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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nV6r_kRFj4/TzwdYJIy0XI/AAAAAAAAFT0/7qVxMU-uApA/s1600/DSC05147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nV6r_kRFj4/TzwdYJIy0XI/AAAAAAAAFT0/7qVxMU-uApA/s640/DSC05147.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;After Two Fish got home from work, we dropped the girls off for a "date" with their grandma and cousins.&amp;nbsp; They decorated cookies again- lucky girls.&amp;nbsp; Two Fish took me to a Valentines day dinner and dance to hear the same band that played at our wedding.&amp;nbsp; It was a blast.&amp;nbsp; We are terrible dancers but once we just embrace that fact we dance our hearts out anyway!&lt;br /&gt;
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The sea horse says: "Honey honey."&lt;br /&gt;
The turtle says: "Snap snap"&lt;br /&gt;
The octapus says: "Swish swish"&lt;br /&gt;
The crab says: "Pinchy pinchy"&lt;br /&gt;
The fish says: "[kissing noises]"&lt;br /&gt;
The jelly fish says: "slimy slimy"&lt;br /&gt;
The urchin says:"pokey pokey sink sink"&lt;br /&gt;
The whale says: "Ahhh-wooooo"&lt;br /&gt;
The dolphin says: "Chirp"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239908940427772364-3918194697738475159?l=fishypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had our annual Valentines- family love dinner tonight.&amp;nbsp; The girls attended in their pajamas so we could make sure that they still made it in bed on time.&amp;nbsp; It was a school night.&amp;nbsp; The girls helped me decorate and set the table and Red Fish helped bake a cake.&amp;nbsp; We had ribs and mashed potatoes and a salad with plenty of berries in it.&amp;nbsp; The girls really love berries of all kinds.&amp;nbsp; Fancy drinks are always a party requirement.&amp;nbsp; We even had a little candlelight.&amp;nbsp; We talked about how special and important it is that we are a family and that we love each other.&amp;nbsp; It is always fun sharing this holiday with my three Valentines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239908940427772364-6000413134931140407?l=fishypeople.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLenZGnwL6o/Tzg1dQgQuPI/AAAAAAAAFTI/yesW7xNSC1o/s1600/DSC05110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLenZGnwL6o/Tzg1dQgQuPI/AAAAAAAAFTI/yesW7xNSC1o/s640/DSC05110.jpg" width="576" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think New Fish may have found her Valentine.&amp;nbsp; My girls LOVE our good friend's baby C.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imn4R7a8-48/Tzg1fmngoEI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/6Q7OWCciNZE/s1600/DSC05112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imn4R7a8-48/Tzg1fmngoEI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/6Q7OWCciNZE/s640/DSC05112.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls have been busily creating their Valentine creations.&amp;nbsp; We cut hearts out and painted them over several days and then they have been gluing them together today.&amp;nbsp; We need projects with multiple steps so they take longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239908940427772364-5159748157179177715?l=fishypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The short version of our family love story would be-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One Fish met Two Fish and they were best friends.&amp;nbsp; They fell in love and became a family.&amp;nbsp; They knew there were kids coming but they never knew when or where or how.&amp;nbsp; They met Red Fish through the help of angels and it was love at first sight.&amp;nbsp; They all fell in love and became a family.&amp;nbsp; Then 22 months later, New Fish was born and it was love at first sight all over again.&amp;nbsp; We all fell in love and became a family again.&amp;nbsp; Everyday we love each other a little bit more and it never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That short version can't encompass the details but neither can the long version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is something about the way my girls smile at me that melts my heart on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how they got so cute. I wonder about how I got so lucky. I wonder why I am so blessed to be their Mom.&amp;nbsp; My girls arrived in different ways but that moment of holding them for the first time was the same.&amp;nbsp; That first moment of recognition was exactly the same for both children.&amp;nbsp; That first few days of total wonderment of examining their feet and studying their little face was the same. It didn't matter if we started in a hotel room or a hospital room.&amp;nbsp; Those feelings of complete awe were the same.&amp;nbsp; Waking up every day to be with them is a joy.&amp;nbsp; Even when I get major Mommy burn out, there is something about their earnest little faces that turns it all around and totally melts me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I counted down the days to Red Fish's first birthday so that we could start our adoption paper work over.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling that familiar pressure that another baby was headed our direction.&amp;nbsp; The adoption paperwork process is a lot of work.&amp;nbsp; It takes organization and appointments and hours to fill out questionaires and pages of your most personal information. You have interviews about the state of your marriage, a home check to see the state of your house, financial checks, background checks etc.&amp;nbsp; I barreled through like a woman on a mission and I handed over our check.&amp;nbsp; My baby was coming.&amp;nbsp; This was the way to get babies into our family.&amp;nbsp; We were approved in December of 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course, Heavenly Father has a sense of humor and just when I thought I had the plan figured out- he reminded me that I am not the one in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two Fish's whole family had a slumber party at our house for New Years Eve .&amp;nbsp; I spent the night on the bathroom floor sick as a dog.&amp;nbsp; That was when I realized I was probably pregnant. This would be pregnancy number seven for me. I bought a home pregnancy test out of habbit, not because I actually expected it to work.&amp;nbsp; Usually, I had to go to the doctor for a blood test.&amp;nbsp; When the test was positive I was more than a little shocked.&amp;nbsp; That should have been my first clue that things were different for once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was afraid to dig out my pregnancy books because there are too  many bad associations with them.  I had packed them up too many times.  Every little cramp or weird feeling sent me to the verge of panic.&amp;nbsp; I was a total mess. It didn't feel real at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v36v9c0MRtQ/ScVsMsNr_eI/AAAAAAAAA64/HEIN2mOY3aQ/s1600-h/14weeks2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315773900463537634" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v36v9c0MRtQ/ScVsMsNr_eI/AAAAAAAAA64/HEIN2mOY3aQ/s400/14weeks2a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first time I heard New Fish's heartbeat I actually screamed.&amp;nbsp; It was  my first baby heartbeat.&amp;nbsp; I scared the ultrasound tech to death.&amp;nbsp; Every  single week they would struggle to find her on the doppler and I would  always end up with an ultrasound and I would sob when they found the  heartbeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started going in for ultrasounds every other week and I had to give myself twice daily injections of heparin.&amp;nbsp; The first time I had to stick myself I cried and cried.&amp;nbsp; My Dad called and said that if I couldn't do it in the next five minutes he would come over and do it.&amp;nbsp; That inspired me to do it because I was afraid of having someone else do it.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, it wasn't a big deal at all. I threw up at least once almost everyday the entire time I was pregnant.&amp;nbsp; I thought for sure once I passed the first trimester that it would end.&amp;nbsp; I thought for sure after she was born it would end but I threw up for three more months.&amp;nbsp; I remember waving to some of my neighbors after I had just puked in my front yard for the third day in a row.&amp;nbsp; They probably thought there was something seriously wrong with me or that I was some kind of drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking back it was actually a very lovely time. I felt so completely connected to the miracle of motherhood.&amp;nbsp; There is something humbling and beautiful about truly knowing what a special gift children are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I felt wrapped up in this giant bubble of love that I would be able to experience two different ways of having a child arrive.&amp;nbsp; I felt overwhelmed that I was lucky enough to be entrusted with two little spirits.&amp;nbsp; Red Fish was little and cuddly and still napped, which was great because I was so tired.&amp;nbsp; It was kind of like life came to a grinding halt and all I could do was concentrate on getting this little life here.&amp;nbsp; (Well besides attempting to keep the house, work some and take care of my one year old!)&amp;nbsp; It was exciting and exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;31 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer"&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We took hypnobabies classes and practiced.&amp;nbsp; We spent hours visualizing and getting ready.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;a href="http://fishypeople.blogspot.com/search/label/Nesting"&gt;nested&lt;/a&gt; like a crazy person. I painted &lt;a href="http://fishypeople.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-room.html"&gt;fish on the nursery walls&lt;/a&gt; with the aid of my 18 month old helper. When I hit 25 weeks in June it felt like a miracle.&amp;nbsp; It was suddenly very real.&amp;nbsp; Red Fish would kiss and hug my belly and she got all prepared to be the wonderful big sister that she is now.&amp;nbsp; It was strange and exciting to have a time line of having a baby arrive.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v36v9c0MRtQ/SrL2skkkE8I/AAAAAAAABW0/hZEjtTidspM/s1600/IMG_2953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382635750252876738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v36v9c0MRtQ/SrL2skkkE8I/AAAAAAAABW0/hZEjtTidspM/s640/IMG_2953.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the day New Fish was born, nothing went according to plan. In fact our birth plan became the anti-plan.&amp;nbsp; I wrote about her birth &lt;a href="http://fishypeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-story.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She arrived a healthy tiny 5 pound baby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two Fish held her next to me.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't hold her because my arms wouldn't function.&amp;nbsp; I cried and cried in the operating room because I don't know if I had ever believed she was actually going to make it here.&amp;nbsp; It was love at first sight all over again.&amp;nbsp; I'm in love with my babies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v36v9c0MRtQ/SrL1xSK2stI/AAAAAAAABWs/VFBSOFDFIOk/s1600/DSC03008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382634731700925138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v36v9c0MRtQ/SrL1xSK2stI/AAAAAAAABWs/VFBSOFDFIOk/s400/DSC03008.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the best parts of a new baby is that I fall in love with Two Fish, all over again.&amp;nbsp; Watching him be a Dad gives me butterflies.&amp;nbsp; When Red Fish met New Fish she had just a moment of jealousy.&amp;nbsp; She was angry with me for being gone overnight.&amp;nbsp; Then we handed her New Fish and she laughed and giggled and signed more more more over and over again.&amp;nbsp; We all fell in love and became a family for the third time.&amp;nbsp; Who could help but be in love with these three?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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09.02.08- &lt;br /&gt;
Well today I made my first calls to start the adoption process over  again.  We aren't officially starting again until November (that's when  we are allowed to.)  It doesn't sound like much has changed in the  process from when we started out two years ago.  Making those calls  really made me think about the whole journey we have made since we  decided on adoption.  I was snuggling with Red Fish today and playing  with her and it just hit me over and over what a miracle she is in our  lives.  The joy of motherhood cannot be put down in words but every day I  am grateful for it.  Today as I looked at those chubby hands waving at  me as she slowly destructed most of the rooms in our house and I  couldn't help but be overwhelmed with gratitude and reflect on the  tears, miracles, and unspeakable joy I have experienced in this journey  so far.&lt;br /&gt;
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The decision to adopt wasn't really a hard one for us.  Our family has  been blessed by adoption so many times that it just seemed natural.  It  was something Two Fish and I had even discussed before we got married.   In fact as a small child through most of my teens, I used to claim that  all of my kids were going to be adopted.  I think in some ways I was  always prepared for my kids to be a gift from angels.  I was so so ready  for kids too.  In fact I was a bit obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember the day we decided that we wanted off the whole pregnant/not  pregnant roller coaster. We collected information off the internet and  then I called my sister in law L.   She has two beautiful kids through  the adoption miracle.  In a very tearful conversation I expressed all of  my frustrations and pain that had accrued from repeatedly trying to  stay pregnant.  L was very sympathetic and offered to let us come over  and talk to her and her hubby about their experiences with adoption.  It  was so encouraging to hear their stories.  I also called my  grandparents and heard their stories as well.  We read books and talked  incessantly about adoption. We felt pretty armed with information and  were anxious to start the process.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately we ran into many many obstacles.  I couldn't seem to get a  background check because I had lived in London almost five years before  and needed an international background  check.  It was almost  impossible to get.  I felt all of this pressure to hurry the process  because I just knew our baby was coming and SOON.  In fact, I was  totally convinced there were two babies on the way which made absolutely  no sense.&lt;br /&gt;
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Five and a half months later we were no closer to getting on the waiting  list.  Nobody could help us.  None of questions could be answered and I  was getting seriously upset.  Then our lives got very movie of the  week.  My parents were traveling and my Dad was involved in a freak  accident.  (It's pretty distinctive and would probably blow whatever  semblance of privacy I try to maintain on my blog- but needless to say  he was attacked by a wild animal.)  He sustained a broken femur and was  in a hospital in the rain forest.  For a very dramatic week he teetered  on the brink of death.  Third world health care and disease became a  reality for our family.  I think I felt the full weight of my adulthood  for the first time.  Trying to help coordinate his rescue and the family  phone tree was daunting.  For the first time in my life I didn't have  my parents to lean on in crisis.  His survival and the outpouring of  love we received from friends, family, neighbors, and the LDS church  around the world was the first miracle we experienced in 2007.  It is  when I truly realized how intimately involved in our lives our Heavenly  Father is.  There is no logical reason why my Dad survived.&lt;br /&gt;
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The day after we got my Dad back into the US I called my sister in law L  again.  She encouraged me to take some drastic action with our adoption  because I felt so strongly that our baby was coming.  I called the new  branch and they were having their adoption education classes that very  night (they are only available every 6 months and are a requirement to  adopt.)  I assured them we would be there no matter what we had to do to  get there. The education classes were wonderful.  I loved hearing the  stories of people from all sides of adoption.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then my grandmother had a terrible fall and broke many of the bones on  one side of her face.  It was back to hospital visits for my family.   Many of my memories from the first half of 2007 are not exactly fond  ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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The adoption process sped up dramatically after our switch. The day we  found out we were approved and our adoption profile had gone live I  found out I was pregnant- AGAIN.  This was very confusing for me.   Obviously the pregnancy didn't work out but it did make me rely on the  Lord again.  Also within days of our profile going live we were  contacted by Red Fish's birth mom.  She was looking for the right couple  to place Red Fish with.  We began emailing back and forth with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also made our first adoption- our dog Blue Fish.  His role as our  first little baby has been an important one in our family.  He has  provided love, comfort, and entertainment for all of us during a very  crazy time in our lives.  Two Fish bought him for me as a mother's day  present in May of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly after we were approved for adoption we had an opportunity come up rather suddenly to go on a life changing trip to &lt;a href="http://fishypeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/bikini-atoll.html"&gt;Bikini Atoll&lt;/a&gt;.   It might sound strange but seeing an touching this piece of history  really was a miracle for me.  The insights it gave me into myself really  touched my life in ways I can't totally explain. When we came home I  made some major career decisions that left me self employed entirely for  the first time in years.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we returned from Bikini Atoll we received an email notifying us  that a birth mother had picked us for adoption.  It was proceeded in a  flurry of emails to a new birth mother who we hadn't had any previous  contact with.  For the next two months we wrote back and forth with her  and flew to Texas to meet her.  We were encouraged to cut off contact  with the other birth mothers who were emailing us because we had been  selected for adoption.  I just never felt right about cutting off  contact with one really special woman who turned out to be Red Fish's  birth mother.  We told her about the upcoming adoption but we all agreed  to keep up our emails in order to support her in the process of  choosing a family.&lt;br /&gt;
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In August we got a call that our son had been born.  Unfortunately this  quick joy was to be followed by many other emotions.  Ultimately we went  to Texas but came home empty handed and heart broken.  To be honest I'm  not sure I will ever totally get over this.  It was the lowest point I  have ever reached.  The happy part of the story is that we sent an email  to Red Fish's birth mom and told her our adoption had failed.  She had  never picked another couple because she always felt like we were the  ones she was looking for.  She officially "picked us" a couple weeks  later and we drove to Idaho to meet her.  She was a miracle in our  lives.  The respect I have for birth mothers cannot be described.  I  think people who haven't been deeply affected by adoption don't realize  the love it takes for a birth mother to place.  The true miracle of  adoption is the love on all sides that embrace a child.  I have never  experienced anything more Christlike.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UA6vJuzEGqM/TzQmK87Sq0I/AAAAAAAAFSY/OjFIBjf8UhE/s1600/IMG_0567.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UA6vJuzEGqM/TzQmK87Sq0I/AAAAAAAAFSY/OjFIBjf8UhE/s640/IMG_0567.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love at First Sight- 1 day old.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Red Fish's entry into our lives has been a miracle.  The day she was  placed in our arms I knew she was a gift. It was like I had been  experiencing all of this pressure that a baby was coming.&amp;nbsp; A specific  baby.&amp;nbsp; When I held her that first time I recognized her immediately as  the exact baby I had been waiting for.&amp;nbsp; She was immediately mine, our  hearts already bound together.&amp;nbsp; Love at first sight.  Taking her to our  little hotel room was overwhelming and beautiful and scary and  wonderful.  That first week that the three of us spent together was one  of the sweetest of my life. We sat in a little hotel, just the three of  us for a whole week until Two Fish had to go back to work.  I spent her  second week waiting for a call that I could go home and sitting on my  Mom's college roommate's couch holding my precious baby and admiring her  tiny parts.  The next couple of months I think I spent most of my time  sitting on my couch and holding her like she might disappear if I let  go.  My ward threw me an incredible shower and the amount of  encouragement, love, gifts, etc. that we received was nothing short of  overwhelming.  The kindness of our friends and family has been yet  another miracle.  (Are you getting tired of that word? I can't think of  another suitable to describe our experience.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9GhcVUJ-oc/TzQl07hF9YI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/pCC1V1sOb18/s1600/IMG_0603.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9GhcVUJ-oc/TzQl07hF9YI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/pCC1V1sOb18/s640/IMG_0603.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Our &lt;a href="http://fishypeople.blogspot.com/2008/06/truly-perfect-weekend-beginning-of.html"&gt;temple sealing&lt;/a&gt; was the culminating miracle of our adoption journey (although I know we will see many more in our journey as a family.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s41niV_KnzU/TzQlr-e6JtI/AAAAAAAAFSI/YfNuQSCPh9o/s1600/IMG_1974.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s41niV_KnzU/TzQlr-e6JtI/AAAAAAAAFSI/YfNuQSCPh9o/s640/IMG_1974.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Entering the adoption process again is overwhelming, terrifying  sometimes, but I have to concentrate on the miracles it opens us up to.   Everyday is a step towards bringing that baby into our family.  We rely  on the love and kindness of others.  We embrace other people's freedom  of choice and we surrender our ability to control the situation.  Thank  you to those who have supported us and carried us through these last  couple years.  We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239908940427772364-8409754932186797567?l=fishypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then, I saw him several days in a row walking home from school.&amp;nbsp; We would both arrive at the corner of Campus drive just before the Carolina Bells building at the exact same time.&amp;nbsp; For some reason I started thinking that it was weird that we never acknowledged each other and that he was going to think I was some kind of stalker or something.&amp;nbsp; (My only explanation for this was that he and his friends were being stalked by a pathetic group of girls in our complex that I didn't want to be associated with.)&amp;nbsp; So I decided to just blurt out: "Hi, remember me?&amp;nbsp; We played Uno together, I'm not a stalker.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty funny we always get here at the same time."&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Smooth.&lt;/i&gt; I think I incoherently talked his ear off until we got to our cars parked in the Marriott center parking lot.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; kept trying to compensate for the complete silence I was getting in return.&amp;nbsp; He did walk beside me the whole agonizing way to the car but I'm pretty sure he didn't say a word.&amp;nbsp; Embarrassing. Mortifying.&amp;nbsp; Slam your head on your steering wheel when you get into the car and say: "stupid stupid stupid" before driving home and ducking into your apartment, kind of embarrassing.&amp;nbsp; Luckily this was not our last encounter. &lt;br /&gt;
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Two Fish moved in with our mutual friends across the sidewalk.&amp;nbsp; Legend has it that they suggested I was cute and he should ask me out.&amp;nbsp; He told them I was too weird and I dressed really weird.&amp;nbsp; This is the stuff love is made of right? I decided we weren't destined to be friends because he pretty much refused to talk to me.&amp;nbsp; (He was incredibly quiet and shy- even more quiet than he is now.)&amp;nbsp; He came over to fix my roommates computer while I was cleaning my room.&amp;nbsp; I was knee deep in dirty laundry, text books and clutter and belting out the words to Ani Difranco and Metallica.&amp;nbsp; If we weren't going to be friends, it didn't matter right?&amp;nbsp; I again, talked his ear off.&amp;nbsp; This post makes it sound like that is the norm for me, but it really isn't.&amp;nbsp; By this point I think I was growing on him because he stayed for an awfully long time.&lt;br /&gt;
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That semester, my roommate and I proceeded to harass him and try and get him to talk to us because we decided that we were going to befriend him against his will and we succeeded. I actually have it written in my journal the first time he ever really talked to me.&amp;nbsp; He came to rescue us when Muffy got a flat tire.&amp;nbsp; We rewarded him by tying a sock full of jelly beans on his front door with a note that said: "Thanks a bunchy sock."&amp;nbsp; I can't remember why that seemed hilarious but at least it got him talking to us.&amp;nbsp; I guess he could only ignore weird for so long.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly he was talking to us and sometimes sitting by us in church.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our group of friends- 2002&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Two Fish and three of his roommates formed an inseparable bond with Muffy and I.&amp;nbsp; We started to do everything together.&amp;nbsp; We made dinners on Sundays, we went to the library together.&amp;nbsp; We woke them up to do headstands and cartwheels outside in the middle of the night because we were pulling an all night study fest.&amp;nbsp; It was an awesome, pressure-free friendship.&amp;nbsp; Two Fish would date different girls and I had a boyfriend who I thought I was pretty serious about.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving to London&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The semester ended and I went to London to do an internship.&amp;nbsp; I wrote postcards about my summer to Two Fish and his roommates. I wrote to him about Wimbledon and Stone Henge, my job and everything else I did or saw that summer. &amp;nbsp; I really wish we still had those.&amp;nbsp; When I got home I called their apartment several times to see if they wanted to hang out.&amp;nbsp; Two Fish would almost always answer the phone and say something like: "Here, talk to Steve."&amp;nbsp; Isn't this story romantic?&amp;nbsp; Toward the end of the summer I broke up with my boyfriend and got ready to move back near school.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lovely self portrait&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I planned a big barbeque and four wheeling party at my parent's cabin just before school started.&amp;nbsp; I was dating some friend of a friend and it wasn't going well so I decided I should ride home with someone else.&amp;nbsp; I ended up riding home with Two Fish and we talked about music and discovered we liked the same bands.&amp;nbsp; He helped me move all of my stuff into my apartment and we stayed up all night talking with our friends.&amp;nbsp; I distinctly remember wondering if he had gotten cuter over the summer or if I had just never noticed that he was so handsome.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm pretty sure both Muffy and I both got a lot of pressure to start dating one of  these cute, nice, intelligent boys we spent the majority of our time  with.&amp;nbsp; I know I did.&amp;nbsp; When Two Fish and his friends actually attended my brother's baseball games with me, my Mom kept saying: "You aren't going to stay friends with these nice boys forever.&amp;nbsp; They are going to start finding wives and girlfriends and you are going to miss out."&amp;nbsp; My grandpa thought Two Fish was especially a good catch. &amp;nbsp; In October, my roommate Muffy briefly considered dating Two Fish or we thought he was going to ask her on a date.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember the details. I just remember my reaction of complete jealousy and being totally baffled by it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Fish, Muffy &amp;amp; Two Fish- 2002&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My birthday and Muffy's birthday are a week apart in November.&amp;nbsp; We decided to have a weekend up at the cabin with all of our friends to celebrate.&amp;nbsp; People came and went all weekend.&amp;nbsp; Some kid I had been on a couple of dates with came up for dinner one night.&amp;nbsp; And that is when the jealousy struck Two Fish.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly Two Fish couldn't do anything by himself.&amp;nbsp; He really needed help picking out new pants for church.&amp;nbsp; He got sushi (which if you know how extremely picky and anti-raw fish he is, should make you laugh) with Muffy and I.&amp;nbsp; He drove an hour and a half with me to visit my best friend and go out for my birthday down town.&amp;nbsp; And then we drove all the way back and I stopped to drop him at his house.&amp;nbsp; He started to get out and then changed his mind and got back in the car.&amp;nbsp; And then he told me he liked me more than a friend and I quickly reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went on our first date to see my brother's band at my old high school and then to a laser show at the planetarium.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were already the very best of friends.&amp;nbsp; We knew everything about each other.&amp;nbsp; He had seen me sick, mad, crying, happy, silly &amp;amp; ridiculous, on dates with other people, running on no sleep and everything in between.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty sure we were either going to get married or end up hating each other.&amp;nbsp; I was worried about losing my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night he proposed- 2003&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Three months later, February 15th 2003, he proposed.&amp;nbsp; We had talked about marriage, I knew he had talked to my Dad (which would be worthy of it's own post) and I knew it was coming but he still managed to catch me off-guard.&amp;nbsp; He came in the door to pick me up and handed me flowers.&amp;nbsp; I was nervous, talking ninety miles an hour and didn't even notice the sweetheart candy taped to the flowers.&amp;nbsp; I started to put them in a vase and finally noticed the candy said: "Marry me" on it.&amp;nbsp; I stopped talking and turned around and he was on one knee with the ring out.&amp;nbsp; I said yes and every day I wake up glad of making that decision.&amp;nbsp; On August 8th, 2003, we married in an LDS temple.&amp;nbsp; I get to spend my life with my very best friend.&amp;nbsp; Lucky, lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls setting the table for dinner.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This new plan of making freezer dinners once a month has seriously been saving my life.&amp;nbsp; It has drastically reduced my stress level because I know that no matter what happens in a day, I can get dinner on the table.&amp;nbsp; The dinner will be good.&amp;nbsp; It will be planned with sides dishes.&amp;nbsp; I won't be scrambling for take out.&amp;nbsp; Dinner will take me around 15 minutes or less including setting the table with the girls.&amp;nbsp; Having the table set with the girls is another added bonus.&amp;nbsp; It's a great chore for us to do together as long as we use plastic dishes.&amp;nbsp; We all sit down to dinner together and it's fabulous.&amp;nbsp; My grocery lists are easier to plan and that keeps us from wasting a lot of food and money.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The rules we have created for our little group- meat is cooked unless it is something that just get dumped in a pan and put in the oven, or pushed around a pan to finish up.&amp;nbsp; Everything must be able to be converted to a gluten free meal.&amp;nbsp; Meat in a marinade tastes better if it is cooked right before eating.&amp;nbsp; Every thing gets chopped and prepped before it is sealed in it's packet.&amp;nbsp; The idea is to make it almost completely ready to eat after thawing.&amp;nbsp; We each buy the supplies for 5-7 meals and then make each one 3-4 times depending on how many people are cooking with us that month.&amp;nbsp; We seal everything with a Food Saver so that it is vacuum sealed and stay fresh in the freezer.&amp;nbsp; They all tasted really good last month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So now that I've told you how fabulous they are... here is this month's list. The list starts with starred dishes that were repeated favorites from last month.&amp;nbsp; I don't have all of the recipes together to post yet, but I will update the post soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Cranberry Chicken&lt;/b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;             &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #772222; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;4 lb.&amp;nbsp;bone-in chicken pieces (breast halves and/or thighs) 1 can&amp;nbsp;(16 oz.) whole berry cranberry sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Italian chicken&lt;/b&gt;- chicken breasts, 1 10oz can COC , 1 8oz package of cream cheese, 1 package italian dressing.&amp;nbsp; Thaw, bake and serve over noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/b&gt;- Meat, tomato paste, tomato sauce, chopped veggies and onions, spaghetti spice packet.&amp;nbsp; Thaw and serve over pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hamburger Stroganoff&lt;/b&gt;- 1 lb. ground beef, 1/2 tsp. salt, 3 slices bacon, 1/2 c. chopped onion, 1 can cream of mushroom soup, 1/4 tsp. paprika, 1 c. sour cream.&amp;nbsp; Brown beef and bacon - add onion - stir in soup, salt and paprika - remove from heat stir in sour cream - freeze and then heat through after thawing. Serve over hot buttered noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fajitas-&lt;/b&gt; sliced peppers, sliced onions, chopped raw chicken, fajita spice packet.&amp;nbsp; Heat in pan and serve in tortillas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sesame Chicken-&lt;/b&gt; Chicken, Salt and pepper, 1 cup honey, 1/2 cup soy sauce, 1/2 cup diced onion&lt;br /&gt;
1/4 cup ketchup, 2 tablespoons vegetable oil (could also use olive oil or canola oil), 2 cloves garlic, minced, 1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes (optional - doesn't really add heat, just adds more flavor)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lemon chicken&lt;/b&gt;- chicken breast, 2 tbs. flour / gluten free flour, 1 tbs butter, 3/4 c chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 tbs lemon juice.&amp;nbsp; Thaw and bake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hawaiian haystacks&lt;/b&gt;- Shredded Chicken, 1 10oz can cream of chicken soup, 1 cup chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;
(every thing else with this meal will not be frozen) Serve over rice topped with chopped veggies, nuts, shredded cocoanut or a myriad of other options.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garlic ranch chicken&lt;/b&gt;- Chicken breast, 1 package Ranch, 1&amp;nbsp; c milk&lt;br /&gt;
2 tbs dried minced garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teriyaki chicken&lt;/b&gt;- chicken breast, Teriyaki marinade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taco Casserole&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;will add the ingredients soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 Bean Soup&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;will add the ingredients soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BBQ Ribs&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;will add the ingredients soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Honey mustard pork chops- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1/2 c honey, 1 c mustard, 2 cloves minced garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Country style ribs-&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 can tomatoe sauce, 2 bottle bbq sauce, few squeezes of mustard, 2 cans rotel tomatoes and to make it more liquid I Lovely N added V8 juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chicken Enchilada Casserole-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 dozen corn tortillas (quartered) 2½ lb. chicken breast (cooked &amp;amp; cubedor shredded) 2 small cans diced green chilies, 1 bunch green onions (diced) (I didn’t use, didn’t know who likes them or not), 1 can cream of chicken soup (diluted with ¾ C. water), 4 C. grated cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chinese Chicken Salad- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sauce: ½ C. oil, ¼ C. apple cider vinegar, 2 Tbsp soy sauce, 1 Tbsp honey Salad: 1 to 2 C. chicken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;¼ bundle chive onions.&amp;nbsp; Serve over lettuce and chow mein noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spicy Honey Chicken-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;·8 boneless skinless chicken thighs, about 2lbs,&amp;nbsp; 2 tsp vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;
Rub: 2 tsp garlic powder, 1 tsp chipotle chili powder, 1 tsp kosher salt, 1 tsp cumin, ½ tsp onion powder, ½ tsp coriander,&amp;nbsp; ½ tsp Stude Seasoning&lt;br /&gt;
Glaze: ½ C. Honey, 1 Tbsp Cider Vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to see what we made last month look at &lt;a href="http://fishypeople.blogspot.com/2012/01/freezer-full.html"&gt;this post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To see instructions on making last month's list gluten free see my sil's &lt;a href="http://thorntonsnest.blogspot.com/2012/01/gluten-free-freezer-meals.html"&gt;blog post here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239908940427772364-3234596330782946152?l=fishypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMEcGldLn5o/TyTCdfigxjI/AAAAAAAAFPk/7uwdEyQ55YQ/s1600/DSC05047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMEcGldLn5o/TyTCdfigxjI/AAAAAAAAFPk/7uwdEyQ55YQ/s640/DSC05047.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red Fish playing a new game.&amp;nbsp; New Fish trying her best to distract. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;*I apologize that these photos are pretty underwhelming and do not really illustrate the true expanse of my addiction.&amp;nbsp; It's much more serious than the photography acknowledges.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A couple of years ago I got a laminator.&amp;nbsp; I was making file folder games  for Red Fish for Christmas and getting things professionally laminated is  almost prohibitively expensive.&amp;nbsp; Once I got my hands on bulk lamination  pockets and a machine of my own, a sickness overtook me.&amp;nbsp; I became completely addicted to making and laminating things.&amp;nbsp; I ended up making 60 file folder games for Christmas, complete with velcro. There are games for matching, counting, reading, sorting, pattern making, letter recognition, shapes, colors etc.&amp;nbsp; My kids adore them and play with them on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of our 60+ file folder games&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then a friend invited me to joing a &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/family/home-evening?lang=eng"&gt;family home evening&lt;/a&gt; lesson swap group.&amp;nbsp; It had all of these lovely rules about having fun props, games etc. that would hold up to a lot of use and abuse.&amp;nbsp; I was stoked.&amp;nbsp; It fell perfectly in line with my new goal to create memorable, consistent, weekly evenings to share gospel messages and have fun with my family.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately the group never materialized.&amp;nbsp; I decided to work hard on really well prepared lessons I could cycle through with my own family and it became my Sunday afternoon activity.&amp;nbsp; (I took a hiatus from this when I was helping my grandpa write and publish his life history.)&amp;nbsp; Two years later, I have a MASSIVE family home evening kit.&amp;nbsp; We should be prepped for the next 5-10 years.&amp;nbsp; It is all laminated.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are over 100 lessons. (Many of the lessons are from &lt;a href="http://hatchpatch.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chocolateonmycranium.blogspot.com/2007/10/family-home-evening-lessons-masterlist.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.sugardoodle.net/joomla/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.) Most of the lessons are in page protectors, with signs and quotes laminated to hand around. They fill three, 3-inch binders completely. There are stick puppets (many taken from &lt;a href="http://chocolateonmycranium.blogspot.com/2007/11/flannel-board-stories.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and illustrations for the lessons.&amp;nbsp; Most have games and trivia cards.&amp;nbsp; (The trivia cards are much too hard for my girls right now- most of the lessons have to be simplified for use right now.)&amp;nbsp; I have an entire collapsible file of interactive pieces and a plastic bin of cards and games.&amp;nbsp; Laminated, laminated, laminated.&amp;nbsp; I also made two more of these kits as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;
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The latest project is to try and institute a chore system in our household.&amp;nbsp; My cute visiting teacher and neighbor made these charts for my girls.&amp;nbsp; They have pictures velcroed on.&amp;nbsp; When they do a chore they pull of the picture and put it in the pocket.&amp;nbsp; Right now their chores will include: Get dressed, make bed, brush hair and teeth. It also includes a "helping chore" which is something they do in the house to help me and a "secret service chore" which is something they do nice for someone in the house.&amp;nbsp; I have a plan to also post a chart with extra things they can do to earn money.&amp;nbsp; I don't want them to think they get paid for EVERYTHING but I also want them to get familiar with money and how to use it responsibly, taking their age into account.&amp;nbsp; So I'm hoping that offering extra chores for money will accomplish that.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the new chart will be fully laminated.&lt;br /&gt;
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You would think that all of these projects would have fulfilled my need to laminate.&amp;nbsp; Not so. Every time the girls want to learn something, I think of a way that project needs something laminated.&amp;nbsp; Need to learn how to recognize the numbers 1-100 because you can count that high?&amp;nbsp; Need a game to learn some new nursery rhyme songs? The lamination must not stop!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Fish/Red Fish&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They have also been drawing with oil pastels a lot.&amp;nbsp; They leave a different mark than crayons and have more pigment.&amp;nbsp; We also go through crayons like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239908940427772364-5652568436003132357?l=fishypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm kind of in love with early church.&amp;nbsp; I hate waking up but I love having the rest of the day to spend together as a family.&amp;nbsp; The girls have dubbed Sundays "Daddy Day" and they demand his undivided attention to play games, build forts, dance, read and do their bidding.&amp;nbsp; We also must bake something on Sundays according to Red Fish.&amp;nbsp; We made brownies this week.&amp;nbsp; The girl loves to cook.&amp;nbsp; I need to figure out more ways to involve her in food prep because she is so excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Red Fish has decided that her Dad must be trapped in a giant net at work, otherwise he would come home earlier to play with her.&amp;nbsp; When he was late one night last week she cried because something terrible must have happened to him.&amp;nbsp; There is no way he would be late for playtime unless dire circumstances prevented him from attending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7239908940427772364-1520785484459808335?l=fishypeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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9:30am-11:30am- My brothers come to my house to work together.&amp;nbsp; The girls play and make faces at my brothers.&amp;nbsp; The girls eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;
11:30-12:00pm- Do 30 Day Shred DVD with the girls bouncing around me. &lt;br /&gt;
12:00pm- I eat lunch and the girls play in the toyroom.&amp;nbsp; We play several rounds of Go Fish and Old Maid.&amp;nbsp; Red Fish loves playing games.&lt;br /&gt;
1:00-3:00pm- Friends invite us out to ride bikes and play.&amp;nbsp; We stay until New Fish is too tired to function.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;3:00-5:00pm New Fish naps and Red Fish paints at the kitchen table.&amp;nbsp; She makes 12 paintings while I am working and take a quick shower.&amp;nbsp; It is very nice that I can trust her with the paint even when I am in the shower.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img border="0" height="432" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIRVZ28Nyw8/Txx_kb8hy8I/AAAAAAAAFN0/CviOJ9jYbdU/s640/DSC04965.jpg" width="640" /&gt;6:00pm- M&amp;amp;A come over with pizza and Baby C.&amp;nbsp; Two Fish brings home cheesecake and a movie for later.&amp;nbsp; We play hide and go seek with the kids and card games.&lt;br /&gt;
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7:30- Kids in their jammies.&amp;nbsp; Story time with M.&lt;br /&gt;
8:15pm- Red Fish in bed.&amp;nbsp; New Fish and Baby C rebel.&lt;br /&gt;
9:00pm- Start movie and spend the rest of the night trying to watch it and get New Fish and Baby C to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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8:50am- Two Fish drops the girls off at my meeting and we switch cars.&lt;br /&gt;
9:30am- Go home and answer emails, serve snacks. &lt;br /&gt;
10:00am- Do Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred video with the girls.&amp;nbsp; Pause several times for tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;
10:45am- Clean upstairs bathrooms.&amp;nbsp; My tiny assistants scrub the bathtub from the inside with rags (they have to have their own wet rag when I am cleaning.)&amp;nbsp; They sing: "Cleaning the tub is fun to do, fun to do, to do, to do.&amp;nbsp; How often do you clean with little people who really believe that.&lt;br /&gt;
11:15am- Read several Fancy Nancy books (one of their current favs) aloud and shower while the girls look at the rest of the library books and chat about Fancy Nancy and Clifford The Big Red Dog.&amp;nbsp; Dress the three of us and fix our hair.&lt;br /&gt;
11:45am- lunch&lt;br /&gt;
12:15-2:15pm- Visit the aquarium with friends and see the new river otters.&amp;nbsp; So cute.&amp;nbsp; New Fish fell asleep on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;
2:15-4:15pm Make macaroni and cheese with Red Fish and work on my laptop.&amp;nbsp; Red Fish has quiet time playing a computer game, drawing and reading books until she falls asleep for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;
4:15pm- Serve snacks, read stories, play games&lt;br /&gt;
5:00- fix dinner&lt;br /&gt;
5:30pm- Supervise the setting of the table (Red Fish's favorite chore) and have dinner.&amp;nbsp; We had lemon garlic chicken with red potatoes with rosemary and asiago cheese and salad.&amp;nbsp; Clean up from dinner and pick up house.&lt;br /&gt;
6:30pm- Let the girls have Daddy time in the toy room and do puzzles and speech while I work on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;
7:00pm- bathtime&lt;br /&gt;
7:30pm bedtime- jammies, scriptures, songs&lt;br /&gt;
8:00pm- Two Fish runs a couple of errands while I finish working&lt;br /&gt;
9:00pm- Watch tv with Two Fish&lt;br /&gt;
10:00pm-Surf web for stock images for work, Get ready for bed, read a little, scriptures, wash face, brush teeth etc. and bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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4:00am- New Fish is screaming in her room. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
8:30am- Red Fish ready and out the door to school, do some training with my dog.&amp;nbsp; I am training him on and off all day right now trying to "fix" him.&lt;br /&gt;
9:15am-11:15am New Fish and I are ready and out the door to my office.&amp;nbsp; She colors, plays on her sister's toy computer and builds with blocks while I work. We pick up Red Fish from school on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;
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11:30-12:30pm We go to the library.&amp;nbsp; Some weeks we are there for five minutes, others an hour.&amp;nbsp; It depends on how long they need to look at the books.&amp;nbsp; This week was an especially good library week because they were quiet and delighted to spend time looking around at books and showing them to each other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7SHDlpHMZc/Txm9X7qycCI/AAAAAAAAFLU/XenykayrdnU/s1600/DSC04944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7SHDlpHMZc/Txm9X7qycCI/AAAAAAAAFLU/XenykayrdnU/s640/DSC04944.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;12:30am- The girls play a singing and dancing game while I fix lunch and set up an art project.&amp;nbsp; They eat lunch and spend some time grooming the dog.&amp;nbsp; They are really into "fixing his hair" right now.&amp;nbsp; Good thing he loves to be brushed.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kdf1X5_RkBY/Txm9uFsc6hI/AAAAAAAAFL8/TSi1TUPidrY/s1600/DSC04940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kdf1X5_RkBY/Txm9uFsc6hI/AAAAAAAAFL8/TSi1TUPidrY/s640/DSC04940.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyhFaRFXDi8/Txm_3IKo9cI/AAAAAAAAFME/SWu5rwM_AA8/s1600/DSC04949.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wyhFaRFXDi8/Txm_3IKo9cI/AAAAAAAAFME/SWu5rwM_AA8/s640/DSC04949.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1:30pm- The girls do a matching shape collage.&amp;nbsp; It's mostly for New Fish's benefit but Red Fish likes making things so she doesn't care if it's to learn about shapes.&amp;nbsp; New Fish turns all of&amp;nbsp; her squares to the side and tells me they are diamonds not squares.&amp;nbsp; She will not accept any other opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2:00pm- New Fish goes down for a nap and Red Fish has quiet time while I work on my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3:30pm- Red Fish and I play several rounds of go fish.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4:00pm- New Fish wakes up and I'm trying to clean the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Somehow I really need to get it into my head that I need to plan time to do nothing but hold New Fish when she wakes up.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why I try so hard to get anything else done when she so obviously desperately needs me to do nothing but hold her right then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5:00pm- I desperately try and clean up the kitchen and get dinner ready.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5:30pm- Give up and turn on tv for girls.&amp;nbsp; It helps mildly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6:00pm- We scramble to eat dinner.&amp;nbsp; Grilled spicy honey chicken with salad and peas.&amp;nbsp; I ruined the potatos and they are inedible- I guess that's what happens when you try and clean, cook and take care of a cranky kid at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66DTzBF7Bzw/Txm9a6ineiI/AAAAAAAAFLc/sNcfQ1R6rwY/s1600/DSC04955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66DTzBF7Bzw/Txm9a6ineiI/AAAAAAAAFLc/sNcfQ1R6rwY/s640/DSC04955.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;6:30-7:45pm- Mommy is a little stressed as the cub scouts arrive and I'm trying to shove dinner's dishes into the washer.&amp;nbsp; Red Fish tells me "It's okay mommy, it's just the cub scouts.&amp;nbsp; This is not a big deal."&amp;nbsp; Thanks for the reminder.&amp;nbsp; We practice writing stories and thank you notes with the cub scouts to pass off one of their achievements.&lt;br /&gt;
7:45pm- Clean up from cub scouts.&lt;br /&gt;
8:00pm Start bedtime routine.&amp;nbsp; Reading, songs, jammies, teeth brushed, prayers etc.&amp;nbsp; Red Fish gets knocked off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
8:30pm- Take injured Red Fish to my room to cuddle because she is so upset.&lt;br /&gt;
9:00pm- Red Fish in bed.&lt;br /&gt;
9:30pm- Watch tv and surf internet for intersting pictures to use in my design work.&lt;br /&gt;
10:30pm- start getting in bed.&amp;nbsp; Read a little, read scriptures, talk to Two Fish.&amp;nbsp; Wash face etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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