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Liebers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06189417053958066874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwaL6ahnV24/TPmaOO7fVgI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/lm_3hyUp_rY/S220/IMG_0115%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>294</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLiebers" /><feedburner:info uri="theliebers" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FR3w9fCp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319225625802602947.post-9174655205209667019</id><published>2012-01-27T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:30:16.264-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T16:30:16.264-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friday Fill-ins" /><title>Friday Fill-Ins</title><content type="html">1.  It's time to &lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;get this Friday started, so we can get this week over with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2. &lt;b&gt;Rise and shine&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; ... and don't forget the &lt;b&gt;smiles&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
3.  I'm trying to &lt;b&gt;get back into the habit of blogging and recording our family's memories&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
4.  "&lt;b&gt;Mommy, are all Princesses' daddies kings?&lt;/b&gt;", that was the last funny comment I received.&lt;br /&gt;
5.  Please send &lt;b&gt;me a housekeeper--STAT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. &lt;b&gt;I hope the people I work with like me&lt;/b&gt;, cause I'm in it for the long haul.&lt;br /&gt;
7.  And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to &lt;b&gt;hubby cooking dinner&lt;/b&gt;, tomorrow my plans include &lt;b&gt;a birthday party for a friend&lt;/b&gt; and Sunday, I want to &lt;b&gt;teach Children's Church and then spend the day with my family&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I am infinitely thankful for my new job. I love what I do. I love 
the people I work with. I love helping the students who come in.&amp;nbsp; I have
 a regular schedule, Monday through Friday, 8-5.&amp;nbsp; I have an hour long 
lunch break that is just enough time to go home, eat lunch, run a load 
of laundry and sometimes even get dinner started.&amp;nbsp; I have vacation time 
and sick days and personal days.&amp;nbsp; I feel like things are just so much 
more consistent now.&amp;nbsp; I am very thankful and truly blessed to have come 
across this job posting back in June.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My family is another thing I am thankful for. I had a good amount of
 time off at Christmas and we were able to travel a bit. We got to spend
 time with Ken's dad, brother and sister in law as well as my niece, 
Abby.&amp;nbsp; I got to go home and see my parents and little brother. The kids 
and I also got to take a trip to my brother John's house and visit with 
him and Jessica and meet their dogs. Frances and Benjamin LOVED the 
dogs!! Henry was a little wary of them. He likes the 
&lt;i&gt;idea&lt;/i&gt; of dogs; not so much the dogs themselves.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are also in the process of trying to plan a family reunion with my dad's side of the family.&amp;nbsp; We all got together &lt;a href="http://theliebers.blogspot.com/2009/06/brainard-palooza-part-1.html" target="_blank"&gt;two years ago in June&lt;/a&gt; and had a really great time. This time Benjamin would be along for the ride.&amp;nbsp; We are looking at renting some cabins in a state park and hanging out together for a week. It sounds exciting and I can't wait to see everyone again!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;In all honesty, things are good right now and it is pretty easy to say that I am thankful for everything.&amp;nbsp; Things aren't perfect, but I don't really expect them to be.&amp;nbsp; I just feel like I am in a good place right now. With my family, my kids, my job, all of it.&amp;nbsp; I am a happy camper!! Except for those two grey hairs I discovered this month!!&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;mama&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;dada&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;sissy (Frances)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;bubba (Henry)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;mee mee (himself) &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;keekee (Oscar)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;cah (car, truck, etc,)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;more&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;peez (please)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;kang koo (thank you)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;coo coo (choo choo train)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;nah nigh (not nice)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;bigh (bite-as in "the cat bit me")&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;num num (any kind of food, usually candy)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;baf (bath)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;jooooooose (juice or sippy cup)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;nigh nigh (night night)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;hi&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;bye bye&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ummmm&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;noooooooo&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;huh huuuuh (for "yes") &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;mine&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;no (nose)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;eye&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ear&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ball&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Animal sound: RAWR!! (appropriate for a lion, bear, or tiger)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Animal sound: woof woof (for a dog)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Animal sound: mow mow (for a cat)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
That's a pretty good list so far. I know I am forgetting some, so I will be back to add to it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am back to add:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 31. Buck (for a male deer--I am SO proud!)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 32. guk (truck)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 33. Animal sound: moooo (for a cow)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 34. binkg (binky)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 35. coooooo (cold)&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids had a dentist appointment this week. This kids love going to the dentist!&amp;nbsp; I know that sounds crazy, but the dentists at our dentist's office are both really great. One guy goes to our church and the other woman is just really friendly and sweet.&amp;nbsp; The hygienists are awesome too!&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, their teeth don't look so great.&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp; Part of the problem is remembering to brush every night. Part of the problem is that their teeth are so squished together that it is very hard to clean between them.&amp;nbsp; Even the hygienist had trouble with all her special dental tools.&amp;nbsp; Henry is going to have to have some cavities filled in his back teeth. We also talked a bit about his thumb sucking habit.&amp;nbsp; His bite and his teeth have been already been affected and we have been talking with him about quitting, but it's not as easy as just taking away a pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;
On the way home from the dentist, I talked with the kids bout being better about brushing and not eating so much candy and I told Henry that he was going to have to stop sucking his thumb.&amp;nbsp; When we got home Frances and Henry went into the dining room while I was fixing dinner.&amp;nbsp; They were very quiet, but I was thankful that I was able to get dinner ready without interruptions.&amp;nbsp; After a quick dinner we got ready for bed and the kids got settled in for the night.&amp;nbsp; Frances gave Henry something and he put it under his pillow. Being curious, I asked him what it was. Frances said it was a note for the tooth fairy.&lt;br /&gt;
I was tired and I didn't think much of it until I was lying in bed falling asleep myself.&amp;nbsp; I jumped out of bed and crept into the kids' room. I slowly pulled the note out from under Henry's pillow. I was tucked inside a tooth ring Frances had gotten at the dentists' office.&amp;nbsp; I unfolded it and found this:&lt;br /&gt;
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Frances thought that if the tooth fairy brought Henry a pacifier that he would stop sucking his thumb.&amp;nbsp; Awww! So sweet. But sorry, honey that's not how it works!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319225625802602947-7522379630623099309?l=theliebers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Receive a text that you want to read and /or respond to.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Get something in your eye that either stings or impairs your ability to see.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be ahead of schedule for a meeting you don't want to go to.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hear a loud "Uh-oh" from the backseat followed by silence (or the sound of something dripping).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Have a misbehaving child who needs "the eye."&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Have a coughing or sneezing fit that leaves you breathless.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Have an itchy foot.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; See someone you know driving next to you, but they won't turn and look at you, despite your mad waving.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Drop your map on the floor right before the next turn.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Try to hand someone in the backseat something, but drop it right where they can seat it but not reach it. And then they start screaming for it!&lt;/li&gt;
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So, I stop whistling and turned on the radio.&amp;nbsp; And then Henry started laughing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me: What is so funny back there!?!&lt;br /&gt;
Henry: Benjamin is dancin'!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So of course, I try to look in the rear-view mirror to see what is going on. I can barely see his little head moving (he is still rear-facing in his car seat). So for the ride home I left the music on and listened to Henry giggling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Later after dinner, I was cleaning up in the kitchen and Benjamin came to visit me. I turned on some music and my iPad and he started grooving.&amp;nbsp; He was bouncing up and down and waving his arms. It looked fun, so I joined in! Then he stopped and shook his little finger at me. "Noooo.&amp;nbsp; Stoooooo." So I stopped dancing and then he continued on.&amp;nbsp; Each time I tried to join in he would waggle his little finger and tell me to stop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I made a loud hissing sound which is supposed to attract Ken's attention without alerting the kids to the fact that I am trying to point out something they are doing. (Because you know if I said, "Hey come here the kids are being cute." they would immediately stop.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Ken came in the kitchen, he saw Benjamin dancing. He said, "Are ya dancin', buddy?"&amp;nbsp; And Benjamin said, "Huh-huuuuh."&amp;nbsp; Then I showed Ken what would happen if I tried to dance, and Benjamin still got upset. But guess what happened when Ken started dancing!??!&amp;nbsp; Nothing!! Benjamin just looked at him and kept right on grooving.&amp;nbsp; Not fair!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But what really worries me is "What happens if all our kids learn their dance moves from Ken???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319225625802602947-8779277471497068580?l=theliebers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
As I drive home in the evenings, I usually try to prepare the kids for what we will do when we get home.&amp;nbsp; Usually I do this to preempt the "Can we watch TV?" discussion that I know will be coming.&amp;nbsp; Typically I tell the kids what their chores will be and remind them about putting shoes and coats away. It is never a long conversation, but there are often groans when the assigned chores are announced.&amp;nbsp; This is one of my favorite recent conversations:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Tonight when we get home, Frances and Henry, you both have clothes to put away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Henry (shouting): WHY DO WE ALWAYS HAVE 
CHORES?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me (after a brief time of reflection):&amp;nbsp; Well, chores are 
important for you to learn how to be a responsible person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Henry (after a brief silence): Oh.  I thought they were just boring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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She tried explaining Confession to Henry, but he is a bit too young to understand. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; tried explaining and didn't get much farther.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday we had this conversation in the van on the way to pick up Frances:&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp; Henry, tonight is a special night for Frances. I want you to be on your best behavior.&lt;br /&gt;
Henry: What is Sissy doing?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Tonight is when she has her First Reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;
Henry: Is that when she talks to Fr. Tom?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Yes. She will talk to Father about her sins.&amp;nbsp; Do you know what a sin is?&lt;br /&gt;
Henry: No.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Sins are the things we do that make God sad.&amp;nbsp; Do you do things that make God sad?&lt;br /&gt;
Henry: No.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Really? Are you sure??&lt;br /&gt;
Henry:&amp;nbsp; {yelling} NO!!&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Did you know that yelling at your Mommy makes God sad?&lt;br /&gt;
Back seat of van:&amp;nbsp; {crickets}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, we picked her up and grabbed a quick dinner. (This time we were running late through no fault of my own.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;This time.&lt;/i&gt; Honest!)&amp;nbsp; The service was a nice one and very kid-friendly.&amp;nbsp; Other people were allowed to come, but Fr. Tom catered to the kids who were confessing for the first time.&amp;nbsp; They had the prayers written out on the handout (which was probably great for some of the adults, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Ahem&lt;/i&gt;) and three stations just for the kids to start out at so they could go first.&amp;nbsp; They even had the screen and kneeler out for the kids that wanted to try it that way. Of course, Frances did.&amp;nbsp; Afterwards there was a nice cross necklace for each child.&amp;nbsp; The priests blessed the crosses right after the absolution and the kids got to wear them home (or play Cat's Cradle with them while waiting for their Mommies to go to Confession).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;She was so happy after she came back to sit with me. I wanted to get a chance to chat with her more about the experience, but her brothers were being...um...they were being little boys.&amp;nbsp; I did get to overhear her talking to a friend about it and apparently she was "kinda nervous" but once she got started it was "pretty fun."&lt;br /&gt;
So proud of you and the wonderful girl you are growing up to be, Frances!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8b140267dc00000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8b140267dc00000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benjamin trying to move in with the lions.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zebra&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8b6861e6b100000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8b6861e6b100000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benjamin trying to move in with the zebra&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8ad2e8c62900000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8ad2e8c62900000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monkey on boat (and Benjamin...hahaha, I crack myself up!!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adorable sloth picture for Jessica&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8a9b8c86f100000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8a9b8c86f100000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alligator feeding time (Yes, that is the same guy who was just holding the sloth; No he did not feed a sloth to the alligator)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8a940dc6ef00000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1cc34b3127ccefe8a940dc6ef00000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He's not heavy; he's my brother."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They had young giraffes at this zoo. One of the keepers told me that they procure baby giraffes because they are much easier to transport that older (i.e. taller) giraffes.&amp;nbsp; The zoo is raising money to help build a bigger, more permanent enclosure for their giraffes. For $5 you could purchase three lettuce leaves (!!!!!!) to feed to the giraffes.&amp;nbsp; I went to the kiosk to buy some lettuce and took Frances and Henry with me.&amp;nbsp; Since she was just getting ready to take a break so they could do a "creature feature" on the giraffes, she said, "Since you've got two kids I'll give you four pieces."&amp;nbsp; She was trying to help me avoid an argument, so I didn't say anything.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully Frances let Henry have the extra piece and everyone was happy!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They had a little playground near the entrance/exit with big concrete animals the kids could climb on. Benjamin was sleeping in the stroller at this point, though, so I only have the bigs.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did manage to get some fun pictures of the kids' feet afterwards! {Hey, you do what you gotta do to entertain cranky kids in the car!!} &lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday morning we set out for a walk and ended up at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first the rule was to just get their feet wet. (Benjamin wanted absolutely nothing to do with the water OR sand at this point!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were being chased by the big scary "Papa-gator!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then the rule became something about trying to keep their clothes dry...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ultimately, the questions of the day were: How long will soaking wet, too big shorts stay on?&amp;nbsp; and How dirty/wet can we possibly get?&lt;br /&gt;
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...and eat SEVERAL handfuls!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Meanwhile, the boys had walked back to the house and picked up the cars, so when they arrived back at the beach, we attempted to remove as much sand as possible and head back to the house for food and naps.&amp;nbsp; And don't worry, when I asked the rental car guys at the end of our trip whether they charged per grain or per pound for the sand, they told me it was complimentary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319225625802602947-3425979617376068988?l=theliebers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our flight left at 6:20 am, so we woke up around 4:00 and got ready.&amp;nbsp; We piled some very sleepy (and slightly confused) kids into the van and headed off to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;
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A nice man on our flight offered to take a family picture for us.&amp;nbsp; Henry refused to cooperate and Benjamin was still buckled in, but it was a nice offer, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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He also likes to point out the buses we pass. Since we drive right by part of campus there are at least three or four buses on our morning commute.&amp;nbsp; He likes to ask about the different kinds of buses. He wants to know if the big yellow school buses are Sissy's and I have to read the numbers for him so he will know. He knows the big blue buses are for Mommy's work. He seems very disappointed every time I tell him that I don't ride those buses every day.&amp;nbsp; I don't think he can comprehend why someone would have access to all those buses and just not ride them all day long!&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever we see any kind of work truck he wants to know what it is. When he was younger, I could answer "tractor" to every one of his questions. Not so anymore.&amp;nbsp; Now he wants to know what &lt;i&gt;kind&lt;/i&gt; of tractor.&amp;nbsp; I have gotten pretty good and recognizing the difference between lots of construction vehicles.&amp;nbsp; The things a Mom has to do!!&lt;br /&gt;
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One other thing that Henry likes to point out every morning is the building where I work.&amp;nbsp; We pass it on the way to school, and he always yells out, "Look, Mommy! It's your work!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Benjamin is not talking very much yet. He says a word that sounds like a combination of "momma" and "more" pretty frequently, but apparently some combination of Mommy and more is what makes him happy.&amp;nbsp; He has a very quiet "jewsh" when he is thirsty (which is often).&amp;nbsp; And his newest favorite word: NO!&amp;nbsp; He answers "no" to everything.&amp;nbsp; I picked the boys up at day care yesterday and Benjamin was hanging out in the infant room in an exersaucer (they were vacuuming).&amp;nbsp; I knelt down in front of him and asked him if he was ready to go home.&amp;nbsp; "Noooooooooo!"&amp;nbsp; I really wish I had a picture of the face he makes when he says it!&amp;nbsp; Then he swirled around in the exersaucer so he wasn't facing me. Stinker!!&amp;nbsp; I asked him if he was hungry and he shook his head and said "nooooooo" again.&amp;nbsp; So I said, "Do you want to just stay here tonight?"&amp;nbsp; And that turkey looked over his shoulder and nodded his head!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Needless to say I did not leave him there.&amp;nbsp; He yelled at me when I picked him up and was a grouch until I put him in his car seat and gave him his sippy cup.&lt;br /&gt;
In related news, Benjamin now likes to make animal noises. He knows what a cow says and what a dog says. He makes some different responses with other animals, but they are not recognizable to me.&amp;nbsp; He also knows where his nose is and where his ears are.&amp;nbsp; I love this stage, where it seems like they pick things up so quickly and like to show off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319225625802602947-7391779447676036774?l=theliebers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSbrWkMdbSg/Tq_3uPIJMTI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/wlUucrzBW_s/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSbrWkMdbSg/Tq_3uPIJMTI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/wlUucrzBW_s/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Henry waffled back and forth about a couple of different things he wanted to be. He finally settled on a dog (big surprise, huh!?!)&lt;br /&gt;
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And since cat and dog were already taken, I decided to make Benjamin a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since Frances' costume was homemade, I bought a brown sweatsuit for Henry and a grey sweatsuit for Benjamin.&amp;nbsp; I found some felt in the craft box and added some details with the hot glue gun.&amp;nbsp; I think they turned out rather nice. And I spent more money on candy than I did on costumes!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2QQLiiznRB8/Tq_3s2zJhhI/AAAAAAAAB50/uQlXDJbdwLw/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2QQLiiznRB8/Tq_3s2zJhhI/AAAAAAAAB50/uQlXDJbdwLw/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went out to visit Daddy at work for our first stop.&amp;nbsp; I always get a little giggle about visiting Ken at work. I really wonder what people think about this lady dragging her three little kids with her into the liquor store!!&amp;nbsp; Last night as I was getting Benjamin out of the van, the guy parked next to me made a comment about trick-or-treating at the liquor store.&amp;nbsp; I laughed about it and commented, "When Daddy's gotta work, this is our only choice!"&amp;nbsp; Incidentally, this might be my favorite Halloween picture this year:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially the way one ear is flopped backwards!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After visiting Daddy, we went over to my work because the girls had asked earlier if we would stop by.&amp;nbsp; They got some candy there and banged around on one of the computers before we headed over to Franklin Street to collect candy. We parked at a friend's house and walked down the street and back up.&amp;nbsp; When we got back to the van, Frances said, "Where are we going next, Mommy?"&amp;nbsp; Ummm..HOME??&amp;nbsp; She had enough energy to keep going, but her brothers were definitely spent (and so was her mom!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Incidentally, I couldn't find my big plastic candy bowl that I usually set out on the porch, so I took two McDonald's buckets from last year and filled those with candy.&amp;nbsp; We are not usually home when the majority of the trick-or-treaters are out, so I just leave the bucket on the front porch.&amp;nbsp; It is actually pretty rare for us to get trick-or-treaters in our neighborhood, which is why we go a few blocks over.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, when we got home, both buckets were empty (yeah!) so I refilled them and put them back out on the porch. I heard a few rustles out there while I was putting the kids to bed and then later when I was sitting on the couch.&amp;nbsp; When Ken got home at 9:30 I asked him if there was any candy left in the bucket. "What buckets?" he says!&amp;nbsp; Turns out somebody took not only the candy, but the buckets as well!!&amp;nbsp; Well, the jokes on them-I was hoping to get rid of those things anyway!&lt;br /&gt;
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And just in case you think Ken and I are no fun, we did dress up.&amp;nbsp; We didn't get to spend any time together on Halloween, but we spent weeks planning our costumes and collecting pieces, so here we are:&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Temperance Brennan of the Jeffersonian Institution and FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.&amp;nbsp; You can't see the "cocky" belt buckle I bought him, or the shoulder holster he was wearing, but I know they are there and that makes me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319225625802602947-2427132359033520720?l=theliebers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had:&amp;nbsp; Mummy Dogs,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That clock is wrong, btw, but it keeps getting unplugged and I refuse to keep setting it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Frances LOVED it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7T7bsLH4ejs/Tq6_H-5AnPI/AAAAAAAABtk/zvoaAaj4btQ/s1600/IMG_0743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7T7bsLH4ejs/Tq6_H-5AnPI/AAAAAAAABtk/zvoaAaj4btQ/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Henry (who was over tired from lack of a nap) whined that he was "scared of his dinner," but finally acquiesced.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SU2tjp28f7nsZyQ-zsYe1I5-bIQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SU2tjp28f7nsZyQ-zsYe1I5-bIQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLiebers/~4/XDttaSk1b7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theliebers.blogspot.com/feeds/2010635048284201496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2319225625802602947&amp;postID=2010635048284201496" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319225625802602947/posts/default/2010635048284201496?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2319225625802602947/posts/default/2010635048284201496?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLiebers/~3/XDttaSk1b7Q/super-scary-sunday-supper.html" title="Super Scary Sunday Supper" /><author><name>The Liebers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06189417053958066874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwaL6ahnV24/TPmaOO7fVgI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/lm_3hyUp_rY/S220/IMG_0115%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_GxmX8NWZI/Tq6--02VfEI/AAAAAAAABrA/beg00YomdNU/s72-c/IMG_0721.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theliebers.blogspot.com/2011/10/super-scary-sunday-supper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ADQno6cCp7ImA9WhRTEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2319225625802602947.post-3554643006552224302</id><published>2011-10-29T23:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:42:53.418-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T11:42:53.418-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Benjamin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Frances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Henry" /><title>Halloween Snow?!!</title><content type="html">I really didn't want to believe all the hype I was seeing on Facebook and hearing from friends, but my denial didn't matter.&amp;nbsp; We had a Halloween Snow!! It started late Friday night with some drizzle and freezing rain. By the time we work up Saturday morning, it was a Winter Wonderland.&amp;nbsp; Except that it's still Fall!! And will be for another 7 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;
I frantically dug through all the winter boxes in the basement to find  snowsuits and boots. Poor Benjamin didn't have anything I could find. I  tried this, but he HATED it!&amp;nbsp; He couldn't even move!!&amp;nbsp; I only took one picture before he started BAWLING and I rescued him from it. We all laughed hysterically as I was trying to get it off.&amp;nbsp; Is that wrong?? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Once we all got suited up, we ventured outside to check things out. The bigs had a good time jumping in snow and throwing it at each other. They tried to build a snowman, but didn't have the patience to finish.&amp;nbsp; They did enjoy playing hide and seek with the pumpkins on the picnic table that had ended up buried! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I noticed that our immediate neighbors on both sides lost some trees. We don't have anything in our yard that would be big enough to worry about, really.&amp;nbsp; I did clean the snow off of our dogwood so it wouldn't break.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully it looks like there was no housing damage done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My neighbor's tree hit her house, but I don't think it broke anything.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After all that, we went inside to eat lunch and take naps. By the time the kids woke up the snow was mostly melted and we were left with just wet and cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319225625802602947-3554643006552224302?l=theliebers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Henry (each morning as he gets dressed): Mommy, do I leave my underpants on??&lt;br /&gt;
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Henry (while putting on his shoes): Are dees on the wrong feet?&amp;nbsp; [I don't know why he always asks in the negative--Nine times out of ten he has them lined up correctly.]&lt;br /&gt;
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Frances: Mommy, where does this go?? [Said while holding the same thing she asked about the day before]&lt;br /&gt;
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And my personal favorite: Here's the back story. Every evening on the way home we pass a trendy clothing store downtown.&amp;nbsp; There is a traffic light at the corner and we usually end up stopped right next to the display window. In the display window there are three outfits that are changed regularly and an old fashioned looking bike that is a permanent fixture.&lt;br /&gt;
Henry: Mommy, which one do you like?&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Ummm...I like the (fill in the blank) one.&lt;br /&gt;
Frances: I like the (completely different one from the one Mommy picked!) one.&lt;br /&gt;
Henry: I like the bike!&lt;br /&gt;
Frances (giggling): Henry! You always say that!!&lt;br /&gt;
Henry: And you always say that!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WeeDicdQe88/TqmVX7wD3KI/AAAAAAAABEM/YiZaepcFpM0/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WeeDicdQe88/TqmVX7wD3KI/AAAAAAAABEM/YiZaepcFpM0/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are a bunch of these cutouts around as well. I have several years' worth of the kids pictures in various ones. I'll have to go searching for them!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNYCuzTpJQU/TqmVaDjuFqI/AAAAAAAABEo/Iq_kmHfBAGc/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNYCuzTpJQU/TqmVaDjuFqI/AAAAAAAABEo/Iq_kmHfBAGc/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another perennial favorite is the junk orchestra. Lots of metal items are suspended from the frame above and there are sticks in the green bucket to hit them with.&amp;nbsp; Amazingly enough, no children were harmed in the taking of this picture!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAHt2r_mjIA/TqmVd2vD3hI/AAAAAAAABFY/SEqITksnoSI/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAHt2r_mjIA/TqmVd2vD3hI/AAAAAAAABFY/SEqITksnoSI/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Being a farm, they of course have animals you can interact with. There are feed dispensers you can pay for, but this goat seemed pleased with the grass Henry offered.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was also my week to bring snack, so I made the kids some spider web treats in honor of the upcoming holiday. They turned out pretty well, but they were kinds fragile and some of them broke before they could be served. Most of the kids didn't care because they could still eat the pieces. I plan on making them again this week for a snack.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also added this post to a Pinterest Challenge Link up over at &lt;a href="http://www.younghouselove.com/2011/08/320-pins/" target="_blank"&gt;YoungHouseLove&lt;/a&gt;, so check out all the other people who have decided to stop pinning and start doing!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I saw this &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/339870771/"&gt;cute wreath&lt;/a&gt; that was basically a wreath form wrapped with a black and white polka dotted ribbon and tied with an orange bow. Frances is always bugging me to decorate for all manner of holidays and Henry's soccer gave had been cancelled due to rain, so we headed out to the craft store.&amp;nbsp; I bought our supplies and set up a craft station at my dining room table.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would photograph the process, so someone else can try it out. We had a lot of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;
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You will need:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Styrofoam wreath form (apparently you can also use that grey plumbing insulation that come in a roll, but I have never tried that!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ribbon--the amount you need will vary by the size of your wreath and the width of the ribbon.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hot glue&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Foam stickers (optional)&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think our wreaths are 12" across. We used two spools of the thin ribbon for each wreath.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First I glued one end of the ribbon to one flat side of the wreath. This  is now the back side of the wreath.&amp;nbsp; Then I wrapped the ribbon around,  leaving space as I went.&amp;nbsp; When I got all the way around to where I started, I glued the ribbon down on the same side and clipped the excess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47a1ce36b3127ccefe3605912e6000000030O00AYuG7Rw3btWYPbz4O/cC/f=0/ps=50/r=0/rx=550/ry=400/" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The I took a second, coordinating ribbon and wrapped it around the same way, filling in the spaces. I glued the ends of this ribbon in the same way that I glued the first one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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At 8, Frances was old enough to do her own. She had picked out purple spider ribbon for hers. Hers was not wrapped perfectly, but that wasn't my goal, so it didn't really matter.&amp;nbsp; Plus, adding the stickers filled in the white spaces.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids all had a great time and were so proud of their contribution to our Fall decorations.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stacey wants to get more experience with taking pictures and the kids hadn't gotten together for a while, so she invited us out to the park to hang out.&amp;nbsp; The kids run off together, like it hasn't been forever, and that warms my heart.&amp;nbsp; Even Benjamin found his courage and took off on the play structure.&amp;nbsp; (I actually lost him at one point because he was standing in the bend between one of the bridges and the slide platform.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Slight panic attack&lt;/i&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;
They played on the structure and Stacey and I talked (and talked and  talked...)&amp;nbsp; Then we headed over to the bridge for some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids weren't feeling our artistic vision, so we didn't spend long there.&amp;nbsp; Next we went over by the pond and found some leaves to play in, a table to sit at, and pond to&lt;strike&gt; fall in&lt;/strike&gt; look at, and a tree to climb.&amp;nbsp; We spent a while there playing with the kids, trying out cameras, and talking (and talking and talking...)&lt;br /&gt;
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Frances LOVED the movie. She likes spies and adventure things, so it was right up her alley.&amp;nbsp; Henry didn't like it as much "'cause there were bad guys."&amp;nbsp; He did like the cars in it, but I think it was a bit too intense for him most of the time.&amp;nbsp; Benjamin?&amp;nbsp; Well, he slept peacefully!&lt;br /&gt;
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After the movie, we walked back to the can and headed back home. The kids were tired and pretty much went straight to bed when we walked in the door. All in all it was a great night. And it only cost $6.50 for four of us and three cups of popcorn! We will definitely do this again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2319225625802602947-6695354557328501179?l=theliebers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We have enjoyed going each year, but I admit I was a bit nervous about it this year. Ken had to work and I had all three kiddos by myself in the middle of a busy and tiring week.&amp;nbsp; We had a talk in the van on the way over about staying in your seat, listening politely and staying with Mommy.&amp;nbsp; It actually worked out pretty well.&amp;nbsp; I also had some food with me for distraction, so that was a big help too!&lt;br /&gt;
The second graders recited the poem "Froggy Went A-Courtin'" and then sang a few verses of the song.&amp;nbsp; Frances had two lines to recite. Other than going really fast (nerves?)&amp;nbsp; she did well and flashed a huge grin after her turn was over.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the children were done performing, the kids went off to the gym for literacy games while the parents visited stations set up by the teachers to learn more about helping kids learn to read at different ages and stages.&amp;nbsp; Frances' principal told her to bring Henry with her, so I only had Benjamin to walk around with.&amp;nbsp; I picked up some good info for all the ages, since were going to hit them all two more times.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I went to the gym to pick up the bigs, they were playing a fishing game together. There were lots of cutout frogs with sight words written on them on the floor. Each frog had a paper clip on it and the kids had magnetic fishing rods. I told the kids they could each get one more turn. Frances fished out a word and read it. Then Henry fished out a word. I asked him what it said and he read it!!&amp;nbsp; "It."&amp;nbsp; Just like that!&amp;nbsp; I was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;
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