; He loves having his dad home to play with.&lt;br /&gt;
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The dreaded mee-mee. (Ben came up with that name for it about 8 months ago.&amp;nbsp; Seeing we really encouraged his talking, we just went with the silly name that he came up with.&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew the mee-mee needed to go, as I knew it was interfering with his communication, but I just wanted to wait until it was a good time to do it.&amp;nbsp; We had a vacation planned for the last week in June which required 3 hours in the car (one way)&amp;nbsp;and let's be real, there was NO WAY I was traveling without the mee-mee!&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided July 6th was going to be the "magical" day of the demise of the mee-mee.&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp;Inventory mee-mees currently in the home.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Eliminate mee-mee entirely from the home.&lt;br /&gt;
4.&amp;nbsp;Listen to 7 days of crying and possibly no sleeping but come out the other end alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well.&amp;nbsp; We found out we had three mee-mees.&amp;nbsp; I cut the first two, no big deal, he said they were broke and threw them away.&amp;nbsp; He was pretty attached to the last one (which happened to be the pink one, don't ask why that one didn't get cut first but anyway) so I thought I would give him a couple days with the last one.&amp;nbsp; And let's face it, I was scared to death to cut that last one.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Tuesday, July 6th, Bill had a meeting to go to for the later part of the afternoon and evening.&amp;nbsp; Rachel had a softball game so the little kids and I packed up and went to the game.&amp;nbsp; Well, as fate would have it, we LOST the last, good mee-mee.&amp;nbsp; It ended up being a blessing in disguise because I'm not sure when I would have ever had the courage to cut that last one.&amp;nbsp; But trust me, we looked and looked and looked for that thing and couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got home from the softball game and everyone needed a bath.&amp;nbsp; Ben was the first one in and when he got done&amp;nbsp;he was running around and air drying.&amp;nbsp; Sam was next up, after he was done, I was getting him situated on our bed to watch some cartoons and all a sudden I heard some "liquid hitting something".&amp;nbsp; I turned the corner and there Ben was standing by the potty and peeing!&amp;nbsp; Wow, mee-mee took away and potty train on the same day.&amp;nbsp; Bill needs to leave the house more often!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the mee-mee story.&amp;nbsp; When he went to bed that night he asked for his mee-mee I showed him the broken one (that I dug out of the garbage, sad I know), he didn't want it.&amp;nbsp; I said pinkie (yes we had them named, big deal) was missing.&amp;nbsp; He went to sleep and slept ALL.NIGHT.LONG!&amp;nbsp; And the best part was nap the next day was complete success and the nukey is HISTORY!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The only time he asked for it was when he fell out of his crib (another don't ask kind of thing).&amp;nbsp; And the kicker of it is about a two weeks ago I found pinkie in the bottom of his diaper bag.&amp;nbsp; But I hid that sucker in the laundry room so that he doesn't find it!&amp;nbsp; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She picked her cake to be a tie dye cake.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We ended up celebrating her birthday more on Monday because she was busy with her friends on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; (go figure, friends more important than us?!?)&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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This was kind of a unique birthday because Emily turned 19.&amp;nbsp; I gave birth to Emily when I was 19.&amp;nbsp; Not going to lie, it wasn't always easy, but it was so very worth it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I could never have done it without the support of my parents, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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After three birthdays this month, Ben is really starting to figure out this whole birthday thing.&amp;nbsp; He is actually singing the Happy Birthday song along with us.&amp;nbsp; Pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;
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They are the loves of my life.&amp;nbsp; Each one fills my heart with a different love that can't be described.&amp;nbsp; I was so worried when I was pregnant with Rachel that I wouldn't be able to love two kids.&amp;nbsp; WOW, it's amazing how much love you have to give.&amp;nbsp; And that doesn't even factor in the love for my husband.&amp;nbsp; Such different loves, can't be described.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They're a group of dads (right here from Minnesota) that create music for families that creatively&amp;nbsp;communicates traditional biblical values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last summer we went to the Vacation Bible School that was held at Hosanna Lutheran Church in Mankato and we went again this year.&amp;nbsp; They have been doing the Go Fish VBS curriculum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Go Fish Guys have an awesome VBS program and the kids love it.&amp;nbsp; The best part is the week is wrapped up with an opportunity to go to one of their concerts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="line-height: 14px; list-style-type: none; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;We  were at the Go Fish Concert last night in Mankato.  Two of my four kids attended  the VBS at Hosanna all week and it was nice to celebrate with the concert on  Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="line-height: 14px; list-style-type: none; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="line-height: 14px; list-style-type: none; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;The  best part of the night that was when we got home both Rachel (9) and Sam (7)  wanted me to pray with them.  We say prayers every night so I asked them what  specifically they wanted me to pray for with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam and Ben are alike in some ways and not others.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ben's birthday was on Sunday, June 19th which was also Father's Day.&amp;nbsp; We spent the first part of the day with the Stuewes and had supper with the Hulkes.&lt;br /&gt;
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We sang Happy Birthday with BOTH families, but here is the picture with his Hulke cousins, and Sam and Rachel of course.&lt;br /&gt;
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For those that don't remember, Ben was born with a club foot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I haven't talked about that in a really long time, but I am happy to report his foot looks really, really well (maybe a bit smaller than the other, but we are so thankful for such a good end result after all the casting that we had done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well I am off to bed, but I PROMISED an update tonight so I wanted to get this up.&amp;nbsp; And as I look at the clock&amp;nbsp;I better hit publish quick, because it is 11.23!!!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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As I mentioned earlier I am now doing licensed childcare for school age kids and it really keeps us all very busy.&amp;nbsp; But I am going to start to try my very bestest to get back to the daily updates.&lt;br /&gt;
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Monday, June 13th - Samuel Robert Stuewe's 7th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
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That all ended&amp;nbsp;the year Ben was born and I decided to buy cakes that year out of necessity for my sanity.&amp;nbsp; Well, for the next years to&amp;nbsp;come&amp;nbsp;it then turned into this "let's look in the book at the bakery and order the $27 9x13 cake that mom could make for $2".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So, this year&amp;nbsp;I made a decision to go back to making our own cakes.&amp;nbsp; I told the kids they could pick what they wanted their cake to look like and mom would make it special for them.&amp;nbsp; But I also told them to be gentle because mommy wasn't no cake baker.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam initially picked Batman and then for a brief second said Sonic.&lt;br /&gt;
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After searching at Target, Shopko and Walmart for Batman figures, I came up empty handed.&amp;nbsp; But, a quick shout out to my friends yielded me three sweet looking Batmans!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam told me I did good on my cake and also told me it smelled awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here Sam is with our daycare crew.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam enjoyed having his candles lit and having everyone sing Happy Birthday.&amp;nbsp; Ben looked on with excitement in anticipation of his birthday which was just a few days away.&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn't just a gift for Sam, it was a gift for ALL the kids' birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
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That's right, we are going to have us some fun and yes that is Bill jumping in his pajamas!&lt;br /&gt;
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PS - We got &lt;a href="http://www.samsclub.com/sams/shop/product.jsp?productId=prod1620618"&gt;this trampoline&lt;/a&gt; at Sam's Club.&amp;nbsp; It was the best price we could find and it went together rather nicely.&amp;nbsp; I've heard horror stories of trampoline assemblies, but Bill and I got it ready in&amp;nbsp;a couple hours.&amp;nbsp; I was pleased with that.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are just up at night wondering, did Ben "get in" to the preschool or is he just too darn smart?&lt;br /&gt;
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He did get in to the preschool, but by the hair of his chinny, chin, chin!&lt;br /&gt;
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He (Ben) needs to be on the 7th percentile or below in two areas of development to qualify.&amp;nbsp; He was on the 4th percentile for Social/Emotional and the 7th percentile for communication!&lt;br /&gt;
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We know that his communication is delayed, but honestly had they waited another couple months and assessed him I'm not sure he would have qualified.&amp;nbsp; His speech has been taking off these last couple weeks.&amp;nbsp; Example:&amp;nbsp; This morning Ben said "Knock, Knock" I said "Whose there?"&amp;nbsp; Ben says "Benny".&amp;nbsp; Funny kid he his.&lt;br /&gt;
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I truthfully believe that because of his multiple ear infections (two sets of ear tubes) he just wasn't getting the opportunity to really hear what was being said very clearly.&amp;nbsp; And now that he is, I feel his talking is really taking off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well his talking AND his photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Such a big girl.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to think that when Emily was this age, Bill and I got married and we moved to North Mankato and soon to be St. Peter.&amp;nbsp; And now my little baby girl Rachel is "that old".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to the park to say Hi to Sam during his Kindergarten Walk to The Park Day!&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to Game Stop to redeem our warranty for a DS that had a funny screen.&amp;nbsp; We got a new (used) one, all is good once again in DS land.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was a loving husband, a great dad and an awesome grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stuewe, Robert E. age 85 of Cologne passed away on Saturday May  21, 2011 at his home in Cologne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;Funeral service held on Wednesday May 25, 2011 at 2:00 P.M. at Zion Lutheran  Church in Benton Twp. Cologne with Rev. Eric Zacharias officiating. Visitation  will be from 12:00 Noon until the time of the service. Interment Zion Lutheran  Cemetery.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Robert was born on September 11, 1925 in Cologne the son of Robert and Marie  (Rolf) Stuewe. He was baptized on September 27, 1925 at Zion Lutheran Church in  Cologne by Rev. Herman AmEnd and confirmed on April 2, 1939 at Zion Lutheran  Church in Cologne by Rev. Herman AmEnd. On July 2, 1949 he was united in  marriage to Marian ZumBerge at Zion Lutheran Church in Cologne by Rev. R.W.  Rottmann.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Bob dearly loved his wife, Marian of 61 years, his four sons and enjoyed his  grandchildren. Bob farmed his entire life in Cologne on the land that he  treasured. He enlisted in the U.S. Army and served from 1944 thru 1950. Sports  were an activity that Bob thoroughly enjoyed, watching the Vikings, Gophers and  Twins. Long drives through the countryside with his wife Marian and watching the  birds brought much happiness to him. His gentle spirit, soft spoken and  meaningful words will be missed. Our family was blessed to have him in our  lives. He was on the founding committee for Mayer Lutheran High School and was  on the board of directors for many years. Bob also served on the Benton Township  Community Chest for a period of time. He sang with the Men’s chorus, active as  an elder and various leadership positions at Zion Lutheran Church in Cologne.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Robert was preceded in death by his father Robert, mother Marie, step-mother  Minna; brothers and sisters-in-law Edgar and Edna Stuewe, Marvin and Vera  Stuewe, Howard and Esther Stuewe, Harold Stuewe; sisters and brother-in-law Edna  and Harold Hill, Esther Stuewe; father-in-law and mother-in-law Henry and  Gertrude ZumBerge; sister-in-law and brothers-in-law Virginia and Clarence  Harms, Henry ZumBerge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Robert is survived by his loving family: wife Marian; sons and  daughters-in-law Robert and Lynn Stuewe of LeSueur, Thomas and Deb Stuewe of  Norwood, Paul and Sue Stuewe of Cologne, William and Tracy Stuewe of St. Peter,  grandchildren Matt Stuewe, Kate Stuewe, Joe Stuewe, Emily Stuewe, Daniel Stuewe,  Clare Stuewe, Rachel Stuewe, Sam Stuewe and Ben Stuewe; sisters-in-law Norma  Stuewe of Belle Plaine, Joyce Harms of Cologne. Nieces, nephews other relatives  and friends.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I noticed this beautiful flower on one of our new plants we&amp;nbsp;added to the&lt;a href="http://asthestueweworldturns.blogspot.com/2011/05/uh-oh-change-is-comin.html"&gt; our little project&lt;/a&gt; we are working on&amp;nbsp;(no you haven't missed a post about the final product, we aren't done yet).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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She spent a couple days with Grandma and Grandpa Berbrich earlier this week, so last night was her first night home (unless you count the weekend when let's face it, she isn't really "mine" as I do let her out with her friends and she may or may not come home at night).&lt;br /&gt;
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Rachel was home sick Monday and Tuesday this week with strep throat. She felt terrible on Monday (hallucinating and the whole bit), but started feeling better yesterday.&amp;nbsp; So, we decided to have her start on her homework.&amp;nbsp; Rachel is a very smart little girl, but sometimes homework can be SO stressful, because she gets so tensed up when she is working on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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After she helped with homework and after we sat outside for some relaxing and after we had our first family meeting and after we ate supper, Emily took Ben outside for some play time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am SO proud of Sam.&amp;nbsp; He has to work so hard just to focus enough to SIT there and LISTEN.&amp;nbsp; So, it fills my heart with great joy to know that not only is he sitting and listening but he is LEARNING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A huge thank you to the phenomenal teach﻿er Sam has as well as&amp;nbsp;his awesome paraprofessional (helper).&amp;nbsp; They are great and know Sam so well and push him just the right amount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And now a story about his math skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last Friday it was Sam's "summer birthday" at school (aka you get to bring treat and feel special even though your birthday is in the summer)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mrs.K always has the kids, on their special day, answer questions for the class.&amp;nbsp; Because she knows Sam so well and knows he loves math, she asked him a math question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She put on the board 6 -&amp;nbsp;2 = __&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sam immediately said 4.&amp;nbsp; Wow Sam how did you know that?&amp;nbsp; With a smirk on his face, he says "you gave me that one last time".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sam again immediately says 5.&amp;nbsp; Wow Sam tell me how you knew that?&amp;nbsp; He then went on to tell some story about his dad working math with him and telling him if 5 plus 2 equals 7, then 7 minus 5 equals 2 because those numbers go together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My response was, wow that's really cool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, what I was thinking is really? my husband, he's not much of a math person and I thought it was odd I missed out on this little math lesson with him and Sam.&amp;nbsp; It would have been something that would have stood out to me, seeing that Bill is NOT a math person, did I mention he's Bill's not a&amp;nbsp; math person?&amp;nbsp; Kind of like I'm not a sit outside and weed the garden person, we all have our strengths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I asked Bill about "the math lesson", he had no idea what Sam was talking about.&amp;nbsp; But regardless of where he got it from, Sam knows himself some math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This morning Rachel wasn't feeling good (as it turns out she has strep, which is why this post is going up late because I just got back from the doctor) so anyways, this morning I was trying to keep Sam distracted so he didn't get in his head that he was going to stay home from school too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I say, Sam you want to do some math problems?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YES!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok, what is six minus two?&amp;nbsp; He looks at me like I'm smoking weed and says I don't know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok, what about seven minus two?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once again, a very bizarre look back at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And yes my friends, that's what it means to be a visual learner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SAYING math problems to Sam he was clueless, SEEING the math problems, he was a genius!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to stick with my commitment of updating Monday-Friday, but don't have a lot of time.&amp;nbsp; Blogger was down this morning so I couldn't update at my normal time.&amp;nbsp; Now it is 2:45 and I need to get things in order because Bill will be home in a couple minutes and we are leaving to go move Emily back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's hard to believe her Freshman year of college is already complete.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well I need to go get things ready.&amp;nbsp; I will have a much more exciting post on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;
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All right I lied, I'm adding a picture.&amp;nbsp; Here is Ben from when he was 7 days old!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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